She Shocks The Whole World After Retirement

   The predecessor of the national language of Shenyue Kingdom was the language of the Monster Beast Continent, but after thousands of years of evolution, the accent and words have changed a bit. But some basic sentences remain the same.

   Shengzhou threatened Ye Qingyang: "Hurry up and take it out!"

   Ye Qingyang, the dignified undead physiognomist, wherever he went, the monks there would be in danger, how could anyone dare to provoke him like this. But this is the hometown where his parents were raised, and in the future it will become a small world where he often comes to play tricks. These unfamiliar monks in front of him may be their parents' elders and good friends.

   can not offend.

   Ye Qingyang complained a few words in his heart, and then lowered his head, intending to take out the letter that Sheng Xiao gave him. At this moment, a broken cry suddenly exploded in Ye Qingyang's left ear—

   "Feng'er, don't you recognize me?"

   As soon as these words came out, the whole square was silent.

   Fenger?

   Shengzhou stared at Sheng Pinghui next to Ye Qingyang, then turned to look at his master. Noticing that the master was frowning and staring at the strange man with long hair in a daze, Shengzhou reminded Sheng Lingfeng softly: "Master, is it you that Feng'er he said is you?"

   Sheng Lingfeng came back to his senses, he stared at the vague facial features under the man's long hair, and subconsciously asked, "Who are you?"

   Seeing that Sheng Lingfeng really couldn't recognize himself, Sheng Pinghui's heartache was like a knife twisting.

   They are father and son!

   He and his wife read Xingguang and **** Sheng Lingfeng personally. Sheng Lingfeng was impressed by Sheng Pinghui's strength since he was a child, and even regarded his father as an idol.

   But now that they met, they didn't know each other.

   Sheng Pinghui's pain, no one can feel the same. "Feng'er, I'm my father, and I'm Sheng Pinghui! Do you still remember me, Feng'er?" Sheng Pinghui shook his throat with spiritual power, simulated pronunciation, and said these words.

   In order to prove to Sheng Lingfeng that he is the father, Sheng Pinghui quickly handed the child in his arms to Ye Qingyang, and then hurriedly grabbed all the savage long hair behind his head. He grabbed his long black hair with thick wrists, revealing a face that was abnormally pale because he had not seen the sun for a long time. The face was thin and there was not much flesh on the high protruding cheekbones.

   Those eyes, with sunken eye sockets and cloudy eyeballs, looking at them, how could there be a half-point of heroism and might when he was prosperous and Pinghui in his prime?

   Sheng Lingfeng stared at the unfamiliar face of the long-haired man, unable to believe that this strange man would be his father.

   Sheng Pinghui did not recognize Sheng Pinghui.

   But this Feng'er sound really startled Sheng Lingfeng.

  Sheng Pinghui was deeply immersed in the joy of reuniting with the child, he excitedly took a step towards Sheng Lingfeng and wanted to hug Sheng Lingfeng. But Sheng Lingfeng didn't feel half familiarity from this strange long-haired man. He didn't want to accept the truth and took a few steps back subconsciously.

   And his backward approach obviously hurt Sheng Pinghui's heart.

   Sheng Pinghui forced himself to stop.

He lowered his arms weakly, and murmured sadly: "That's right, I've changed my appearance a long time ago. This person is neither a ghost nor a ghost, and there is no trace of the past. You don't know your father, too. It should be, it's not your fault, it's not your fault."

   It sounds like he is comforting himself.

   He was reminding himself: It's not that the child refuses to accept the ghostly appearance he is now, but that he is indeed so different from the past that his son can't believe it.

   Hearing Sheng Pinghui's words, Sheng Lingfeng realized that his actions had hurt the other party, and he stopped subconsciously. Sheng Lingfeng had long known from Sheng Xiao's retelling that his father Sheng Pinghui was still alive, but Sheng Xiao did not tell him what Sheng Pinghui had experienced in the big world.

   Therefore, Sheng Lingfeng felt absurd and unbelievable when he suddenly saw Sheng Pinghui, who had changed his face and was neither a ghost nor a ghost.

  What kind of tragic experience does a handsome and outstanding monk have to go through to be made like this?

   Sheng Lingfeng didn't even dare to think about what kind of tortured life his father had lived through for the past 100 years.

Sheng Lingfeng clenched his fists and asked in a hoarse voice: "You said that you are my father, how do you prove that you are my father!" Sheng Lingfeng's eyes turned red, and he choked up: "My father, that was once famous in the Holy Spirit Continent. A beautiful man in the comprehension world, how many girls loved him back then?"

   "Look, how strange and bad you look like my father!" Sheng Lingfeng's words sounded sharp, but no one knew how painful his heart was.

  Teardrops also appeared in Sheng Pinghui's eyes.

   He closed his eyes, raised his head and let out a long sigh. When he looked up again, he saw a group of old guys on crutches walking towards the square with the help of guards.

   Those were the old patriarchs of the Sheng clan.

   Except for Sheng Tianlun, the six elders who voluntarily sacrificed in the sacrifice of Bai Shi to help Anna Chengdi, all the other elders of the Sheng clan are still alive. It's just that they look far older than Sheng Lingfeng. They were older than Sheng Lingfeng and were disciples of Sheng Pinghui's generation.

   And this group of people were also the brothers of the same clan that Sheng Pinghui valued and trusted the most in the Sheng clan.

Sheng Pinghui called out the names of the nine elders one by one, and he first said to the first elder: "Sheng Tianqing, when you were 19 years old, in order to buy spiritual hairpins to please the disciples of the Liuli tribe, you received 500 spiritual stones from me. When you borrowed money, you promised to give me fifty spirit stones as interest every year. It's been more than two hundred years, are the spirit stones in your treasury enough to pay my account?"

   Hearing this, the elder Zhang Shengtianxian suddenly widened his eyes. "You" he subconsciously covered the space bracelet on his wrist, widened his eyes, and said stunned: "How do you know this?"

   "Sheng Zhuying!" Sheng Pinghui looked at the only woman in the crowd of elders, that was the third elder Sheng Zhuying. When Sheng Xiao was seriously injured and needed Yu Huang's blood for treatment, this was the treatment that the third elder did for Yu Huang. She is old, her eyes are dim, and there is no distinction between people and animals within 100 meters.

  Sheng Zhuying let out a subconscious cry, and asked the vague figure in the distance, "What are you calling me for?"

Sheng Pinghui said without hesitation: "You tell everyone that you and Qiao Xi are the ones chasing you, but I personally broke through the picture of you blocking Teacher Qiao Xi in the woods downstairs of the Literature Club and forcibly kissing. I have no idea. If I remember correctly, it should be your first kiss. In fact, between you and Josie, you are the one who took the initiative."

  Sheng Zhuyingdi’s husband is a commoner, and he is Josie, a great writer and writer who is famous throughout the Divine Region.

   At a young age, Sheng Pinghui exposed the embarrassing things he did to chase after Qiao Xi when he was young, and Sheng Zhuying stomped his crutches in anger. She couldn't see what Sheng Pinghui looked like, but as soon as she heard these words, she said: "Sheng Pinghui, you are still alive! You immortal, didn't you promise to keep the secret for me long ago? Is it because you couldn't chase me back then, you were jealous, and you deliberately demolished my stage when you were old?"