The corners of Lan Yutang's mouth twitched slightly, and he said softly: A son is a son, even if he grows to the age of eighty, he will always be a child in front of his own Lao Tzu.

Daddy, now, I really want to be able to ride on your neck like when I was a child, but now, I'm afraid I don't have a chance.

You see, the coffin of the stars is slowly condensing on my body, beginning to enter a permanent scene, and you, you may soon have to leave here,

I think you should have heard Jing Zhaomei mention Fujia Villa before he died, and I think that something must have happened to Fujia Villa now.

Above their heads, although the early winter sun exuded a soft glow, the ice-like amethyst on Lan Yutang's body was condensing and condensing violently......

Slowly, slowly...... Seal up the last bit of the bare crevice.

In just the blink of an eye, a crystal-like coffin had already sealed Lan Yutang inside, just like the one that had sealed the outstanding monk Heavenly Sword.

The purple coffin of the stars shone in the folds of the morning sun.

Jiang Feng stood in the morning sun in a daze, with his hands behind his back, and never turned his head to look at his son who was about to say goodbye to himself and this world.

I don't know if I am looking at the first ray of sunshine that has reappeared in the world after this heavy rain, or if I am lamenting all this that happened on this rainy night in the rivers and lakes.

This rainy night in the rivers and lakes has brought him too many changes.

In this rainy night, he first lost his best friend, the brother he grew up with, Hong Hui, and now, he is about to lose his only son.

At this moment, it seemed that his heart should be in extreme pain.

However, his face was calm.

He just stood there with his hands in his hands, looking at the morning sun, expressionless and speechless.

Then, suddenly, a cold, infinitely mocking voice came from somewhere in the forest of death, like the rattling of a tree trunk blown by the wind in a cold night, and said:

Hmph, watching your only son become a sculpture, you old boy can really calm down, you can actually be silent, convinced, I am really convinced.

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Feng suddenly felt a heavy murderous aura, like the sun falling from the sky above his head, completely enveloping himself.

With the cold aura of the Far North, even the sun was almost frozen.

Then, I saw that the sword of the Shang Tian Sword, which had been inserted next to Jing Zhaomei's corpse and had saved Lan Yutang once, suddenly trembled slightly, as if it was being slowly pulled up by a pair of invisible hands......

Then, he suddenly flew out of the dirt, emitting an ice-like light under the first rays of the dawn of early winter, stabbing towards the back of Jiang Feng's negative hand.

However, Jiang Feng still did not move, still holding his hands behind his back, looking at the first rays of sunshine of this new day calmly, not knowing that he was about to be pierced by this sword.

Shang Tiandao's flying sword was about to stab into Jiang Feng's body from behind, piercing his heart.

Getting closer, getting closer...... It had already been attached to Jiang Feng's skin, but it suddenly stopped.

Sticking to Jiang Feng's flesh and skin, it was frozen there.

The cold and endless ridicule voice just now sounded again, and said in a deep voice: Good boy, it seems that you have not only obtained the true inheritance of Sword Thirty, but also learned his virtue of not messing up, it is really disgusting.

Then, the tone suddenly changed.

The murderous aura that could have frozen the sunlight suddenly disappeared, and the long sword fixed on the flesh wound on Jiang Feng's back let out a dragon groan, fell down, and plunged into the dirt.

The tone of the voice softened, and began to become cordial and soft, and with the joy of cynicism and the reunion of old friends, it said loudly:

Ha, old friend, after years of no see, you are finally here.

Jiang Feng still put his hands behind his back, standing there silently, bathing in the first rays of sunlight in the early winter morning, and said slowly:

If you think it's fun to hide in that turtle-like coffin of stars, just hide inside, hmph, I really didn't expect that the dashing and merry Third Young Master Shang is actually a person who likes to hide in turtle shells.

The voice also laughed and said loudly: Oh, I haven't seen you for many years, the original gangster in the rivers and lakes, known as the Jiang boy who is a fart, after becoming the fast son-in-law of Chenglong in Fujia Villa, not only has his identity changed, but his temper has also grown, and he has always turned his back to others.

Do you think that everyone else is filthy and can't enter your eyes, or do you twist your neck and can't turn around, that's called a pretend?

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the coffin of the stars that had originally sealed the Shang Tian Sword suddenly trembled slightly, like the creaking sound of the wind blowing the tree trunk in the cold night.

The coffin of the stars, which was as silent as Mount Tai, seemed to be controlled by some invisible force, and was being manipulated from the inside by an invisible hand.

Immediately after, it was like the ice that had not melted for thousands of years in the far north was suddenly hit by a 10,000-ton giant ship, and a crack suddenly appeared at the top.

And this crack continued to expand, beginning to spread and spread and spread throughout the coffin of the stars......

In the blink of an eye, the coffin of the stars was covered with cracks of all sizes, like glass that had been smashed into it with a punch.

However, the heavy punch was not struck from the outside, but from the inside.

Finally, all of a sudden, it shattered.

It's like stars crashing into each other and shattering together.

The crumbs of the stars scattered one after another, and in the blink of an eye they melted into the rising sun's rays, leaving no trace.

Then, I saw the dashing Shang Tiandao standing in front of Jiang Feng, and there was no longer the unbeatable arrogance of the Sword God of the Hidden Sword Pavilion on the Buried Sword Island, but there was a trace of playfulness and stubbornness, like a child.

The long red scar that stretches from the left forehead to the corners of the mouth across the face is more like a mischievous naughty prank.

Where is there still the appearance of a swordsman from the Burial Sword Island.

I saw an unserious Shang Tiandao walking straight in front of Jiang Feng, putting his arm on Jiang Feng's shoulder, like a good buddy and brother, and said with a grin:

Hey, good brother, old friend, we meet again, how are you?

Jiang Feng stopped, looked at him with slanted eyes, and said in a deep voice: First I lost my good brother who grew up together, and now, my only son is also half dead, do you say I'm okay?

Shang Tiandao shook his finger at him, and kept saying: Alas, boring, boring, I said boy, since I was a child, I found that you are the most boring among our brothers.

Let's take it as an example when I was a child, I, Hong Hui, Ning Shouxin, you, among our friends, are the first to mature, and you know the most in terms of women.

However, when we get together to talk about women, you like to pretend to be serious there, hmph, I don't know you yet.

On the surface, I despise us for discussing women, and think that we are superficial and have no connotation, but secretly I don't know how many times I have peeked at other people's big girls taking baths.

Hmph, after peeking it out, I deliberately pretended to be righteous and awe-inspiring and shouted our names at the big girl, pretending to be reprimanding us, think about how despicable you were at that time,

If you let people know that Jiang Feng, the owner of the now dignified Fujia Villa, was such a virtuous person when he was a child, what would people think of you?