She Shocks The Whole World After Retirement - Chapter 1411

[Chapter 1411]

The predecessor of Shenyue Kingdom Mandarin is the language of Monster Beast Continent, but after ten thousand years of evolution, the accent and words have changed a bit. But some basic sentences are still the same.

Sheng Zhou threatened Ye Qingyang: “Take it out quickly!”

Ye Qingyang is a great necromancer, wherever he goes, the monks there will be in danger, no one dares to provoke him like this. But this is the hometown where his parents were raised, and it will become a small world where he often comes to play in the future. These strange monks in front of him may be the elders and good friends of his parents.

Can not offend.

Ye Qingyang complained a few words in his heart, then lowered his head, intending to take out the souvenir Sheng Xiao gave him. At this moment, a broken cry suddenly exploded in Ye Qingyang’s left ear –

“Feng’er, don’t you recognize me?”

As soon as these words came out, the whole square fell silent.

Fenger?

Sheng Zhou stared at Sheng Pinghui beside Ye Qingyang, then turned to look at his master. Noticing that the master was frowning and staring at the strange long-haired man in a daze, Sheng Zhou reminded Sheng Lingfeng softly: “Master, the Feng’er he was talking about, could it be you?

” With blurred facial features, he subconsciously asked, “Who are you?”

Seeing that Sheng Lingfeng really couldn’t recognize himself, Sheng Pinghui’s heart ached like a knife was being twisted.

They are father and son!

He and his wife, Nian Xingguang, raised Sheng Lingfeng personally. Sheng Lingfeng was impressed by Sheng Pinghui’s strength since he was a child, and even regarded his father as an idol.

But now that they met, they didn’t know each other.

No one can empathize with the pain in Sheng Pinghui’s heart. “Feng’er, I’m father, I’m Sheng Pinghui! Do you still remember me, Feng’er?” Sheng Pinghui vibrated his throat with spiritual power, imitating pronunciation, and said this passage.

In order to prove to Sheng Lingfeng that he is the father, Sheng Pinghui hurriedly handed the child in his arms to Ye Qingyang, and then hurriedly grabbed all the wildly growing long hair behind his head. He grabbed the long black hair thick at the wrist with his hands, revealing a face that was abnormally pale because he hadn’t seen the sun for a long time. The face was thin, and there was not much flesh in the high protruding cheekbones.

Those eyes, sunken eye sockets, cloudy eyeballs, looking at, how can there be half of the heroic and mighty look of Zhuang Shengpinghui in his prime?

Sheng Lingfeng stared at the strange face of the long-haired man, unable to believe that this strange man could be his father.

Sheng Lingfeng did not recognize Sheng Pinghui.

But the sound of Feng’er really startled Sheng Lingfeng.

Sheng Pinghui was deeply immersed in the joy of reuniting with his child. He excitedly stepped towards Sheng Lingfeng, wanting to hug Sheng Lingfeng. But Sheng Lingfeng didn’t feel any familiarity from this strange man with long hair. He didn’t want to accept the truth, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

And his regressive approach obviously hurt Sheng Pinghui’s heart.

Sheng Pinghui forced himself to stop.

He lowered his arms weakly, and murmured sadly: “That’s right, I have changed my appearance a long time ago. This person looks neither human nor ghost, and there is no trace of the past. It should be, it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault.”

It sounded like he was actually comforting himself.

He was reminding himself: It’s not that the child refuses to accept his current ghostly appearance, but that he is indeed so different from before that his son can’t believe it.

Hearing Sheng Pinghui’s words, Sheng Lingfeng realized that his actions had hurt the other party, and he subconsciously stopped. Sheng Lingfeng had already learned from Sheng Xiao’s report that his father Sheng Pinghui was still alive, but Sheng Xiao didn’t tell him what Sheng Pinghui had experienced in the big world.

Therefore, Sheng Lingfeng felt absurd and unbelievable when he suddenly saw Sheng Pinghui who had changed his appearance and was neither human nor ghost.

What kind of tragic experience did a handsome and outstanding monk have to go through to be made into this appearance?

Sheng Lingfeng didn’t dare to think about what kind of tortured life his father had lived for more than a hundred years.

Sheng Lingfeng clenched his fists, and asked in a hoarse voice: “You said you are my father, how can you prove that you are my father!” Sheng Lingfeng’s eyes turned red, and he choked up and said: “My father, that was once famous in the Holy Spirit Continent How many young ladies admired him for a handsome man in the cultivation world?”

“Look, you have such a strange and terrible appearance, how do you resemble my father!” Sheng Lingfeng’s words sounded sharp, but no one knew what his heart was really like. how painful.

Tears welled up in Sheng Pinghui’s eyes.

He closed his eyes, raised his hair and let out a long sigh. When he looked up again, he saw a group of old guys on crutches walking towards the square with the support of the guards.

Those were the old patriarchs of the Sheng clan.

Except for the Sixth Elder Sheng Tianlun who voluntarily sacrificed himself during the Hundred Masters’ sacrifice to help Anna become emperor, all the other elders of the Sheng Clan are still alive. It’s just that they look much older than Sheng Lingfeng. They were older than Sheng Lingfeng, and they were disciples of Sheng Pinghui’s generation.

And this group of people is also Sheng Pinghui’s most respected and trusted brothers of the same clan in the Sheng clan.

Sheng Pinghui called out the names of the nine elders one by one, and he said to the first elder: “Sheng Tianqing, when you were 19 years old, you took five hundred spirit stones from me in order to buy spirit hairpins to win the favor of Liuli disciples. When I borrowed the money, I promised to give me fifty spirit stones as interest every year. It has been more than two hundred years, and the spirit stones in your treasury are enough to pay back my debt?”

Hearing this, Zhang Shengtian, the eldest brother, was envious. His eyes widened. “You…” He subconsciously covered the space bracelet on his wrist, widened his eyes, and said in amazement: “How do you know this?”

“Sheng Zhuying!” Sheng Pinghui looked at the only woman among the elders, that was the third elder Sheng Zhuying. Sheng Xiao was seriously injured and needed Yu Huang’s painstaking efforts to treat him. It was the third elder who treated Yu Huang. She is old, her eyes are dim, and she can’t distinguish between humans and animals within a hundred meters.

Sheng Zhuying subconsciously let out an ah, and asked the blurry figure in the distance: “What are you calling me for?”

Sheng Pinghui said without hesitation: “When you meet everyone, you say that you and Josie are chasing you, but I broke the picture with my own eyes that you blocked Mrs. Josie in the grove downstairs of the literature club and forced kisses. I didn’t If I remember correctly, it should be your first kiss. In fact, between you and Josie, you are the one who took the initiative.”

Sheng Zhuying’s husband is a commoner, and he is Josie, a great writer who is well-known throughout Shenyuzhou.

At a young age, being exposed by Sheng Pinghui for the embarrassing things she did to chase Josie when she was young, Sheng Zhuying was so angry that she stomped on her crutches. She couldn’t see Sheng Pinghui’s appearance clearly, but when she heard these words, she said, “Sheng Pinghui, you are still alive! You old man, didn’t you promise to keep a secret for me? You backed down! Could it be Did you deliberately dismantle me when you got old because you couldn’t chase me back then?”

(End of this chapter)