Immortal

Chapter Twelve Shaved Head Far!

The water of the West Lake, my tears!

I would love to turn into a flame with you!

Ah ... ah ... ah ...

Wait a thousand years, wait a second ~

While listening to this song, Zhong Shan was at a loss, seemed to know each other, and was very unreal. At this time, Zhong Shan was still in a state of vague consciousness, or the subconscious was resisting this environment.

Around the pagoda, Zhongshan walked to the front of the tower. Looking at the huge plaque, there are three words on it.

‘Leifeng Tower’!

Leifeng Tower? This is Leifeng Tower? So who am I?

"Officials, save me ~!"

Incomparably familiar title, suddenly went straight to Zhongshan's mind, in the Leifeng Tower, the singing woman was asking for help? Let yourself save her?

"Officials, official ~~!"

The extremely familiar voice echoed in Zhongshan's mind. Unconsciously, Zhong Shan sketched the woman inside the pagoda, all in white and beautiful. It was exactly the way Nianyou looked, and now he was screaming with a look of pity.

"Mother?" Zhong Shan frowned slightly, and her subconscious continued to resist.

At this moment, a golden light appeared in the sky. A great monk holding a zen stick and a bowl, suddenly fell from the sky. If Zhong Shan is awake, he must recognize at a glance that the appearance of this great monk is the voice of terror of the old master .

Zhong Shan did not have the movements and expressions imagined by Fa Hai and Bai Suzhen, but wiped his nose with a bitter smile. Zhong Shan knew what was going on.