There are three treasures in the home of abandoned wives and mothers

Chapter 1027 Momo, you are here
Speaking of business, Su Qi also became serious.

Ge Mo took the token with trembling hands. Could such a small black token really allow the people from Yuncheng and Mingyue Villa to detour them?
"Brother Ge Mo, you must not take out this token unless it is absolutely necessary, you understand?"

Su Qi thought for a while and said, if mother knows that he is building his own power outside, she will definitely blow his little ass.

"Yes, young master, but why use it only as a last resort?"

In fact, Ge Mo wanted to know more about Su Qi's life experience. He vaguely guessed some, but he wanted to know more.

"Brother Ge Mo, listen to me. If you show it casually, my ass will definitely bloom. Let's not talk about it, let's go and tidy up the shop!"

Su Qi shook his head, his calf trembled when he thought of the stick in his mother's hand.

"Yes, son!"

Ge Mo didn't ask too much, he would know when he should know.

In fact, Su Qi also knew what Ge Mo wanted to know, but after he traveled to several places, he gradually understood that sometimes it would be better to keep a quiet peace alone, as long as he did what his mother said he would do when he was proud. Don't be arrogant, just don't get depressed when you are frustrated!
In the Sanqing Mountains, there is a thick fog, but it is crystal clear and bright, and the fog is boiling. Today's fog is very strong.

Looking from a distance, it is extremely mysterious, the fog is shining brightly, flying continuously, extremely dazzling.

In Sanshengmen, there are white cloths hanging everywhere.

In the main hall, the mourning hall of Yaohuang Tianzun has been set up, and the body of Yaohuang Tianzun is placed in the mahogany coffin in the center of the hall.

The two disciples were on the side, burning paper money with tears.

Yaohuang Tianzun was gentle and kind. His death made the disciples in the Three Lives Sect very sad.

A deep sadness shrouded the entire hall.

Murong Shaofeng was dressed in white filial piety clothes, kneeling straight in front of the coffin, his warm eyes were bloodshot, his handsome face was full of pain, every time he took a breath, it seemed like he was trying his best to endure something?
Haidong stood at the door, looked at Murong Shaofeng's straight figure, and walked in with misty eyes.

"Brother, you have been kneeling for several hours, take a break! The last thing Master wants to see is you like this."

Murong Shaofeng was unmoved, still kneeling straight.

"Is the cemetery ready?"

Murong Shaofeng asked in a low and sad voice.

"Brother, the master has already chosen the cemetery in front of him. It is just behind Sanqing Mountain. The master likes the scenery of Sanqing Mountain very much. He has just asked the Feng Shui master to pour the funeral. The master has no children, and the master treats us as his own. Let the two of us do the dirty work!"

"Okay!" Murong Shaofeng replied blankly!

At noon, more and more people paid homage to Yaohuang Tianzun. The value of life is nothing more than what he has done to his body. Yaohuang Tianzun was kind and generous during his lifetime.

Both Murong Shaofeng and Haidong returned their salutes one by one in the mourning hall.

"Shao Feng."

Su Zimo and Mu Yunxuan dragged Xin'er in.

Hearing the familiar voice, Murong Shaofeng suddenly raised his eyes.

The moment Murong Shaofeng saw Su Zimo, the sadness that Murong Shaofeng was trying to hold back almost burst out in an instant.

"Momo, you're here."

Murong Shaofeng didn't expect that she would come too, mist appeared in his warm eyes, and he quickly covered it up.

　Dear, there will be more later!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)