Wang Fugui, who went all the way to the south, didn't know how long later, returned to the familiar Osmanthus Town, and it was already late at night.

He walked almost silently, and his movements were very light, quiet, for fear of disturbing the frost-free and saliva baby Zhao and Mo.

When he got home, he found a chair and instead of going to his room to rest, he sat in the hall as if waiting for something.

Wu Shuang already knew about Wang Fugui's return, but he didn't want to face it, because today is the three-year period.

Even if it was an adult's plan, after all, Zhao and Mo were brought up by their husband and wife bit by bit, and it had been three years in the blink of an eye, and I couldn't help but stay in my tears when I thought of it.

Zhao Hemo, who was round in Wu Shuang's arms, suddenly opened his eyes and slurred his speech, "Mother, mother, don't cry, don't cry, give you a hand." Then he struggled and handed his hand to Wu Shuang's mouth.

Wu Shuang looked at the little guy in her arms, hugged her tighter, she was reluctant, this kind of thing, no woman in the world was willing to do it, but there was no way, "Baby, don't cry, my mother doesn't eat my hands, my mother wants to hold you, don't cry, don't cry." Wu Shuang's hand was held tighter, and he was afraid that if he let go, the little guy would be gone.

The night is getting deeper.

"Stompe." There was a sound of footsteps at the door, about three or five people, and a few people stopped at the door of Wang Fugui.

"Brother Wang, we're here to pick up someone." A man led by several people shouted at the door, not loud, but it ensured that the people inside would definitely be able to hear it.

"Please!" Wang Fugui waved his hand, and the wooden door creaked instantly and slowly opened.

The man at the head looked in, but said, "No, Brother Wang brought which son over, and we left." ”

"Hmph." Wang Fugui snorted coldly, "Since that's the case, then please." Looking back, Wang Fugui didn't pay attention to them, and sat comfortably on the chair in the hall.

"Head, this king is rich and noble, what's the matter, dare to disrespect the orders of any adult, this is a blatant rebellion." The man with a hairy face behind the leader said.

"What do you know, if you have raised a child for so long, and you say that you should hand it over, give it to someone else, you will hand it over?" The man in the lead turned his head and said to the hairy-faced man.

"Head, what do we do now?" The other big man who accompanied him asked suspiciously.

The man at the head turned around and walked towards the woman at the end, "Lord Messenger, what should we do in this situation?" You won't go in and grab it, will you? ”

"Rob? Hahahaha, you're going to laugh at me, aren't you? If you have a trace of bad thoughts when you go in, Wang Fugui and his wife, spit and drown you, they and his wife have already turned into mortal cultivation in ancient times, guess what they are cultivating now. The woman wore a black hat that covered her entire body.

Everyone was speechless, and the man at the head walked to the door again and said, "Brother Wang, it was my fault before, and I still look at Haihan." The man then looked inside, looked back, and said, "Go." ”

The group was neither fast nor slow, and slowly came to the hall, and saw Wang Fugui sitting on a chair in the center of the hall, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The man at the head said again, "Brother Wang, I hope to forgive me for my offending before." Then he got down on one knee and bowed.

Wang Fugui suddenly opened his eyes, "Brother, what is this for, get up, get up." ”

"Brother Wang Fugui, I'm not very good at talking, if there is any problem in the future, I hope you will forgive me." The man at the head said cautiously to Wang Fugui again.

"We came to your mansion this time, which one of our lords left us with the saint, come, come, come to pick up, Zhao and Mo Gongzi." The man glanced at Wang Fugui from time to time, and sure enough, he was absent-minded, and his heart was very prickly.

Wang Fugui is a person who has kindness and revenge, which lord has created too much for the world and given the world blessings, so to speak, he alone has preserved the heavens and the earth.

Wang Fugui, the little guy who is struggling very much in his heart, Zhao and Mo, he is already regarded as his own son, but which adult, there is an arrangement, he is reluctant, I don't know if I will see each other again in the future, maybe from now on.

"Brother Wang, Brother Wang." The man in charge was stunned when he saw Wang Fugui, and then he shouted.

"Huh?" Wang Fugui was in a clear state of mind in the shouting.

"Brother Wang, are you okay?" The man asked again.

"No, no, dare to ask what to call a friend." Wang Fugui looked at the man in charge and asked solemnly.

"Contemptible people, famous all over the world." The leader replied.

"Brother Jia, if you go with Mo Zhen and you in the future, can we see Mo again?" Wang Fugui stared straight into the eyes of Jia Tianxia.

"Brother Wang, don't worry, this is no problem, but you may not see each other in a short time, which adult has other arrangements." A world returned.

"Oh, don't say a thing or two." Wang Fugui picked up the teacup, took a sip and asked.

"This, Brother Wang, you are embarrassing me, which adult's plan, how can I know, even if I know, how dare I reveal it, Brother Wang, it's funny." A Tianxia was shocked, and his eyes looked at the woman with a black hat covering her body.

The black hat covered the woman's whole person, and she couldn't see any expression.

"Brother A, I think you also know that although our husband and wife are not as powerful as those ancient powers, they are not weak, so I would like to ask a few people to wait for a while, and I will communicate with my wife for a while, and then give a few answers." After that, Wang Fugui didn't pay attention to the few of them, turned around and went to the room where Wu Shuang was, leaving everyone sitting in the hall, you look at me, I look at you.

The woman in the hat laughed softly, "If you can bend and stretch, you can change your mistakes, and if you want to achieve the goal, you can change if you make no mistakes, which is worthy of being the best in the world." ”

The messenger laughed. A Tianxia responded.

Inside the wings.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Wu Shuang lay on the bed and shouted.

"Madam, they are still here, if you give them the ink, I am afraid that we will meet in the future, I am afraid it will not be too simple." Wang Fugui sat at the head of the bed and said to them.

"Stack, stack, don't, don't, I want my mother." The chubby Zhao Hemo suddenly poked out of the quilt with a round little head and big eyes, as if he was about to cry back immediately.

Wu Shuang's eyes looked at Wang Fugui directly, but he didn't speak, but the emotions contained in his eyes emanated silently.

Wang Fugui looked at her only wife, and this chubby little guy who was slurring his words and called himself stacked, all the emotions in his heart burst out, and his eyes turned red instantly.

Wang Fuguishui immediately turned around and left the room.

Slowly walked towards the hall, his body was undulating and fluctuating, one would merge, one would incarnate, one would be a golden immortal, ethereal, he himself didn't know it, but he didn't know that this was a symptom of enchantment.

Everyone in the hall also felt the fluctuation of Wang Fugui's cultivation, and the man at the head was pale and weak.

The woman in the hat suddenly said, "Yes." ”

disappeared in an instant, and came to Wang Fugui's face,

"Duckweed Sword Immortal, Duckweed Sword Immortal." The woman shouted loudly, and at the same time exuded spiritual power, attacking Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui looked up at the spiritual power that was like a mudslide coming towards him, revealing a smile of unknown reason.

"Huh"