"Young Master, you are back, you are really back... I beg you every day. If I could exchange my cheap life for you, I would be fine."

Chen Fugui sobbed excitedly, his voice intermittently, his heart was undulating, and he was so happy that he was a little helpless.

"What nonsense is that you are never a bad life. If you follow the young master in the future, who in this world dares to say that your life is cheap!"

Chen Kuang raised his sleeve and wiped the tears from Chen Fugui's face, saying, "I'm really back and I will never leave again."

"Well, as long as the young master comes back."

Chen Fugui cried with joy. It was not important for his own bad life, as long as the young master came back.

"Fugui, are there customers at home..."

A gentle and kind voice came from behind Chen Kuang.

Such a sound fell into his ears, and Chen Kuang's heart trembled violently.

Before seeing anyone, Chen Kuang could no longer help but his eyes began to blur.

"Madam, look at it quickly and see who is back."

Chen Fugui rushed over excitedly, dancing happily.

Chen Kuang slowly turned around and a kind woman dressed in plain clothes came into her eyes.

The woman's face was haggard and thin. She was only over thirty years old and there were traces of wind and sun on her face, but it was not difficult to see that she must have been a great beauty when she was young.

The woman looked up at Chen Kuang, and suddenly she didn't recognize her immediately.

Although it has only been six years, Chen Kuang has experienced too much in the sixth heaven during these six years.

Although he had amazing cultivation at a young age, Chen Kuang's appearance has always been as if he was eighteen or nineteen years old.

But Chen Kuang's invisible complex temperament is far from the feeling that his peers should have.

"Who is back..."

Suddenly, the woman's eyes trembled violently, and her words stopped abruptly at the edge of her mouth, and her breathing became rapid.

Chen Fugui arrived at the woman and said happily: "Madam, take a look, who is back?"

"Mom, it's the child who is back."

Chen Kuang walked over step by step, his voice choked.

But at this moment, every step Chen Kuang walked out, as if he had a thousand pounds of force under his feet and could not take a step. His eyes could no longer control him, and he was wet and hazy.

Who else can this woman in front of me besides the mother I missed for the past six hundred years?

"You are my crazy guy?"

Gu Xian was incredible. The young man in front of him, his familiar voice, his familiar face, and his familiar eyes...

Gu Xianshi sat in a wheelchair and wanted to stand up, but her legs were out of control.

Chen Kuang then noticed that his mother was sitting in a wheelchair. He felt panic and rushed forward with a quick step. He squatted in front of the wheelchair before Chen Fugui reached out and raised his eyes to his mother.

Gu Xian raised his slightly rough palm and slowly landed on Chen Kuang's face. He felt the fresh temperature, and could no longer control it. Tears slid down his cheeks in the wet eyes.

"You are back, it's really my crazy guy who is back!"

With tears flowing down his face, Gu Xian could no longer hold on to herself. He held the face in front of him, for fear that another dream would disappear.

"Mom, I'm really back."

Chen Kuang nodded and kept nodding.

"I'm back, my crazy guy is really back, I must be hungry."

After a while, Gu Xian calmed down a little, wiped the tears on her face, suppressed the tears in her eyes and did not roll down. Without any extra words, she looked up and said to Chen Fugui: "Fugui, take the young master back to the room first, I'll cook a bowl of noodles for the young master to eat."

My son is back, really is back.

Since childhood, my son likes to eat noodles the most.

Six years of waiting for the night.

For six years, I secretly cried and asked God to bless my son with safety and safety.

For six years, I have been thinking about what would happen if my son suddenly came back one day.

But when he really saw his son, Gu Xian didn't know what to say.

I just want to think about whether my son is hungry.

"Mom, I'm not hungry, not hungry at all."

Chen Kuang held his mother and smiled.

Over the past six years, my mother has become too haggard and has begun to look old when she is less than 40 years old.

But Chen Kuang didn't know that this was because his mother missed and worried about herself for the past six years.

"I'm really not Eme. Look at you, you've lost so much weight. You must have endured hardships outside."

Gu Xian's eyes were red, and it was still hard to imagine that her son was really back.

"Mom, the child is unfilial, you are worried!"

Chen Kuang could no longer hold back, and his eyes were blurred, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

One foot and three inches of infant, ten years of hard work.

I love my son endlessly, and I am happy to return home.

When I met, I felt sorry for my thinness and asked me about my hard work.

He hesitates and feels ashamed of the Son of Man, his heart is like a cut by thousands of swords.

No one knows the sixth heaven.

Once a great sect and holy land joined forces to kill the gods, and their troops were at the city!

There was an alliance between aristocratic families and millions of troops were overwhelming!

An evil demon once set up an eternal killing formation!

There was once an ancient clan who threatened to suppress it at all costs!

Chen Kuang stood up with his head held high: "Which big sect dares to block my way, kill it, and if any aristocratic family blocks my way, just flatten it!"

How many ancient families that are scattered across the world have always been flattened!

How many great tribes that stand tall for the times will never fall, and they will be killed by blood if they dare to invade!

But now, the God of Killing kowtowed, kneeling in front of his mother, his heart was cut like a knife.

"You kid, get up quickly, it's good if you come back, it's good if you come back."

Gu Xian pulled Chen Kuang up, excited and happy, unable to describe.

"Mom, your legs...?"

Chen Kuang frowned. Although his mother had lost all her cultivation, she was in good health. Why did her mother sit in a wheelchair now?

"Young Master, Madam..."

Chen Fugui wanted to say something, but Gu Xian gave a wink.

Gu Xian interrupted Chen Fugui and said to Chen Kuang: "I am old and my mother's legs are nothing big. Just come back. God shows up. The ancestors of the Chen family are blessed. When you look back, you must burn incense and fulfill your wishes. Don't stand outside, go into the house first."

Chen Kuang's eyes moved, and he had doubts in his heart. His mother was unwilling to say that, even if there was even more problematic.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, at this moment, the gate of the courtyard was kicked open with a savage.

A line of fierce men broke in, surrounded by a bald old man with cold eyebrows.

"Bang bang bang..."

A group of people who were vicious and vicious broke in and smashed them everywhere.

"What are you going to do? Stop, stop."

Chen Fugui shouted and rushed up. The flowers and plants were planted by his wife himself, and they were things that his wife liked.

What is drying in the yard is also useful at home.

"Get away!"

A ferocious man raised his feet and kicked Chen Fugui away.

"Fugui... Kuang'er, go in first."
Chapter completed!