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"If I said that I had dreamt of you, would you believe me?"
Seeing Ling Chen staring at her seriously, he laughed a few times.
"I was joking. At that time, I hated you because you broke into Mo Mountain and Azure Dragon Mountain."
Ling Chen seemed to believe it.
"Master is a hermit. I wonder if he is willing to see you. Can you wait for me outside?"
Ling Chen looked at Lan Ling and agreed. He knew that the current Lan Ling only saw him as her husband. He was neither a prince nor a prince.
Lan Ling's master Yao Lin 87,years old. He had a thin face, white hair fluttering about, and an immortal style.
"Master!" Lan Ling pounced into his master's embrace.
"You..." Yao Lin looked at Lan Ling, his eyes dim.
"Master, have you noticed that I' ve changed?" Lan Ling asked.
"Yes,
