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"Why is there such a huge difference in being a human being when we're all under the same roof, huh?"

Luo Wushuang looked at that petite figure who ran even faster than a rabbit. With a helpless expression, she held Puyang Zi's firm thighs with both of her hands and could only walk towards the stairs.

After taking two steps, she sighed, "That's not right. It's not like you two don't belong in the same family."

Puyang Zi's lips curled up into a devilish smile, and in a split-second, he calmed his smile as he lightly said, "All these years, ever since it was difficult for me to get my legs, I have never come out again. Today, I actually asked others for a small pill, and have changed times!" He sighed lightly and added, "The human heart is not ancient."

Hearing this, Luo Wushuang's heart trembled slightly. That's right, he came here in order to treat her. For her, he did not care about his own lack of agility. The one who should be at a disadvantage was him!

"You can't think like that either. Maybe this trip will cure your leg, right?"

This unintentional consolation, Luo Wushuang suddenly realized that it was not impossible. If the Rank 7 pill could even heal her burnt skin like it was before, then why couldn't it repair his legs?

"Sounds like it."

Puyang Zi's extremely soft words came to Luo Wushuang's ears. It seemed that even his breath was fresh and pleasant, causing people to feel intoxicated.

She turned her head slightly to the side and took a deep breath without batting an eyelid.

Fortunately, she was not weak in her previous life. Even though her skin was somewhat painful, she knew how to adjust her aura so that she could skillfully carry him on her back and walk towards the Origin Returning Shrine.

Halfway through, Luo Wushuang stopped to rest. She raised her head and saw Nan Gong Yuan standing at the top of the crowd, his eyes were wide open, his hands were twirling around his hair, his red, small mouth was pouting, looking innocent and innocent, making people not hate him.

When she saw Luo Wushuang looking at her, she jumped up happily to cheer for him, "Quickly, quickly, work harder. Husband, work harder too!"

Black lines appeared on Luo Wushuang's face. It was reasonable for her to try harder, but what did she mean by letting Puyang Zi try harder?

If he didn't work harder, she would already be as tired as a dog. If he worked harder, she would fall flat on the stairs.

"Your wife treats you so well!"

Nangong Yuxin was willing to let other women carry him, stick close to his body, and not waste any time carrying him. She truly did not understand why these silly girls did not know what it meant to feel jealous.

If her husband died from exhaustion, she wouldn't have given any other woman a chance to escape.

"Indeed, Yuan Xin is the woman who can best understand my feelings."

Puyang Zi's cold voice once again rang in his ears. Compared to last night, he spoke a little more. Luo Wushuang secretly felt that this was a good thing.

She would definitely be able to find information about her past life from his mouth in the future.

However, at this moment, what did he mean by saying that Yuan Xin understood his feelings the best?

Could it be that he had intended to mess with her?

No, it was impossible, and unnecessary. She slapped away the doubt in her mind.

He readjusted his breathing and quickened his pace towards the top of the stairs.

"What use is there if you understand my intentions and don't give up on your actions to use your physical strength?" Luo Wushuang's stomach was full of complaints because of him. This guy had a tall stature. It was so heavy that it made her legs look like lead was being poured on her. Every step she took was torturous.

"Good. In order to restore your appearance, you have to prove even more that you have a fart to use."

Puyang Zi's voice was still as cold and unordinary as ever, only that vulgar word "fart". How could it be so dissonant when spoken from this immortal's mouth?

"Pay attention to your image, don't talk nonsense."

Luo Wushuang wanted to provoke him to stop his words, but who told him to destroy his own image to mock her for having a fart. This was obviously because of his lovely and cute Nangong Yuan, making him angry.

Puyang Zi was lying on her shoulder, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally falling on her face. The corner of his mouth slightly twitched, he raised his hand, placed his fingers on her lips and said lightly, "Okay, that vulgar thing is indeed only suitable for being here."


When she saw that he was her "parents", she did not care about him anymore. Deep down, she wanted to bite his finger and let him see if he dared to touch her mouth without her permission in the future.

As if he had read her mind, he took his hand away.

Finally, he walked up the last flight of stairs. Luo Wushuang wished he could throw away the heavy object on his back and lie down on the ground to have a good rest.

She patiently held on to her last breath and helped Puyang Zi to sit on the wheelchair Nangong Yuan had pushed forward. Then, she ignored her image as she sat down on the stairs to catch her breath.

Nangong Yuanxin walked to the red paint door and raised her hand to knock on the tiger nose door knocker. Who knew that she was too small for that. Tiptoeing again, she was still lacking.

She turned around and embarrassedly put her index finger into her red mouth, looking at Puyang Zi and Luo Wushuang. Her head was lowered, and her big eyes were filled with embarrassment.

"Darling …" The long, drawling voice of her husband made people's hearts tremble.

Luo Wushuang looked at Puyang Zi Jin subconsciously. Although he had been sitting down, from his posture, it could be seen that he was tall. If he was standing together with Nangong Yuan Xin, he would be like a father and daughter.

If such a figure ratio... Performing some kind of creative activity, would Nangong Yuan Xin...

When Luo Wushuang thought here, his face turned hot. All day long, he had been thinking about all sorts of nonsense.

Helplessly standing up, she dragged her sore legs and walked towards the red paint.

Nangong Yuan Xin's head was in line with her mouth while Luo Wushuang's legs were shaking. In order to stand firmly, she casually put her arm around Nangong Yuan Xin's shoulders and said: "Yuan Xin, let elder sister borrow your shoulders."

"Oh." Nangong Yuan raised his head and stared at the tiger's nose ring.

Luo Wushuang extended his hand and easily reached the door ring. She held the door ring and looked down at Nangong Yuan Xin. The corner of her mouth slightly lifted. Admittedly, she was feeling somewhat pleased with herself right now.

Nangong Yuan backed off as a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

Luo Wushuang subconsciously looked at the door knocker. This look was nothing serious, but that tiger nose instantly changed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Immediately, a ferocious tiger head swelled up from that tiger nose and stared at her fiercely.

Luo Wushuang was so scared that he quickly retracted his hand.


Nangong Yuanxin screamed and quickly pulled Luo Wushuang away.

Luo Wushuang felt a strong pulling force erupting from Nangong Yuanxin's hand. Then, he heard the whistling sound of the wind.

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