"The seniors, please also promise the juniors one thing. Guan Daocun didn't leave, there was only tiredness on his face, and there was no concern for indifference.

"Oh, don't you believe that the old man can make a disobedient hairy boy like you completely disappear from the world? and you still want the old man to do things for you?!" Yixian didn't reply, but asked in a voice full of majesty.

"I believe it. Guan Daocun replied immediately, as if he had guessed Yat-sen's question.

"Then, you don't have to worry about anything, I will help you make arrangements, including your friends and your funeral. Yixian shook the umbrella, and immediately popped out a steel knife from the umbrella head, piercing directly into Guan Daocun's heart.

But the tip of the knife did not penetrate Guan Daocun's body, and Yixian's eyebrows were raised, and his expression was very pleasant, as if he was appreciating something.

Guan Daocun was only relieved.

He was tired, he didn't want any more burdens and fetters worth worrying about, he just wanted to leave this tiring world.

But Yat-sen didn't let him get free. Letting a man who is close to the limit of collapse continue to carry his responsibilities will only drive people crazy. But geniuses and saints are often "madmen" in disguise.

What kind of person is Guan Daocun, where is his limit, and how far will he go? Such questions seemed to fascinate Yixian, and he desperately wanted to know that Guan Daocun would naturally not be given such a chance.

Guan Daocun also seemed to understand his intentions, and his expression finally changed slightly, but it was only contempt for the selfish.

"Say it, the old man will help you—a word. Yat-sen withdrew his kiss and turned his back to Guan Daocun again, looking up at the starry sky. He doesn't care what other people think.

"Please go to Dongzhou Xinsu City, take care of my wife, and at least protect her for me before I die in battle. Guan Daocun's eyes showed a rare warmth.

"Wife, have you ever been married to her? What do you have to do with her? It's just a joke of two plays—the playful is ruthless, the bitch is unrighteous, you must have heard it. Yat-sen suddenly smiled.

Guan Daocun lowered his head, but his eyes were still staring at Yi Xian, and there was not only disdain in his eyes, but also murderous intent. He really hated this so-called "immortal" who was old and disrespectful.

"She's not a bitch, and she's not just a show! she's the master of the Prison Cow Piano, even if you don't say it, the old man will keep her safe, heh, it's really superficial, I can't hold my breath!"

As soon as the words fell, his figure was gone, and there was nothing wrong with him in the light skill of shrinking the city like a myth.

Guan Daocun is still losing his mind, not only shocked, but also puzzled: Angelica is the master of the imprisoned cow? So why did she break her hamstrings and be disabled for life?

......

Canglong Dongzhou, the city of the heart.

Albedian City has recently had an old man who keeps vigil. Even on a sunny day, he would carry an umbrella on his back, a large umbrella with a metal handle. His beard was long, and although it was all white, it was still unkempt, and he did not have the demeanor of an elder at all.

Angelica lives in a small village very close to the Guanjia Forest Farm, next to a rocky hill with ghost fires every night.

At this time, it was a short time, the weather was still good, and Angelica was holding a little girl who was more than a year old, holding a wheelchair out to bask in the sun. The threshold has long been removed, although it is unlucky, but it is somewhat convenient. There are still a lot of silver tickets left in the silver tickets given by Hua Muxue, and there must be no problem for her to spend the rest of her life.

A year ago, on the 15th of July, the little girl in her arms fell to the ground, very light, very small, almost unable to cry, belonging to yin, and her life was extremely weak. The midwife always thought that she would not live for half a year, but she was more than a year old and was growing well.

A bad old man with an umbrella walked up to her—Yat Sen. Before he could step forward, he pressed his hand to signal that he did not have to step forward.

The little girl suddenly burst into tears, as if she was afraid of Yixian's breath. But Yixian just touched her little head lightly and whispered three words, three words that made Angelica almost lose his voice:

"Guan, Dao, Storage?"

"Yes...... He makes you ...... Come?" Angelica couldn't believe it.

"Sort of, he's fine, and you look like you're good. The old man came this time not for anything else, but for one thing: Su Yisheng's relics are here, she has always passed on women to men, right, the master of the imprisoned cow?"

"Looks like everybody knows. Angelica showed a relieved expression, very similar to Guan Daocun's appearance.

"No, this is only understood by the old man, but it doesn't matter, leave it to the old man for safekeeping, the old man promises to let your mother and daughter be safe, this is also his request. ”

"Okay, okay...... I'll leave it to you...... Including the score, it is in the box under the bed, and it seems that the Su family score is about to be lost. Angelica's eyes dimmed—even extinguished—and even Guan Daocun had never seen her expression.

"No, never, the old man actually has his own selfish intentions and wants to accept a closed disciple. Yat-sen looked at the little girl in Angelica's arms.

"Thanks to the kindness of my predecessors, I, as a mother, refused on her behalf! I don't want her to follow our old path to the point of ...... This is definitely not what parents want!" Angelica's eyes were a little red.

"Really...... Okay, okay, eight years later, I'll come to see you mother and daughter, maybe it will be a family of three by then......" Yixian said with a smile, walked into the hut, took the prisoner cow qin, and disappeared.

Angelica suddenly hugged the child tightly and cried, what she was grieving, we don't know, but there must be a mother's reluctance and dilemma, there are countless contradictions, countless regrets, countless knots......

The child cried, and she seemed to be thinking about her father from afar.