shock! My wife is a sword master

Deep in the South Pacific, on a nameless island shrouded in white mist, a man in a white robe is lying on a sun lounger, blowing the sea breeze.

At this time, two crisp voices came from afar: "Daddy, Daddy." The

man took off his sunglasses and looked up. I saw that two children, a man and a woman, were staggering over.

Seeing the two children, the man also hurriedly got up, opened his arms and said, "Come to Daddy's arms."

Hearing the man's words, the two children also rushed into the man's arms at once.

Holding two children, the man's face was full of happiness. At this time, in the distance, a woman dressed in classical clothes, also from the villa by the sea, shouted to the man: "Bai Yu, dad is calling, let me take Qingqing and Xianxian home for dinner."

"Okay. The man responded.

Yes, the man holding the two children is Bai Yu. At this time, more than two years have passed since the battle between Bai Yu and Feng Wuyuan. Bai Yu's cultivation has long been gone, but Bai Yu has no regrets at all.

Like now, with his wife and children, away from the world, he lives happily. Occasionally going home and accompanying relatives is much happier than being a desireless immortal.

And this nameless island has been bought by Bai Yu with the identity of the Bai family. Outside the island, when Bai Yu's cultivation was not exhausted, a formation was laid out. Without Bai Yu's guidance, it would have been impossible to come in.

On the whole island, in addition to Bai Yu's family, there are occasionally friends who come over for a vacation or something.

Old Man Bai has always said that after he completely handed over the company to Bai Yunlong and others, he will come here to spend his old age in peace. And Wang Situ and others also said that one day, when they saw through the red dust, they would come to accompany Bai Yu to "become a monk".

Holding Qingqing and Xianxian to the dock of the island, Wen Rou had already boarded the yacht and was waiting for Bai Yu.

"Come, Qingqing, Xianxian, let's go home to see the master together. Bai Yu said with a smile on his face.

With the sound of the yacht's turbines, Bai Yu's family headed towards Cannes.

Bai Yu's side, when the family is happy. Cultivators all over the world are suffering, because of the restrictions set by Bai Yu, the strength of cultivators around the world has been greatly reduced. Originally, there were still many people who had returned to the Void Realm for refining gods, but now these bigwigs have all fallen to the realm of refining qi and transforming gods.

Seeing that his cultivation for many years has fallen like this, countless bigwigs are looking up to the sky and crying. It's a pity that Bai Yu didn't hear it.

(The whole book is over, and it's really hard for readers to finish this book.) To be honest, when this book was first conceived, I thought about it a lot, and the original plan, according to various designs, was at least written to the early 1 millions. It's a pity that halfway through writing, due to the influence of various factors, the more I write, the more biased I become. In the end, it can only be hastily finished. Of course, I guess many people want to scold me, and I almost became a eunuch halfway.

Listen to my quibbles, phew, listen to my excuses, phew, listen to my explanations. At that time, I wanted to change jobs, so I delayed for a long time. Therefore, the matter of breaking off the change is really a force majeure.

As for the next book, I'm still thinking about it. There are so many outlines on hand, and there are all kinds of types. I've been entangled for a long time, and I don't know what type to write.

There are doomsday cultivators.,Urban ability.,Ke Shi Dihua.,Infrastructure cultivation of immortals.。。。 If you are interested, you can comment and leave a message, and then combine everyone's opinions to decide what to write next. Not surprisingly, in August and September, a new book will be opened, and I hope you will support it at that time.

Here, Ben Mengxin, also thanks to your support for such a long time, the author bowed one hundred and eighty degrees. ）