Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate - Chapter 708 - 662: Star Burial

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Mu Jin, who has the appearance of a beautiful country and a city, has returned to the mansion, and everyone in the backyard of the fourth master is all staring at him: Here, the one who competes for favor is here!

Mu Jin is very hard-working, what are you fighting for? What a delay in farming! She didn’t want to come back, Fu Jin was deep in thought, Li Fang Fujin was aggressive, Song Gege was a smiling tiger, Geng Gege was a fake naive, she was beautiful but had a low status, no backers, and black eyes! I want to cry, I want to go back to Zhuangzi to farm!

Everyone is angry: It’s strange to believe you! You are a scheming girl, how long has it been since you came back? How many times have you ‘ran into’ with your grandfather?

Mu Jin:  …

It’s really a chance encounter! What can she do? She is also very desperate!

Fourth Master: There can be more such encounters! When I meet her, I just want to pamper her, pamper her, and give her the best of everything.

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Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest.

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