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"Are you guys cold?"
Professor Zhang suddenly hugged his shoulders, shivering.
He suddenly felt very cold.
And very sleepy.
At this moment, yawning, squinting his eyes, his vision was completely blurred by tears, he couldn't see anything clearly.
It's not just him, Chairman Chen Shu equally felt suddenly cold and sleepy, hugging his shoulders, shivering, squinting his eyes, yawning. His vision was completely blurred by tears, he couldn't see anything clearly.
Even Wu Qingyun couldn't control it, yawning, vision blurred by tears.
None of them could see.
So naturally, no one noticed, behind Professor Zhang, stood a tall, thin Ancient Immortal with a youthful, fair face, wearing a bizarrely huge hat! It was Professor Zhang's Ancient Immortal Master, the Qing Lu Ancient Immortal!
In this present world, he was like a shadow of reeds reflected on water in a fierce wind, hazy, vague, and shaky.
