Chapter 87 The Untold Story of Doctor Feng and Marshal Meng_3

Already exhausted, Dong Xiaoyan could hardly care whether he felt uncomfortable or not, and fell asleep the moment he turned over.

This guy is too damn strong, it's like he's—uh, what do you call it!

Feng Yin gazed up at the high peak for a moment, but could only keep repeating the Heart Soothing Technique over and over.

"If the heart is clear as ice, one does not panic even when the sky falls…"

It can't be helped, can it, one mustn't have traveled back in time, succeeded in his career, and found a beautiful wife only to bother Lady Wu now, right?

By now, his level of cultivation in this life must be at least on par with that of Sun Wukong, right?

Still needing Lady Wu, the … the thought was too beautiful.

Thinking of the saint using Lady Wu, he suddenly found it somewhat funny.

Feng Yin only returned to normal after half an hour, then wrapped an arm around Dong Xiaoyan's delicate body and nestled against her to rest, eventually falling asleep as well.

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