Under the Langshan tree, a wisp of summer cool breeze blows, the canopy of the cangshen tree is like a canopy, the wind moves with the leaves, and falls a piece of emerald green.

Bai Cangqi sat cross-legged beside the tomb, his arms shattered and irreparable. There is new soil on the tomb on the left, which is Tsubaekek. The gravel tomb on the right is Aunt Jingyuan.

Bai Cangqi gently leaned his head against the tomb, and said in a gentle tone: "When you and I got married, I said that there is no sword servant Jing Yuan, only Aunt Jing at home." In the future, if there is a son and a half daughter, Aunt Jing should be treated as a grandmother and grandmother, and she will be sent to the end of her life. Unexpectedly, everything has been turned upside down after all these years. This sentence has been fulfilled. ”

As he spoke, his pale cheeks were like stones washed by a great wave......

Chapter 157 of "The Sword is King" Three generations of people slaughtered, Meng Fan! I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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