Chapter 77: The Old Father’s Sense of Deja Vu
After completely integrating with the dark body, Lin Xiuer exudes an extreme sense of mystery.
"Is this still my disciple...?"
Shangguan Yujian swallowed hard as he looked at Lin Xiuer, who was wearing a long embroidered hat that was wide in the front and narrow in the back, with her veil gently shaking. She was wearing a windbreaker made of several layers of long, flowing gauze that was as thin as a cicada's wing, and a short skirt with black lace rose trim.
Although he didn't quite understand his master's aesthetic, he was sure of one thing: from this moment on, Lin Xiu'er had entered the ranks of top talents!
Even far beyond the ranks of geniuses!
“Hmm!”
Han Feng walked out of the room, stretching lazily, and took a step forward to cover several hundred meters before arriving in front of Shangguan Yujian.
"Xiu'er, why don't you thank the master quickly and help you rebuild your foundation!"
"Thank you, Master!"
Lin Xiuer knelt on one knee without any hesitation, and a clear voice full of gratitude and admiration rang out.
"Alright, alright, go consolidate your skills. You are now a little genius who has awakened your dark body. Although your cultivation has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, it is just that in the eyes of the rulers of this world. You must become a strong man as soon as possible so that you can control your own destiny."
"Go ahead!"
"Yes!" Lin Xiu'er stood up, bowed again, and retreated with Fan'er.
"Master, did you give the Dark Body to Xiu'er?"
After the former went out, Shangguan Yujian finally couldn't help the shock in his heart and asked hurriedly.
"Yeah, what's the problem?"
Han Feng glanced at Shangguan Yujian casually, and suddenly a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Master, Master, you..."
Seeing that strange smile, Shangguan Yujian's heart suddenly trembled, and a sense of foreboding came to his mind.
Han Feng tried his best to look amiable, and walked over with a smile, "Yu Jian, Master, I just remembered that I forgot a very important question."
"Oh, what's the problem?"
Shangguan Yujian instinctively felt that something was wrong, but when he heard Han Feng emphasize "very important", he couldn't help but straighten his face and spoke seriously.
"Let's just say, you have a son now, and you have held a wedding, right? Does that mean you owe me, your master, a banquet?"
"I know you don't want to talk about your wife, so why don't you tell me a little bit about your wedding?"
Han Feng approached with a gossipy look on his face.
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Master, I didn’t expect you to be such a person.
Shangguan Yujian was silent for a long time, his face became more and more ugly, and finally he sighed: "I didn't have a wedding."
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"Um?"
Han Feng frowned: "You didn't hold a wedding, so tell me why you didn't hold a wedding? With your qualifications and talents, even if I disappeared at that time, those guys shouldn't dare to attack you directly. What happened?"
Shangguan Yujian fell silent.
Seeing this, Han Feng sighed, walked forward with his hands behind his back, and looked into the depths of the Sword Pavilion. A thunderous voice rang in Shangguan Yujian's ears: "In fact, the woman in the depths of the Sword Pavilion is Fan'er's mother, right?"
Shangguan Yujian was shocked, and his gaze towards Hanfeng suddenly became unsteady. The next second, his eyes turned red from crying, and they fell down as he threw himself into Hanfeng's arms.
This scene made Han Feng feel a little emotional.
No matter how long it has been, once his disciples have been wronged, they will always throw themselves into his warm arms, crying and telling him about the injustice they have suffered.
Although they have grown up and become powerful people with the passage of time, they are always like children in front of him.
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What's with this old father's sense of déjà vu?
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