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473. Chapter 473: 473 Descendants of Sox 4

473

After the burial of Sox Fisman and the two big elves were left in the sub-space, Ming Fengcao, Shaville and Lin Yu returned to their home in Hawaii tiredly, it was almost noon the next day.

Although it was school day, the three of them had no intention of going to school for the time being, so they went back to their rooms to rest until the evening, when Wen Lin shouted one by one.

Wen Lin and Ming Feng both knew that the old man Soks had passed away, and they were very sad. They also asked to go to the old man's grave to worship. After all, they lived at home for a long time and taught their daughter's teacher. The couple was the same.

I believe that such respect is very necessary.

So, with Han Junyang and Wang Bing, the family directly entered the trial space from the channel opened by Ming Fengcao using the hub key.

After all, Ming Fengjun was born in a traditional Chinese family and prepared some incense, candles, paper money and other things, which were burned in front of Mr. Soks' tomb. The three big elves next to him were strangely seen.

Wen Lin bowed in front of the old man Sox's stone tablet, following the British etiquette. She held her pale and red eyes in her arms and gently patted her back: "Everyone can do it."

Death, life and death are the two things that a person can determine most in his life.”

"Mom, I know."

Wang Bing put a bunch of **** in front of the tombstone of the old man Sox, and said in a brisk voice: "The old man has gone, don't worry, we and Cao'er will continue to live well, and your sect doesn't have to worry about it.

, Yangyang and Ayu, although I are not members of the sect, I have grown up so much under your care, and I will naturally give back more in the future!"

Everyone was amused, Mingfeng praised: "Bing'er said it well, it should be like this. The dead are gone, and the living should be self-reliant. Cao'er, don't cry anymore, your teacher won't want to see it.

You are so sad, know if you do not."

"Dad, I understand." Ming Fengcao responded helplessly and rubbed his face hard: "I won't cry anymore! Don't worry."

This cemetery is ten thousand meters west of the sect palace complex, with its backs on the mountains and water. According to the Chinese Feng Shui, it is a very good cemetery.

Ming Fengjun happily gave advice on the country, praising the predecessors of the Great Akarna Sect for their good Feng Shui, which made several young people laugh so hard that they couldn't stand it. Wen Lin couldn't stand it straight and said, "You are so

I am dependent on the characters. The Cao'er sect was not Chinese or even Asian for many generations. Who knows what Feng Shui is? Haha, hehe..."

"Hehe, we have the same destination!"

Han Junyang smiled and said, "Auntie, what uncle said makes sense. It doesn't necessarily mean by looking at Feng Shui, but only the surrounding spiritual energy. It is a hundred miles in a radius. This is also the densest place."

When it comes to spiritual energy and spiritual power, Ming Fengjun and Wen Lin were both envious, and listened with relish to Lin Yu's revelation about their passing when they broke into the Antarctic ruins and went to find Mr. Sox.

When Lin Yu said that he had not yet broken through to level A, he suddenly looked at Han Junyang and Wang Bing and laughed: "Hehe, after all, I am not the worst among us. Bing'er is still a little bit ahead of upgrading to

The B-level is on the top, haha!”
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