Half an hour later, in an attic on the third floor of the Han family's old house, an old man was hunched over, his hair was silver-white, and although his face had age spots, he showed an extremely tough and resolute color.

The old man only stood there, but it was like a spear, and although his waist was bent, his heart would rather not bend.

"Crunch!" The door of the attic was pushed open, and Han Moyu walked into the attic with a complicated look on his face.

"Dad, I've already handed over Ziwei Heng to Li Ling!"

This old man is the old man of the Han family, and he is the same Chinese military god as Li Xuanhu.

"Hmm!" Old Man Han's eyes flashed with exhaustion, he raised his head to look at the dark night, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Mo Yu, Han Bin, this kid has a detour!"

"Dad, I know, it's all my negligence!" Han Moyu's face showed a look of heartache, over the years, he neglected to educate Han Bin because of his busy affairs, which made Han Bin become an arrogant and domineering child.

"It's not terrible to be wrong, it's terrible to know what is wrong and not to change it. A gleam flashed in Old Man Han's cloudy eyes, "I have become the current Chinese military god from a landlord's cattle herding baby." Along the way, I have made a lot of mistakes. But the old chief was merciful, and he gave me many opportunities. Mo Yu, Li Ling's baby is very good. Let Han Bin follow him, at least there won't be a big problem!"

"Dad, Li Ling, I can't see through it!" Han Moyu raised his eyebrows.

Old Man Han smiled and said, "If the Grandmaster is strong and can be seen through by you, then he is still the Grandmaster Strong?"

"Yes!" The corners of Han Moyu's mouth flashed with helplessness, and he said, "I am very envious of Li Zhenghao now for giving birth to such a son!"

"What's the use of envy?" Old Man Han turned around slowly and looked at Han Moyu.

Meeting Old Man Han's cold eyes, Han Moyu's heart trembled, even though he was now a prince of the military world, but in the face of Old Man Han, he was still a little weak-hearted.

"Mo Yu!"

"Dad, what do you command?"

"I'm ninety-seven years old this year, right?"

Listening to Old Man Han's questioning full of emotion, Han Moyu's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Dad, there are three months left, and you will be ninety-seven years old!"

"There is no need for a big birthday, our Han family doesn't engage in these formalistic things!" Old Man Han slowly walked towards a wooden plank on the right side of the attic, and said, "Have you chosen my grave?"

Han Moyu's heart trembled, for some reason, his eyes suddenly moistened, he nodded, and said, "The above has agreed, Dad's grave is next to the old chief!"

"That's good, that's good!" Old Man Han smiled with satisfaction on the corner of his mouth, sat down on the bed slowly, and said, "The Tianmu Ghost Monk helped me calculate a hexagram back then, saying that I would not live to be a hundred years old. Hehe, if it weren't for you little bunnies, I wouldn't have to be so desperate. ”

"Dad, you can live a long life!"

Old Man Han waved his hand, a kind of heroic sadness appeared on his face, and said, "Isn't it interesting to live like this?

"Dad, why don't I take you out tomorrow?"

"No need!" Old Man Han shook his head and said, "I, an old man who is a good man, there is no need to waste government resources." Hehe, I'm going out for a trip, and I don't know how many people will be involved. Forget it, forget it! When people are old, don't annoy people, I still have this self-knowledge!"

"Dad, you are the hero of the country, we are the juniors, we should take care of you!"

"Fart a hero of a country!" Old Man Han snorted and said, "I didn't want to be a hero of any country, I participated in the War of Resistance Against Japan, but I couldn't stand that group of devils slaughtering my compatriots." If a hero is not a hero, it is. In those days, who didn't want to kill a few more devils? I was just lucky to survive. ”

"Mo Yu, don't be a hero in the future, open your mouth to be a hero. ”

"Dad, I know!"

"I'm old, I'm really old, and now I'm all nagging!" Old Man Han slowly lay down on the bed and said, "Mo Yu, you go down." Han Bin's matter, you keep an eye on it, I don't want my descendants of Han Ergou to have something that is not angry!"

"Hmm!" Han Moyu took a deep breath and exited the attic lightly.

When Han Moyu walked out of the room, Old Man Han couldn't help coughing in a low voice, holding a handkerchief in his right hand and covering his mouth.

Halfway through, Old Man Han spread out his handkerchief, looked at the black blood stains on it, full of fishy smell, a touch of relief appeared on his face, and his eyes were confused, as if he was recalling something, "Old chief, Xiao Ergou is coming to accompany you, and Xiao Ergou is still going to be your guard!"

In the room next to the attic, Han Moyu's eyes were rolling with grief, looking at the huge LCD screen in front of him.

"How's my dad doing?" Han Moyu said with a trembling voice.

Next to Han Moyu, a doctor in a white coat had a complicated look on his face, and said in a low voice: "Han Lao's illness is not serious, but all his physical skills have a rejection reaction. ”

"Is there no other way?"

"Old Han's age is too old to operate!"

"Bastard!" Han Moyu clenched his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth.

The doctor didn't dare to say anything, looking at Han Moyu with a distorted face, his heart trembled, Old Man Han's status was too high, and his every move involved many things, and could even affect the development of the Han family.

"How much longer can my dad hold out?"

"A month!"

"Three months!" Han Moyu suddenly turned around, his eyes flashed with fierceness, and he said fiercely: "I don't care what method you use, I want you to let my father live for three months, and I want him to leave after his ninety-seventh birthday." ”

"General Han, we will do our best!"

Han Moyu took a deep breath, calmed the excitement in his heart, and said coldly: "If you have any needs, you can call me as soon as possible." ”

"General Han, if you want Han Lao to survive for three months, there is another way!"

"What's the solution?"

"Transformation, human body transformation!"

"Smack!"

Han Moyu slapped the doctor in the face with his backhand, and in the other party's frightened gaze, Han Moyu said word by word, "Remember that my dad, that is the Huaxia Military God, he can only be him, if I hear something similar, I will make you regret it!"

"Yes, yes!!" the doctor nodded desperately.

In the attic, Old Man Han was facing the wall, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, looking at the mobile phone next to the pillow, "I still have a little conscience, I know that even if I die, I will not be willing to become a person and a ghost!"

"Hey!"

With a sigh, Old Man Han turned off his mobile phone, and an indescribable expression appeared on his old face, and the light of remembrance flashed in his eyes.