Doomsday Sanctuary

"Oh! Xiuxiu, you still can't look away!"

Lao Luo looked at his beautiful wife and let out a long sigh.

"Of course I can't look away. Whoever talks about the grievances we have suffered over the years is that you always bear it. You have long been making trouble with me, just like the old Chen family..."

Xinyi's mother's face was gloomy, her face gritted her teeth and cursed bitterly, showing the anger in her heart.

Everyone was confused for a while, and they couldn't figure out what the situation was. Several people stared at them, and their eyes kept rolling on these two people. Even Luo Xinyi looked at her parents in confusion, not knowing what they were talking about.

"Xiuxiu! Alas... it's me!"

Lao Luo suddenly stopped his wife in a low voice, but then he darkened and sighed.

He looked up at the quietly burning kerosene lamp, speechless for a while, but his complexion was obviously grayed out, and a trace of sadness filled the room for no reason. Xinyi's mother miraculously did not refute it, but on the contrary. It was silently looking at her husband in silence, his eyes full of concern and pity.

Di Ping thought to himself that this couple is not ordinary affection. Seeing that Xinyi’s mother is very strong, but she loves her majestic husband very much, and Lao Luo, a rough man, shows incomparable doting and love. Pampering.

Couples in the world have to be like this. If you love each other, what kind of divorce is there? What is the rule? This is a pair of people who love into their bones. They are a couple who are willing to stick together for life and never separate. This love makes Di Ping envy made him feel that this was the love he wanted.

"Xiao Di made you laugh!"

There was obviously a gleam in the corner of Lao Luo's eyes, as if he was thinking of something in the past, but the man quickly wiped the corner of his eyes with his hands, and looked at Di Ping apologetically.

"Uncle Luo is an expression of his true temperament, how dare I laugh, only respect!"

Di Ping looked respectful, got up and gave Luo Hongyuan a fist. He was really not deceiving. He was indeed what he thought in his heart. You can imagine that a resolute and heroic man like Luo Hongyuan is not really sad, and it is impossible to shed tears. As the old saying goes, a man does not flick when he has tears, but he has not yet reached the point of sadness!

"Good! Don't talk about it!"

Lao Luo's face returned to normal, a faint smile waved his hand, and then began to talk!

It turned out to be like this. The five surnames Chen, Li, Wang, Zhang, and Luo did not move to the Blacksmith Village by accident. They were originally taught in the Blacksmith Village.

You should know that learning art in ancient times was not like it is now. In ancient times, art-learning masters were more dignified than their own fathers. Not only did they have to be respected but also to be beaten and scolded. Free little labor with a penny of labor.

However, the relationship between their masters and apprentices is even closer. Some have followed their masters since they were a child, and they have passed on their skills to them as their survival skills. Some masters have left the industry to their apprentices, which can be described as an ancient skill. The law of inheritance.

And these ancestors of the five surnames, it is such an apprenticeship to learn forging skills in the Bu clan.

I was sent to the Blacksmith Village by my parents since I was a child and lived for more than ten years. After I learned the skills, I didn't leave. I married a wife and had children here, settled down at home, and then reproduced and passed on from generation to generation.

However, the three surnames of Li, Wang, and Zhang have not been well inherited. The tribe has not been very prosperous. As a result, the inheritance has been broken one by one, and even the surnames have disappeared in the long history.

Lao Zuo is pretty good. Although it has always been a single pass, it is finally passed to his own generation, which happens to be the seventh generation. However, his generation only gave birth to one daughter, and no matter how hard he tried, his wife His stomach didn't move anymore, which made him very helpless.

It was also where he felt most sorry for his ancestors, and Xinyi's mother also felt guilty in her heart, so no one could mention her.