"Bang!"

When the coffin was combined with Mao, his hands trembled.

The pain of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man twenty years ago spreading in his heart again.

"Good girl..."

Every time he Mao made him cry.

Feng Chenglin also felt distressed: "Don't do this... Since you want your daughter to be buried in peace and be reborn as a human being, you can't let her leave without worry!"

The old shopkeeper's cry came to an abrupt end.

"You said you, send her a step, and you would cry... If she had a spirit in heaven, would you say, would she leave with peace of mind? Can she be reincarnated with peace of mind?"

“…”

The old shopkeeper stood silently for a long time with tears in his eyes, his shoulders shrugging, as if he was crying.

After a long time, I slowly looked up: "You are right... I can't do this! I can't let my good girl leave uneasy!"

He suddenly raised his hand and knocked the hammer hard on the coffin.

"Good girl, don't worry, let's go, everything is fine on my daddy... I will live well until the day of my death! By that time, we will be father and daughter in the next life!"

Instead of using a shovel, he buried the soil on the coffin with his hands and built a tomb.

Ling Luoyu signaled Feng Chenglin to go to the kitchen to bring wine and food and put it on for the little girl.

"Meeting is fate. When we meet here today, we are destined to be fate... This glass of wine is my sacrifice to you!" Ling Luoyu poured the wine from the wine cup and bowed to the tribute.

The old shopkeeper let out a sigh and took the wine cup: "Okay, you should help, you have done all the help... There is nothing I want! I won't give it to you..."

"What do you want?" Feng Chenglin was stunned and couldn't help laughing: "You are really interesting to speak?! And what we want! We don't know what we want, how do you know?"

"Don't you just want my daughter's body to not rot?" The old shopkeeper glanced at the two of them coldly: "I can tell you clearly that there are no treasures like the corpse-fixing beads you imagine... My daughter is just a friend's help..."

"Is it Mr. Tang?" Ling Luoyu interrupted him.

"..." The old shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Yes! It's him!"

"It's really Mr. Tang..." Feng Chenglin lost his voice in surprise.

"You... also know Mr. Tang?" The old shopkeeper's expression changed significantly.

"Meet, acquaintance! !" Feng Chenglin was shocked: "Of course, I definitely don't like you, I have had twenty years of friendship..."

"Old...acquaintance?" The old shopkeeper suddenly stood up and took a step back: "I understand... you two are coming for Mr. Tang!"

"us……"

"I tell you, don't want to get any news about Mr. Tang from me!"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

This old guy is really good at adding a show to himself!

They haven't had a good time yet, so they put a hat on them that is not good for Mr. Tang!

He glanced at Ling Luoyu quietly, and he thought to himself: "Old man, you are so nervous... It seems that Mr. Tang treats you very well, so we want to... be useless to get the water from the bamboo basket, and can't dig out Mr. Tang's material from you?"

"Mr. Tang is my reborn parents and savior. Without him, there would be no me today... and not my good daughter today!" The old shopkeeper could not see the joke in Feng Chenglin's eyes at all.
Chapter completed!