"Follow me."

The two of them came to the hut in front and sat down, one after the other.

Xu Junming waved his hand, and the internal space expanded rapidly, and in just a moment, it had already turned into billions of miles.

Suppressed by the middle-grade Hongmeng spiritual root of Jasper Mystic Willow, the space here is terrifyingly solid.

"I will protect you, and you can survive the calamity here."

"Disciple, obey."

Yang Mei sat down cross-legged, not in a hurry to overcome the disaster, but to polish her state of mind and magic power, and only start after everything reaches its peak.

Xu Junming didn't urge him and just practiced freely.

At the same time, time passed and Wang Zhao was also waiting for him.

Staring at the closed door in front of her, Wang Zhao looked struggling and took two steps forward. Just as he was about to speak, he stopped instantly and slowly lowered his hand.

I did this again and again, more than a dozen times without making up my mind.

Sudden.

‘Squeak.’

With a slightly hoarse friction sound, the closed door actually opened.

"Come in."

Now, it is impossible to leave.

After taking a deep breath to calm down, Mrs. Zhao straightened her clothes, took lotus steps, and walked in.

Looking at Xu Junming lying on his back on the wicker chair, he quickly bowed and saluted.
Chapter completed!