When Wang Qianchen resurrected Tan Zuo, Tan Zuoke didn't say a word, he thought that he couldn't speak when he used this Dafa, but now he knew that he could not only speak, but also chatter.

"Do you want to live, if you don't want to live, go back to the lamp, I'll destroy your body now!" Wang Qianchen scolded and scolded.

"Don't, don't!" Du Hong made a "whoosh" and immediately got into his body.

Immediately after hearing the sound of "poof", Du Hong stood up directly, touched his big bald head, patted all over his body, and then crossed his waist and laughed: "I, Du Hong, are back again...... What doesn't kill me will make me stronger...... I will take back everything I have lost, and no one will be able to stop me! ”

His laughter was hideous and terrifying, and although there were no people around, there were people in the distance, and he attracted their attention.

"Oh my god, it's like the Demon King has re-descended to the world!" The frightened sound of the bricks came from the back of the waist.

"Don't fuck you, what have you lost, at most your hair! Yin Luoluo is about to cry and faint, you hurry up and take a look! Du Hong's laughter made Wang Qianchen shudder, and he couldn't help but kick him in the ass.

"Oh...... Oh......" Du Hong covered his ass and hurriedly ran in the direction of the café.

Inside the café.

A girl lay on the table and cried heartbreakingly, she had already vowed not to shed tears again, but when she thought that her beloved had become a lump of minced meat, she couldn't help but feel sad for a while, as if thousands of knives were stabbing her.

The people around wanted to go up to appease, but they didn't dare.

Just then, someone suddenly tapped her on the shoulder.

Yin Luoluo didn't pay attention to it at first, but this person kept filming, and it seemed that he wouldn't stop if he didn't shoot her.

"You're sick, didn't you see me......" Yin Luoluo raised his head suddenly, and was about to scold, but then the whole person was stunned.

The man didn't speak, just looked at her with a smile.

I don't know how long it took before Yin Luoluo was stunned and said, "I'...... Am I dreaming? ”

Du Hong touched his bald head and said with a smile: "What do you think? ”

"I don't think so."

"That's right!"

Yin Luoluo's tears welled up again, and then he pounced on them.

Du Hong also stretched out his arms and hugged the girl he had missed for a long time tightly in his arms.

"It's too late, monks can also fall ......in love," someone next to him exclaimed.

……

Half an hour later.

"I said Xiao Chen, why did you say that you have become meat filling, it turns out that you want to make me cry!"

"Yes, I can't tell you directly, otherwise the tears won't be pure!"

"He was holding my face for tears, which made me think he was interested in me!"

"Then you think too much, he is the son-in-law of the Jade Emperor! Hey, I used to think that Tan Zuo was well-connected, but now I think Xiao Chen is not far behind! ”

The two of them said as they walked out of the café.

Wang Qianchen stood outside the door, looking at them with a smile on his face.

"Congratulations, congratulations!" Wang Qianchen arched his hand.

"Hehe, thank you, you go first, I'll accompany Luo Luo for a few days." Du Hong grinned.

"Okay, I'll call you if you need to, and don't forget to get yourself a new phone!" Wang Qianchen turned around and left.

Du Hong suddenly raised his foot and kicked him in the ass.

"What are you doing?!" Wang Qianchen covered his ass and turned back angrily.

"Who told you to kick me just now, I don't know if I'm going to get revenge?!" Du Hong bared his teeth.

Du Hong left with Yin Luoluo, and Wang Qianchen rushed to Hejia Village at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain.

This time it went even better.

Although He Jun has been dead for three years, He's father and mother are just this one son, and after such a long time, they haven't been able to come out of their grief.

In particular, there are statues of Wang Qianchen and others enshrined on Qingcheng Mountain, among which He Jun is surrounded by many believers, after hearing that this is He Jun's home, someone will always come to visit and thank He Jun for the sacrifices he has made for this common life.

People are all well-intentioned, some bring noodles, some bring rice, and He Father and He Mother have to receive it.

Every time I receive it, the wounds in my heart that have not healed seem to be uncovered and lifted again and again, and there will never be peace!

Every time they send someone away, the old couple always hugs and cries in the house.

The saddest thing in the world is that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person!

What's the use of piling up rice and noodles at home, even if they are piled up into a mountain?

If they could, they would rather He Jun not be a hero, and would rather never send He Jun to Qingcheng Mountain for a ......

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On this day, after sending off a group of believers, the two silently wept in the room as usual.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Another believer is coming, it's annoying!" Father He slapped his palm on the table irritably.

"They are also to commemorate Xiaojun...... "Mother He wiped her tears, walked out of the house with a strong spirit, and opened the inconspicuous courtyard door.