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At dusk, occasionally a few gray finches flew across the sky.

"Shusha--"

The sharp grass stubble gradually passed the snow-white swing.

As the night turned darker, this piece was even more silent, and no trace of living creatures could be found. Instead, the soil was washed by the recent rain, exposing some tattered dead bones, lined by the moonlight, revealing a cold and horrible atmosphere .

Without knowing it, the man focused on searching.

His body is long and thin, and his back is straight, like a piece of bamboo that is born in the sky. He is full of vigor, and the ordinary sprites dare not get close.

Suddenly, he was unable to move forward anymore.

It is a magic circle.

"Finally I find you……"

The young man had insight into the power of the earth, and waved his hand to break the Xuanhuang formation.

The cave was dark and narrow, and only one person was allowed to pass through.

He entered sideways, his shirt rubbing against the stone wall, and the cold touch invaded his skin.

Soon, he arrived at his destination, a slightly spacious site, with a square, square, shiny and soft blackstone pressed in the center.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that the color of the black stone is actually very dark. The reason why it shines is because it is covered with a layer of fine satin-like ink hair, and a line of light is opened on the top of the hole. It is clear and bright.

The owner of the black hair wore a black dress with a corset, and the skirt was hot with gold thread, and his identity was obviously unusual. But now she is dying, half of her pale face is buried in her hair, her eyes are closed, her lips are stained with blood, and even the extravagant Chinese costumes can't hide the decay of the dying person.

The young man stepped forward, his palm gently lifted the woman's face, and the red tassels of the earlobe were swaying gently in his palm, and a blooming flower bloomed.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here."

He lowered his waist, his forehead pressed against her, and he was very gentle.

"I will save you."

Even if he was to be sacrificed to the heavenly supernatural power of this body, he was reduced to the mortal beings in the red dust.

The forehead was infused with mysterious power. The woman in her arms was almost out of dying. She finally responded, moved her finger gently, and spent a lot of effort to open her sleepy eyelids.

I want to see who is coming.

She made too many enemies and hardly had any friends who knew each other.

Who would it be, such compassion put her in her arms?

In the first half of her life, she lived infinitely. As the arrogant of heaven, she was supposed to be put on the altar and worshipped by everyone, so she would not care too much about her courtiers.

As for the second half ...

The woman gave a bit of a wry smile and she became a joke.

On the wedding night that had always been concentric, the fiancé eloped with a lowly maid, and he regretted the marriage in public. Numerous criticisms followed, and the man walked wisely, leaving the woman sad.

The tribes worshiped the young master too well, and she was even less aware of the awesome rumours when she was young.

She was rejuvenated by the priest's persuasion. In order to get rid of the demon, she was determined to kill the fiance who had repented and the mistress who carried the Lord. But who knows, this little maid looks ordinary, but the luck is first-class, every time of crisis, there are always countless men who give her a helping hand, and make you fall back, and the old injuries are added. hurt.

She didn't understand what kind of fascinating soup that little maidservant had given them. She was so talented and unscrupulous. She could make these arrogant men fight for her. It may be that she has a delicate body, and her eyes are red when they are not scared. They are like soft and harmless fluffy rabbits, which stimulates the man ’s pity, and from time to time rubs the small pet. A snowy belly.

Of course, she didn't care or care about these, she just wanted to get a fair one.

The maidservant and the male master were so serious that this was the act of turning their backs on the master. Is it wrong for her to kill her?

Why do you have to scold at her nose one by one, saying that she is mischievous and will only kill the innocent indiscriminately?

She was unwilling, really unwilling.

But what's the use?

Her heavenly demon bone was broken and her soul was hurt. Even if this mysterious man rescued her, she could not escape the fate of the waste.

It's better to be dead, clean, and have nothing to do with this world.

She confessed.

The woman's desire to survive is getting weaker, her consciousness is chaotic, and she doesn't want to open her eyes.

Finally, he could die in a warm and generous chest.

The thin hands fell slowly.

"Snapped--"

A green bracelet fell off.

The person on the bed woke up immediately.

He first froze and stroked his forehead. The fine beads of sweat had already wet his curly hair.

"Daddy ... have nightmares again?"

The childish voice was soft against the ear.

A little girl rubbed her eyes and turned to lie on the man's chest. Her little white face had a pair of glazed eyes, and her lips were soft and ruddy.

"Did you wake you up?"

The father stroked her soft cheeks, and his voice was as soft as water.

"Well ... Dad's wake is not a wake." The little girl shook her head and asked him nervously, "Dad hasn't said, what a nightmare?"

He dreamed of the scene before her death again.

Color's mother kissed the goodbye, turned her head, and looked at him from afar.

She seemed to open her mouth and said something.

The sound was very low, so low that I couldn't hear it at all.

He wanted to catch her like crazy and wanted to protect her, but in vain, he witnessed the beloved one die out under the punishment.

At that glance, it was farewell.

"Daddy--"

The little girl's words were not finished yet, and her father's hands clasped the weak shoulders. There was no room for resistance, and the entire face fell into the man's chest.

She frowned uncomfortably.

It's all bones, so scared.

Daddy was born tall and long, but his health was not good. I heard that it was a problem brought out of his mother's womb. Like a fluttering paper man, a small wind and cold could blow him down. Sometimes Dad coughed so badly that she crooked her head on the bed for three days, her eyebrows flickered slightly, her eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, which made her feel sad and afraid.

When Lang Zhong came to see his father, his father was hard and tough, so she would not let her step into the door, so she didn't know what was wrong with her father until now.

The younger brother Cui of the next door looked at her discomfort and found faults, saying that her father had tuberculosis, and soon she would kill her life. At that time, she was a lonely person, no one hurts and no one loved.

How could the little girl swallow this breath and fight with Cui Xiaodi on the spot.

The children in winter are wrapped tightly by the adults, and a thick winter clothes only shows two eyes, like a chubby dumpling. Then the little dumplings grabbed each other ’s hair and ears, and rolled from the head of the yard to the end of the yard, from the end of the yard to the head of the yard. The water and fire were not tolerated, and they were evenly matched. So they had been fighting for a long time, and they also planted the four-season flowers that the male owner planted. Ruined it all.

That day, the little girl was punished by her father who had always spoiled her.

The little devil still didn't stop. She climbed up to the wall of her house brightly and looked at her finely with a swollen nose and swollen face.

The little girl really hated the surname Cui.

She wanted her father to get better now, and then moved to another place, even Buffalo Town next to Liuli Town. She didn't dislike her name, and never saw this **** little **** again.

"Daddy?"

The strength of the hand slowly loosened, and the little girl eased her breath, lifted her little head, and hit a pair of quiet black eyes.

She froze.

Dad's eyes are the best she's ever seen. The eyes are long, her eyes are clear, and she gathers the clouds. Only by facing her, Dad would ease the cold in his eyes.

She was ignorant and thinking, as if she understood something.

For example, why she was favored by young ladies as soon as she went out, they always love to give her something delicious and fun.

The sister of Cui Xiaobi, who is next door, took care of her like a pearl on the palm of her hand, even more so that her younger brother was picked up.

But Dad didn't like her contact with others.

I remember one time when Dad was sick again, she was bored for a while, and was left by Sui Cui ’s sister to tease the little yellow dog under her feet, and it was too late. It wasn't a big deal. Who knows that Dad just came to pick her up with the sick body, his half-fingers opened loosely, and his face was pale and scary under the light.

"Lin Lang ..."

Dad's cold fingertips fell on the corner of her lips.

This shouldn't be a normal father's move.

The little girl was a little scared.

In fact, she did n’t even care about this kind of thing before, and she got closer to Sister Cui. She was sometimes taught by her not to be too intimate with men. After all, she was a ten-year-old girl. However, it is still necessary to avoid suspicion. She wanted to refute that father is different from "man", but Cui's sister is a smart, quiet and well-respected big girl who has never done anything wrong. If she doesn't listen to her, it seems like she's wolf-hearted.

"Daddy ..."

She leaned her head and looked at him timidly.

The girl's green eyebrows hadn't opened yet, and the outline became more and more like.

My father looked at it faintly.

After the first battle of Jianmen, Yan'er replaced him and became the new master of heaven.

And he, at the last moment, comprehended the supreme law, burned the incarnation of heaven and earth, and stepped into the torrent of the past.

He has been deducing for a hundred years, and has been planning for a long time, and finally got this hard-won cause and effect.

But the cause and effect are also random. When he arrived, Lin Lang had already been broken by another bone, without any survival instinct, even resisting his strength. Waiting for death wholeheartedly. He really had no choice but to eliminate her love and hatred for half of her life and return to her most innocent age.

Yu Wuxue did not want to be trapped in the past. He wanted to come back again. He hid the grievances and grievances of the past, but kept her name, and lived in a small town with beautiful scenery.

She woke up, but she couldn't recognize him.

She called him dad.

According to the age of the world, she is six years old and he is twenty-six years old. The girl saw him staying in front of the bed as soon as she opened her eyes. .

Tiandao was originally the father of all beings, and she felt right.

He said no.

His girl was only bluffing her, sobbing and crying.

He blamed her amnesia for a child's playfulness and broke his head. The little girl thought he thought she was ignorant and didn't want her anymore.

When she cried, he had no choice.

Can only act as her "father", do housework for her, dress and feed.

But he never treated her as her own daughter.

He lingered with Lin Lang, the fiery love that tortured him from time to time, she was too young, he did not want to scare people, always suppressed the craving in the middle of the night. But the little girl didn't understand anything, her eyes were admired, only her respect and longing for her father, there was nothing beside her.

"Not a dad." He whispered, "It's a husband."

He never claimed to be a dad in front of her.

The little girl didn't speak for a while.

"A few days ago ... I didn't teach you how to write these two words. Haven't you learned yet?" The young father lay on the bed, unwrapped the jade crown, scattered his raven, and looked at her from her perspective. The bridge of the nose is high and the slender and beautiful eyelashes hang down, fainting the faint shadow. Because of his perennial illness, his lip color is always very pale, only the corners of his lips, like the frequent wiping, fold a light and attractive red mark.

"But, but ..."

The little girl was beating fast.

"Isn't that ... the closest person can call it?"

The young father reached out and brushed the hair in her ears, with distinct knuckles, and an ambiguous breath entwined with the black silk.

"Aren't we the closest person? Sleeping together every day, how does Lin Lang want to be close?"

He might have been seriously ill, and maybe he saw her again tonight, and he couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, and wanted to pour out to his girl without reservation.

"You are a dad!" The little girl cried with a hint of tears.

Dad is Dad, how can he be a husband?

"I'm not your father."

She shivered.

Dad is always the most solemn and restrained, never looked at her with such terrifying eyes.

The calm, glacial black eye throws a flame, hot and crazy, as if to mark its own marks on every inch of her skin.

"Lin Lang ... call me husband ..."

"Boom--"

A figure rolled off the bed.

"Lin Lang!"

The young father tried to pull her hand and was thrown away with force.

The child's eyes reflected panic, helplessness, anger, and a trace of disgust.

He was stunned.

And the little girl whined her face and ran out.

"Lin Lang, you come back, cough ..."

Yu Wuxue unconsciously wanted to chase out, only a few steps before his body shook, dizziness worsened, he had to hold the chair and cover his mouth with a handkerchief.

A blood lotus bloomed on the snow.

The little girl ran sullenly and ran into the corner.

She ignored it and turned away.

One hand pinched her wrist.

It turned out to be the little enemy next door blocking the way.

"Hey, you hit someone, don't squeak, it's too much." Cui Xiaodi sneered, "Just, you were unreasonable last time, but also kicked me in the face, which caused me a full recovery Months, this account is not too late today. "

The little girl lowered her head and did not look at him, her voice was weak, but she was still not forgiving. "You are a man, and you don't rely on your face to eat. Isn't it interesting to hold on like this?"

"Interesting, Master Ben thought it was very interesting." Xiao Yuanjia's voice was tentatively measured, "I'm going to go through the rivers and lakes, if I was ruined by you, how can I get on the list of beautiful young swordsmen? I tell you, don't think You are a woman, and I want to make me love Xiangxiangxiyu. There are no doors and windows are closed. Today I wo n’t be able to fly with two chick wings. "

"... Jianghu? Can I go?"

The little girl looked up suddenly.

She had just cried, her eyes were wet and red, and her nose was a little pink, soft and waxy.

So Cui Xiaojianke was stupid.

This little tiger ... how ... how ...

It's so cute.

No, as an ambitious young swordsman, how can he retreat to a little beauty? He needs to be serious, he must be calm, like a child, what kind of heart, what kind of system!

Brother Cui completely forgot that he was only ten years old, and looked at her deeply, "Do you think Jianghu is the place where you have played with your family? That is where the blood is licked by the knife, like you ... this ... "

The little girl looked at him with a pair of misty eyes, and Cui Xiaodi suddenly became poor.

He grunted and changed the subject stiffly, "If you want to break through the rivers and lakes, are you afraid that your father will break your leg?"

Brother Cui just talked about it casually. The fairy-looking dad couldn't wait to hold her in his palm every day. How could he do such a thing? Who would have thought that she was trembling, and could not stand.

Then one stumbled and fell on him.

"Hey--"

Cui Xiaodi jumped on his forehead.

Could she please recognize the identity of her hostile camp? They have been fighting, enemies, and hair enemies in this life.

"You are so powerful ..." She grabbed his shirt and raised her head. "Can you protect me a little bit?"

Cui Xiaodi's ears were reddish. Fortunately, he was covered by thick stubble. He turned his head uncomfortably and snorted again, "I take the world as my own responsibility, and I don't talk about the personal affection of my children."

The little girl was raised so well by Yu Wuxue and she was too ignorant. She did n’t understand the meaning of her children ’s personal feelings. In the face of the little friend, her sharp teeth and cunning skills were even more powerful. The people of the world are their own responsibility, but I am one of the people of the world. You ca n’t even protect one of them. Do you want to protect the second, third, fourth and fifth? "

Brother Cui: "..."

It seems very reasonable.

"You agreed, didn't you?"

The little girl pulled his sleeve.

"……afraid of you."

The little swordsman couldn't tell her, she simply renounced herself.

The two little guys said that they were running through the rivers and lakes, but they actually sneaked away from home, but unfortunately they were arrested by their family members halfway through. The little girl had sugar dregs stuck in her mouth, and she had just eaten half a bunch of candied fruits. Brother Cui couldn't help but begged, and bought her money for her private house.

But with this experience of leaving home, the feelings of the little friends quickly heated up.

The little girl reluctantly forgave the poisonous tongue of the little bamboo horse.

Brother Cui reluctantly forgave Xiao Qingmei for his hardship.

So he was a little worried that Xiao Qingmei would be punished by her father. He hesitated and took all the responsibilities. "I urged her to go and it has nothing to do with her. If you want to punish, just fine me."

The little boy had just developed, and his height was close to the waist of the man. He put his head up and put a lot of effort into it, and it was easy to crack down on his self-esteem. He had to stare at Yu Pei's belt in a daze.

"Are you really going to be fined?"

The man's voice could not discern anger.

"Hey, Mr. Yu, he's not the kind of brother--"

Sister Cui hurriedly explained to him that the other party glanced over, her expression cold and alienated, and she murmured unconsciously.

The little girl bit her lip, moved her pace, grabbed the man's sleeve, and whispered, "It's me, it's me, he took me. Dad wants to punish me. It's all my fault."

The man raised his palm.

She was afraid to close her eyes.

The heavy force didn't fall for a long time, but instead rubbed her hair.

"Sorry ... It's daddy bad. We are terrified of us."

Very strange.

What's so strange?

The little girl was completely stunned and stared at Daddy Xianxie crouching down, straightening her messy braid with her jade-like white fingers, "Don't be afraid, Daddy will not be confused in the future." He laughed With a smile, the eyebrows were as warm as spring, like a flowery scene, and Sister Cui was dazzled.

He didn't like to laugh at first.

The little girl wanted to break her head and didn't know what was wrong. She simply gave up and threw it into her father's arms.

He hugged the lost careful liver tightly.

Although the barrenness spreads in my heart.

He has lost her.

Lost Ya'er.

He lost his master and brother.

nothing left.

He has no future, and the future is already fragmented.

Only at this point of the past temperature, he did not want to lose, nor could he.

Living is not as easy as dying.

"Then ... let's go home." He disguised the hoarse tone and returned to his unsmiling, calm and quiet father.

"Hmm!" The little girl focused on her head.

At the next moment, her feet emptied and was picked up by her father.

"Bah, what are you doing, Dad? Hurry, let me down." She was embarrassed and still on the noisy street.

"You have never been far away, and if you go so far, your legs must be numb." The father explained patiently. "If you are shy, you should bury your face, no one else knows."

But who doesn't know that you are my father here?

The little girl had a bit of a grudge, and the obedient did not resist.

My father was very thin, but he walked steadily without any discomfort.

Father is always calm.

She leaned against her father's thin, rough chest and listened to the lively hustle and bustle of the street, slowly sleeping.

The half skewer of sugar gourd was still tightly held in his hand.

The father hugged the man with one hand, and when she saw that she was asleep, she gently waved her hand and brought her into the thick sable cloak, blocking all the wind and frost.

He was seventeen years old.

The little girl grew up to be a jade girl like a girl.

The little friend also became Cui Xiaolangjun who was a sword-eyed star.

Across the wall, she played the piano here, and he practiced the sword there.

Although the two are green plums and horses, they can grow older, but they can't cross the secular distinction between men and women. Except for the holidays, they rarely meet. One day when she was on a whim, she suddenly wanted to see how the little enemy practiced martial arts, so she stopped playing the piano, moved the low ladder, and climbed up the wall with a thin skirt.

Under the tall sycamore trees, young and young like swallows, swords and dragon snakes, the clear light in the eyes is unforcing.

This is much more fun than playing the piano.

She was excited and moved the ladder as usual the next day, intending to carry out the onlookers to the end.

Unexpectedly, just looking up, there was a thing next to it.

soft.

It is a nose.

An unfamiliar and fiery breath blew across her face, with the slight sweat of the young man after martial arts.

The two stared at each other for a while, and the other took the lead in defeating, and the tiger asked with a face, "What do you peek at me for? I am not ashamed"

She blinked, "You are good at practicing swords, can't I peek?"

The boy blushed and had a thick neck, and finally dropped an embarrassed sentence, "No ... OK."

I don't know if it will work or not.

It's really strange.

She rubbed her chin and wondered, but soon she didn't think about it.

Recently, there are a lot of people who come to the house to raise relatives. The little girl Jade does n’t have much expectation of the marriage, but she ca n’t help but get bored.

Dad said that everything is up to her.

If he wants to marry, he will marry. If he doesn't, he will raise his little girl for life.

But do you want to marry?

She sat frowning in the small courtyard.

A peach flower was handed to her.

Yu Xiao Niang grunted.

The peach blossom was not lying in the palm of your hand, but the hairpin on a silver sword that was flowing.

There were flowers on the sword, so a pool of red lotus bloomed in the young rivers and lakes.

"Send it to me?"

She raised her eyebrows with joy, Dan Feng's eyes looked at Pan Pan Shenfei.

"……Ok."

Cui Xiaodi uncomfortably turned his head, as he did when he was a child, he looked cold and unappealing, especially after the young swordsmanship became more powerful.

She played with the peach branch, watched the petals sway, and remembered something, and asked him curiously, "You are 17 years old, when will you go out?"

There is also a fairy from heaven to earth in Liuli Town. Although she is far away from her, she knows that it is a colorful and beautiful world.

But she had no ambitions, just wanted to guard the boxy yard, guarding her beautiful dad who could blow away with a gust of wind.

"... Hurry, what are you in a hurry." The teenager showed a little irritability, "You just want to push me away, so happy to marry someone?"

She rounded Dan Feng's eyes and felt very wronged.

She kindly asked him his future plans, who knows where to step on his aching foot.

"It's okay if you don't say it." She pouted, "I'm not rare anyway. By the time you walk your single bridge, I cross my Yangguan Road ..."

Lin Lang's words were learned from the book. It was the wanton life of a swordsman. The beauty is like a rainbow, but the swordsman's heart is like water, and he is never moved by it. The beauty fell into devil under despair and became an enemy with the swordsman.

"you dare--"

He squeezed her wrist tightly, and her two eyebrows pressed her eyes sharply.

"Okay, I'm kidding, don't you want to be angry." She begged him softly, "The hand hurts, do you loose it? You don't distress me, you distress your flowers, don't you pick it? In case it falls to the ground, it must be ... "

The shadow suddenly covered.

The swordsman teenager leaned over and kissed her.

Green kiss, reckless kiss.

"I will let the mother come to raise the relatives tomorrow."

He tried his best to stabilize his beating heart, pretending to be a mature and stable look.

Listening to Lin Lang's ear, it is, "I, I tomorrow, let the mother, come to raise the relatives, don't let others, marry you, okay?"

Like a little stutter, pitiful and cute.

"Then don't you go to the sword?" She said honestly. "I don't want to be widowed at a young age. If you die, I will remarry."

Brother Cui: "..."

Pooh.

He lives for a hundred years.

"Don't go." He scratched his head and suddenly found that making this decision didn't seem so difficult.

"Why?" The little lady came over, and a piece of Furong was beautiful.

Brother Cui gave her a glare.

Does she think he doesn't want to go? His sword was entangled with spikes, the horse was also cleaned, the silver and the dry food were neatly packed into the bag, he even drank strong spirits, and he was almost decisively determined. Every time the male rushed out, he could always see this little friend buying rouge gouache on the street, which was as bright as the sun in March, so the hero was short of breath, and he ran home with his tail gray.

Lin Lang thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter. After we got married, Sister Cui said that there will be little dolls. Then let him go to the rivers and lakes for you. When he finishes your last wish, I will let him give you more. Burn some incense sticks ... "

Brother Cui: "..."

Pooh.

He does not burn incense.

He finally understood what feng shui turns, and his feelings are poisonous when he was a child, and he has to be tortured by his wife when he grows up.

Despite eating a gulp of venom, Cui Xiaohui seriously told her parents about her marrying his wife when she returned home.

The parents of the Cui family thought that they couldn't keep the son who was going out, how could they want to make a round of their peaks, and couldn't be overjoyed. The two elders discussed one night and packed up the next day and went to visit.

The father of the Yu family was a little distracted, but after a few weeks of courtesy, he gently agreed to the marriage of the children.

The marriage is scheduled for August, a little hasty.

The father cut the camphor tree in front of the door, made two wonderful wedding boxes for the daughter, and covered them with the best silk, wishing the daughter and Lang Jun to be "two-door wish" and "two-door guard".

The day she came out of the cabinet, she was dressed up in fancy dress and her wedding dress was like fire.

The bronze mirror reflected his father's slender figure.

He was holding a wooden comb and carefully combed her hair carefully.

"Comb to the end."

"Er combed her white hair and raised her eyebrows."

"Three combs ..."

The bride was naive about him, and her eyes were filled with tenderness from her daughter. "What are you doing, my father took it seriously last night? I heard it through the door, don't be fooled."

My father swallowed his throat sweetly, and said with a smile, "How can I forget? Three combs combed my girl's grandchildren."

Then she was satisfied, and he combed his hair and put on makeup in a regular manner.

"My son is beautiful today."

The father nodded a flower on her eyebrow.

"That's what Hu Jun specifically searched for, and Dad feels pretty, right?" She tilted her head.

The father paused with a finger and retracted his sleeve.

"He has a heart."

The bride's eyebrows were curved. "Yeah, I used to think he was a cold, stinky stone that bullied people."

The father listened patiently to the nagging of his little daughter and gave no affection to him, condemning his own monarch.

She suddenly smiled and beckoned at her father, this is to tell a little secret.

Father obediently bent down.

"But well, Dad knows how I like him? That day I climbed the wall and saw a young boy in white dancing a sword under a sycamore tree. The dragon snake walked and the thunder turned over. It was really great. Can protect me for a lifetime. "

My father listened stunned and grinned for a long time, "... So it turned out to be a young hero."

His thoughts flickered, like a puppet with a string, pulled by his surroundings indifferently and numbly.

Be a responsible father.

For example, at this time, he was sitting above Gao Tang, and Mu Ran watched the newcomer enter the door.

All around was filled with beaming smiles, shouting a match made in heaven.

"Worship the world."

"Thank you Gaotang."

The bride was properly led by the groom and bowed down to both parents.

She bent down.

The hijab Yinhong tassel kept shaking.

When the bride was helped into the happy room by Xi Niang, a crowd of bees rushed to the groom official to persuade him to drink.

As an elder, he deservedly came forward and said gracefully, "Grandpa is not good at drinking, I will drink for him."

The crowd next to him was quiet for a moment, like a quail.

"This ... Mr. Yu is weak ... Forget it ..."

"Nothing." He smiled rarely. "Today's married daughter, as a father, will always make an exception for her."

He has long knuckles and distinct jade bones.

The master said that this is the best pair of hands for holding a sword.

But he couldn't hold the sword, nor could he hold the person.

The only use is actually to use this pair of useless hands at this wedding banquet to block wine for her husband.

Three years after marriage, Lin Lang gave birth to a pair of dragons and phoenixes.

The young couple hurriedly greeted the arrival of a new life, exhausted all day.

It was the maternal grandfather who couldn't bear his daughter's gauntness and took over the matter of grandchildren. Strange to say, the two lawless little demon heads came into the hands of my grandfather, and they were very well-behaved and very worried.

A few more years later, like his father, the little grandson was also hooked on the sword, and he was entangled with his grandfather, asking him to teach one or two tricks.

In the minds of the children, the grandfather was omnipotent except for a little sick seedling.

"Your grandfather doesn't understand swords, ask your father to go."

He touched the little guy's head.

The little guy was deceived and said arrogantly, "I don't believe it, you have a cocoon, you must have practiced swords all year round."

The grandfather smiled, but stopped talking.

When he was young, he also had a sword and singularity, and he hunted in white clothes, defeating the three realms.

What's the use?

Now the two temples can't keep the sword.

Can't keep his girl.

Born to be arrogant and defeated.