"Your strength has improved by leaps and bounds, which started when the relationship between the two of you warmed up."
"Although during this period, you encountered many adventures, whether it was the body tempering technique, Wang Dang's cultivation method, or in Japan, and in Northern Xinjiang..."
"So many things are gathered in your body. It seems like an adventure, but it is actually extremely dangerous."
"If you are not careful, you will step into the abyss of eternal calamity, with no way to turn back, or even death."
"Your luck can't always be this good."
"And in martial arts, there is no such thing as luck."
"It all depends on strength."
"And your greatest strength is your wife, Tang Huanxi, who is by your side and no one notices."
Ancient style name, by the end, Lu Fan was already in tears.
The scene emerged in his mind, the lamp he lit in the room on the second floor when he returned late at night.
That woman has been waiting for me silently.
How scared she must be when all forces gather in Nandu during those nights when she is not around.
But every time she saw him, she never mentioned a word.
Her desire to be strong, from being strong towards herself at the beginning, to protecting herself later... has not changed for a moment, but she takes her for granted.
Lu Fan squatted on the ground, hugging his head and crying.
Gu Fengming looked at him, a look of distress flashed in his eyes, and his mouth moved, but he did not speak.
A full half hour.
Lu Fan collapsed on the ground crying, his tears could no longer flow, and his voice was extremely hoarse.
The famous ancient scholar said: "I've been holding it in for a day. Just cry. Warriors are also human beings. If you suppress your emotions too much, it will not only affect your mental state, but also affect your subsequent practice. It's easy to plant inner demons."
Breakthroughs in the future will lead to obsession.”
Lu Fan raised his head and looked at him with red eyes: "You came to me tonight just to make me cry?"
