This made him almost crazy with jealousy.

"It's you..."

"You're a shameless, ugly piece of trash. You dug my grave and stole my immortal bones. You learned my Taoist skills but didn't follow the right path. You're a shameful, stupid piece of shit. Please return it to me immediately."

Save him from wasting his energy looking everywhere.

Taoist Master Xuanfang was almost suffocated by the scolding. He felt that even a tiny bit of his soul was about to be shaken away. His soul was trembling. He had no idea what he was talking about.

"I have no idea."

The Patriarch was very impatient: "Where did you learn the ability to exorcise ghosts from Feng Shui? Remember it! If you can't remember it anymore, I'm going to do it so you can remember it well."

Mentioning the skills he had learned, Taoist Master Xuanfang suddenly realized it.

The skills he acquired and learned when he went to rob tombs were all learned from those books.

There is indeed a crystal coffin in that tomb.

"That crystal coffin sank in the deep lake next to the gym. I didn't know it would offend you!"

"You are a piece of rubbish. You have really tarnished the Taoist sect. You should have cleaned it up long ago."

The Patriarch slashed the soul that had only a trace left.

After getting the answer, I was about to sneak away.

Then he saw the bed move, and he seemed to be held by an invisible pair of hands.

His soul instantly froze there.

Su Cen opened his eyes, stared into the void, half-smiling but not smiling: "Master, you are finally willing to come back."

Grandmaster did not move.

Su Cen hummed: "Are you still unwilling to pay attention to me?"

Grandmaster: "..."

Play dead.

"Have you done anything sorry for me all these years before you have the face to face me?" Su Cen held his head and asked slowly.

The Patriarch shouted angrily: "Nonsense."

Su Cen curled his lips, you can finally stop hiding yourself: "Have you had enough of wandering outside for so many years?"

"What do you mean by lang? I have business to do, okay?" Grandmaster was not happy.

Su Cen asked quietly: "Have you finished the business?"

"You little girl, you are getting better and better, and you are now taking care of the Grandmaster's affairs."

Su Cen muttered: "Who makes you so unreliable?"

"You worry-free one."ωωw..net

Su Cen's eyes were bright: "Master, for so many years, I have forgotten what you look like. Let me see if you are old."

Grandmaster Arrogant: "How can I grow old?"

"Then let me take a closer look and see if you are any different from before."

Su Cen grabbed him, closed his eyes, and quickly fell into meditation.

She saw dots of light, and after the light dots, she saw a vast expanse of white.

The Patriarch was dressed in white as in the memory, as if an immortal had descended and was carrying her on his back.

"Why don't you dare to see me?" Su Cen was dissatisfied.

She was about to go around when his sleeves brushed past her eyes.

A pair of cold hands covered her eyes, and the familiar embrace was not as warm as she remembered, leaving only the biting coldness.

Su Cen shuddered: "It's so cold!"

The chill was gradually replaced by warmth.

Su Cen blinked and called out a long-lost name: "Mo Heng."

He was patted on the head and said: "Call the ancestor by his first name, no matter how big or small he is."

Su Cen grabbed his sleeve, feeling inexplicably relieved, and his eyelids moved slightly: "You ask yourself the hell, do you look like the ancestor?"

He was still hiding him at this point, so why didn't he let her see what he looked like?

Grandmaster just froze there, patting her back gently like he did when he was a child: "You have been through three lives, why are you still acting like a child?"
Chapter completed!