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    The Flying Cultivator’s body shook, his heart appalled.

    Not a single move.

    Ling Tian did not rush to ask, but suddenly raised his head and shouted.

    “Bugsy, isn’t that you?”

    “Come out!”

    Unfortunately, there was no response.

    “Tropic, my wife has told me everything.”

    “You’re not exactly breaking your word to me, and I don’t blame you.”

    “You’re sick, and you have to stick to the treatment.”

    “Come on out!”

    No matter how Ling Tian shouted, the woods were silent.

    Ling Tian’s brows, could not help but frown.

    Does it mean that it’s not an elegy?

    But who has that kind of archery skill at a hundred paces, except for Tropic of Cancer?

    And, to offer to help yourself?

    Seeing that no one came out, Ling Tian opened his mouth once again and shouted sincerely.

    “Tropic, I knew it had to be you.”

    “If you don’t want to show yourself, I won’t force you.”

    “Whenever you want to be cured, come to me anytime.”

    “I, Ling Tian, welcome with both hands!”

    “Remember, don’t delay too long!”

    Only after he finished speaking did Ling Tian lower his head, his gaze cold and stern as he looked towards the Flying Heavenly Cultivator.

    Flying Cultivator’s heart beat wildly, swallowed his saliva, and pretended to be calm.

    “Who the hell are you, my friend?”

    “Why are you after me?”

    Ling Tian goes for a body kick and lands it on his acupressure point.

    “And still pretending?”

    Flying Cultivator only felt a numbness in his entire body, losing his ability to move all of a sudden, and was horrified.

    “I’m not pretending, you’ve got the wrong person.”

    “I’m really not that what you call the flying beautiful president’s divine doctor mad son-in-law (There’s a Wolf in the North)

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