The person who loves you has left, but his love is everywhere.
So don't be afraid.
Ye Qingyu is doing a big business now and knows how to settle accounts.
Her father was willing to do anything for her, but he never thought of handing over the legacy of the Equal Country to her, which means that it was a bad debt.
The way to deal with bad debts is to cancel.
"Equality" may be a beautiful ideal, but she thought that road should not be in the Equality Country.
Pavilion Master Ye has already paid the account and sent the guests. There should be nothing to talk about at this point, but Sun Yin has not moved.
He glanced at Shisha, who had not yet been missed, and changed into an extremely ambiguous voice: "This is the secret sound I created, which can avoid the perception of others. Master Ye doesn't have to worry."
The joyful little tiger mask covers the facial expression of the stunning genius.
He said in a vague way: "I heard that the Heavenly Lord Baocai has been looking for the true identity of the god hero. Is Pavilion Master Ye not interested in this?"
Ye Qingyu's eyes fell back to him: "You are going to tell me?"
"I don't know the answer, either." Sun Yin said: "But if you join the Equal Country, we can find a way to find it together. It is easier for us to break through from the inside than to find a needle in a haystack by Jiang Zhenjun."
He guessed that Ye Qingyu would probably ask some questions, what do you think about the equal country, why do you also need to check the gods and so on? He had already prepared the answer before he came and planned to explain his ideals.
The Yizhen Dao has been destroyed, but the tragedy of Fengtian You clan is not accidental. It has happened and will happen in the future.
He has lived for revenge these years. In the days to come, he hopes that there will be no more stories about the broken Wild King City in the world, and that he will redeem the soul withered in Wild King City.
Ye Qingyu’s current identity and position are really convenient. If she can get her support, she will achieve twice the result with half the effort.
But he only got Ye Qingyu's polite smile - "Goodbye."
"I don't need to explain the power of the god hero. Even if he faces the match, he will have a slim chance of winning... Don't Master Ye want to help?" Sun Yin asked.
"It is important for people to know themselves." Ye Qingyu said in a quiet voice: "The strength of the god hero is higher than that of his father. I have achieved the truth through my father's bequest, and my fighting skills are even more mediocre. What can I use to find an answer that you can't find?"
"In this level of game, I think the most important thing I should do... is not to cause trouble."
"I did something self-righteously, made things mess up over my ability, and finally cried and said that I was all for you... You Zhenjun, does Ye look so unconscious?"
After so many years of traveling with him, Sun Yin was the first time he came into contact with Qian Chou's daughter, and was unexpectedly awake. But he also felt that a hero like Qian Chou should be like this.
The man who was pushing a small truck and selling treasures on the verge of life and death never brought his real treasures with him.
Sun Yin was quiet for a moment, laughed, shook his head again, and finally said, "Then... disturb me."
He turned around and stepped into the light again, but a copper coin with a circle outside and square inside rolled in front of him.
In the square hole of the copper coins, words of the God of Wealth with jewels and treasures popped up—
"Maybe it's not convenient for you to contact him. Because there are too many people staring at him."
"If you get any key news."
"You might as well worship the God of Wealth. Or have good luck."
The divine texts of each god are different. Of course, ordinary gods do not deserve exclusive divine characters. Most of them are just to make up and change them with the Taoist characters.
Ye Qingyu's God of Wealth was designed by her own person. The fonts are chubby, like small ingots, and it looks festive.
A group of small ingots walked by in front of Sun Yin and staggeredly said unspeakable words.
The next moment, these small ingots were broken one by one, making a pop sound like bubbles shattering, turning into mist of the world, curling like smoke, flying back to the square hole of the copper coins. It was like the moonlight returning to the courtyard.
Sun Yin also walked away in the light.
When my father went out that day, he said whether he would go fishing together next time. She said yes, next time, he would go to Jiang Wang for dinner excitedly.
There is still a last bit of time sand in the hourglass, just like you always feel that there is still time. In fact, some things you didn't do at that time will be missed forever.
Ye Qingyu raised his hand and flipped the hourglass.
The next half hour was the time she read the account book every day. She actually didn't work hard, and her past life was driven by her mood.
Nowadays, there is always a sense of responsibility, and I always feel that I have to do something to be worthy of the love and trust.
She doesn't know what Sun Yin wants to do. But she might as well take a look before talking about it.
Just as I was about to put my thoughts on the account, I suddenly looked at the sea of immortal thoughts. In the tide of clouds, there was a small wish that happened to catch my eyes, shining.
"God of Wealth, God of Wealth, the most beautiful God of Wealth in the world, can you bless me to find money today?" The tender childish voice echoed in the power of wishes.
It’s wrong to get something for nothing, she is thinking.
"Please please. I want to buy a Jiang Qingyang Yellow River first. He is the one I admire the most and admire the most!" The little boy said in his voice.
Is it reasonable to draw this for luck?
...
...
After all, Feng Xiaohai did not find any money.
But he still bought Jiang Qingyang, the first model in the Yellow River.
The three-inch-tall villain is very exquisitely made, with a faint sense of inspiration and vivid eyebrows and eyes.
That was the nineteen-year-old Jiang Wang, who was most energetic. He tied his hair and pressed his sword, and was proud of the world.
Just pinch the scabbard and you will be able to speak the lines.
A sentence back and forth, "Please play the world!"
Confident, high spirited and vigorous.
"Please play the world!"
"ah!"
"Please play the world!"
"ah!"
Feng Xiaohai grabbed the villain in the mechanism and ran in front, while the woman chased after him with a broom.
Women are not beautiful, but dress appropriately. They are a little fat, so it is quite difficult to run.
But even though people can't catch up, they can get enough of the broom from time to time.
If you have enough, just say "Ah!"
"Please play the world!"
"ah--"
Feng Xiaohai screamed and bumped into Feng Ming's arms who had just returned to the clinic. It seemed to hit a wall. During the bounce, he was grabbed and grabbed the back of his neck, and lifted it up like a little chicken.
Feng Ming, who had just returned from the government office, looked at his wife with some amusement: "Yue'er, what other laws did Xiaohai violate? You are tired of you and come down to fight!"
He and his wife met in Lan'an Mansion, in a small town on the side of the Lan River.
Yue'er's father is a doctor with his ancestral skills. He opened a local clinic with both children and a family of four, and had a decent life.
That year, he was in a daze by the Lan River, as if he was crazy about gaining and losing his heart. Several ignorant children were surrounding him and beat and scolding him. It was Yue'er who happened to pass by and took him home to cure his "crazy disease".
The story later was not very beautiful.
Because the old doctor refused to raise the drug price, he offended the "Ren Yin Society" in the county - an organization that many clinics joined forces to manipulate drug prices to make high profits, with a wide range of hands and eyes.
Whether it was a mistake or a demonstration, Yue'er's brother was beaten to death.
Yue'er's mother vomited blood and died on the spot.
That day, Yue'er took Feng Ming to collect herbs on the mountain. When she returned home, she was left with the dying old doctor who was lying in a pool of blood...
There is no way to reason and no way to sue.
Feng Ming suddenly remembered Qingyunting's blood and fire, and his anger burned in his heart, dyed his eyes red, and killed all the senior officials in the "Ren Needle Society". He took Yue'er and the old doctor to destroy the family and escape.
Later, after going around, I settled down in my dreams.
Yue'er and the old doctor were hiding their identity, but he restored his real name Feng Ming.
He gave birth to one daughter and one son, his daughter was named Feng Xiaoyun and his son was named Feng Xiaohai.
This is their story. Enjoying ordinary happiness, but it is also a thrilling thing that many people cannot encounter.
The fat woman who was called "Yue'er" supported her knees and gasped, pointing at Feng Xiaohai's hands trembling: "Ask you, this baby son! He...he steals money!"
Feng Ming's expression became serious. The child was naughty and he was not good at doing bad things.
"I didn't steal your money!"
Although the little boy was carried in the air and was about to face mixed doubles, he was still confident: "I took the New Year's money I have here!"
"It's a steal if you don't ask!" The child recovered and raised his broom and scolded him angrily, full of energy.
"I asked, you didn't agree!" Feng Xiaohai made a statement.
"It's not okay to steal money!"
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"Getting your own money is also called stealing?"
"What is your money? Did it write your name?" The child raised a silver note with great momentum: "This is your New Year's money. The one you used to buy the agency is your mother's money! You said - did you steal!"
Feng Xiaohai was almost crying, after all, his mother said so well. "I don't know which one is..."
He shook his hand and pressed the scabbard again, "Please play the world!"
The voice of the young man's self-confidence fighting with the world jumped out like this.
Feng Ming could hear this sound a few times outside before, but it was not as true as in his ears.
Forgot to do it for a moment, and looked in the voice: "What did you buy?"
As the reporter, he participated in the case of the Qianjie tailor shop throughout the process.
In his opinion, the handling of the case was already very fair.
It was also this time that I realized that [Mingquetai] was actually the person in charge of the Martial Arts Hou Xue Mingyi!
The truth of the entire case is clear and the facts are clear, and there is no room to confuse black and white.
Mr. Zhou was still calling people there, but he ordered one to catch another, and even his father went in.
Speaking of the chivalrous hero Ye Xiaoyun, he has the same name as his daughter. This makes him very happy. He realizes that his daughter will be very promising when she grows up.
The hero Xiaoyun also said goodbye to him!
In addition, I heard that there was an old man named Yan Sheng from Shushan who came to Yongguo and was said to have to open a college in Mengdu.
He paid special attention, thinking about whether his Xiaoyun could go in for a few years. Forget Xiaohai... It is indeed not a material for studying, so he will send it to learn martial arts when he goes back.
But the sound at the moment... is inexplicably familiar.
When my son lifted the villain in the agency to him... he became more familiar with him!
"He... is it?" Feng Ming's voice was a little trembling.
"Yangwu, right?" Feng Xiaohai was still crying, but now he was proud again: "Jiang Qingyang, the leader of the Yellow River! Limited edition, I bought it!"
Feng Ming naturally knew Jiang Wang's name, but he had never seen his portrait. Jiang Zhenjun did not go through the spirit, and never sculpted statues everywhere.
However, there is a person named "Zhen Wudi" in Taixu Realm, who sells Jiang Zhenjun's combat projections at different realms at a high price. It has a variety of categories and sells very well. Many people will buy a copy of the battle techniques, so they will buy a collection to souvenir.
But he is not keen on fighting and has no personality cult, so he is not willing to spend money.
It was not until today that I saw my true appearance.
It turned out to be Jiang Wang...
Yu Songhai turned out to be Jiang Wang!
Jiang Wang, who won the title of the Yellow River at the age of 19, is the strongest real person in ancient and modern times, and the youngest real master in history!
The mood at this moment is really complicated.
Feng Ming suddenly remembered the last conversation between the two when they parted that year.
Jiang Wang asked: "What month is it today?"
He said: "It seems to be the 28th day of the first lunar month."
As we all know today, Jiang Wang was born on the 28th day of the first lunar month of the 3900 year of the Taoist calendar. Many people are pregnant with children and deliberately ask doctors to keep up with the time and get to that day to have a child.
That day...it turned out to be his nineteenth birthday.
On the day when Qingyunting was slaughtered by blood, he rushed out of the darkness and desperately saved himself in the hands of the demons...
It was the 19th birthday of a teenager.
Judging from the public deeds, Jiang Wang had not yet won the title of the Yellow River at that time, nor had he revenged his blood. He was gritting his teeth, swallowing blood, and trying his best to become stronger.
At that time, I was twenty-one years old... I could only cry and ask for protection. After being saved, I was still confused in my life and wanted him to take me away.
"Dad? What do you think?" Feng Xiaohai waved with the villain in the agency.
"Brother Ming, are you okay?" Yue'er also came closer and felt quite worried: "Children like it, and they spend money on impulse. Don't be too angry... We can go and return the goods. He is still young, so how can he spend so much money?"
"I won't retreat!" Feng Xiaohai grabbed the villain in the agency and was about to run away: "Jiang Kuishou needs my support!"
The woman smiled angrily: "One brother Jiang Ge can knock you away a thousand miles away. What can you support him?"
"They are comparing sales!" daughter Feng Xiaoyun suddenly complained: "The top three sales will be the best collector's edition."
She said, and collected the Chongxuan Fenghua champion Houqian in her sleeve.
"Talking nonsense!" Feng Xiaohai's reasons for spending money were obviously different: "It is obvious that they are on the front line of the demon battlefield, so we need to pass on the light. If you buy a member of the agency, you will add another energy!"
"It's good if they don't have enough time to eat demons, but they're still trying to eat demons in the battlefield! I'll just coax you to memorize the "Three Character Classic" to you." In front of your younger brother who failed the exam, Feng Xiaoyun felt very wise and superior.
Feng Ming just wanted to sigh.
Unscrupulous merchants! Who said that there is no money nowadays? If you do this sales plan for the agency, wouldn’t you get the true teachings of Qian Mo? You can catch all the children of his old Feng family in one go.
But after thinking about it, he finally took out the silver notes and told Feng Xiaohai: "Go and buy a hundred... forget about ten!"
He is not short of money, but when he turns around, his daughter wants to go to the academy, his son wants to go to the martial arts hall, and Yue'er has to buy Yun Xiangzhai's clothes...
Feng Xiaohai looked excited: "Do you buy Jiang Tietou? In fact, the big sword is also very hard."
"What Jiang Tietou, who fights big swords." Feng Ming couldn't understand.
Feng Xiaohai had already run out and waved his hand as he ran: "You don't understand, this is all called - forget it, I'll rush first, I won't get it if I go too late!"
"Dad!" Feng Xiaoyun only shouted and stamped his foot.
Feng Ming obediently paid for it: "Save a little bit—"
"Thank you dad!" Feng Xiaoyun also ran away.
"Brother Ming—" Yue'er did not blame her husband for spending money indiscriminately, but just looked at him worriedly.
"I'm fine." Feng Ming responded and emphasized: "I'm fine."
Feng Ming really felt very happy at this moment, and in the feeling of happiness, he burst into tears unconsciously.
The hazy tears are like twists and turns.
He looked forward and seemed to see many Feng Mings in the past.
The sinister Feng Ming, the proud Feng Ming, the well-protected Feng Ming...
The cowardly Feng Ming, the fear Feng Ming, the crying Feng Ming, the sad Feng Ming, the useless Feng Ming...
Many Feng Mings were left in the cauldron that cooked people. Until the cold light passed through the sky, the figures flew out of the darkness and the person who took him away...the one who took him away was the easiest Feng Ming.
After walking around for so long, it seemed that I had returned to the intersection where I had parted.
He said, can you take me away? I can be your follower...Songhai was his follower at the beginning.
Many years have passed, and it is not until today that he understands Yu Songhai's rejection-
The story of the demon has nothing to do with you, the brave have decided to take responsibility.