Bug Master In Doomsday

"Uncle Master laughed, this is the dog like a dragon!" Cang Qing smirked, and beckoned to Cang Rulong who was still standing in the hall stupidly, "I don't want to roll over to see the ancestor!"

Cang Qing looked at the look of his son stupefied, and couldn't help being angry again, but after thinking about it, he turned into a sorrow. He sighed in his heart, and his tone became calm, even a little bit hateful. Iron and steel said: "The ancestor has just left the pass, don't you go and serve the ancestor a cup of hot tea to moisturize your throat?"

"Uh...good!" Cang Rulong immediately agreed after returning to his senses. He still couldn't help but watched falling from the sky, Penglai, who looked like a fairy wind road, and felt an indescribable taste in his heart...

When Cang Rulong went down, only Penglai and Cangqing were left in the huge courtyard. The two stood opposite each other. There was no word for a few moments. The calm atmosphere was broken by Penglai, who was holding the floating dust, and he quietly looked at it. After Cang Qing's eyes, a pair of deep and surprising eyes flashed with a few unexplained expressions, which seemed to be reminiscing and thinking...

"Speaking of...this year is your father's forty years?" Penglai held the wooden handle of floating dust in one hand, and the white dust like a waterfall fell on his other arm, his left index finger was invisible. After rubbing the wooden handle a few times, for the first time, his sophisticated and steady heart fluctuates slightly.

Hearing this, Cang Qing nodded earnestly, "Yes, it has been forty years since my father passed away this year. In another one and a half months, it will be my father's memorial day."

"Well! The sun and the moon are like shuttles, and the time is like arrows. I haven't thought of any changes in the world for decades. Only when I think of your father, I will count the days..." There was a touch of nostalgia on the angry face, and the look of self-blame hidden in his eyes flashed away.

"Tea is here!" Cang Rulong appeared with a tray just when the two were about to talk to each other, and the three or five elders behind him also crouched and walked out in an extremely respectful appearance.

They kneeled outside the door threshold of the hall like a god, and gave Penglai a three-kneed and nine-knock gift as if a slave saw the master. One of the leading elders knelt up with joy and raised his head, his eyes staring brightly. The ancestor of Penglai said: "Welcome the ancestor to leave the customs, this is a great event for my Canglangmen, a great event!"

"God bless my Canglangmen, the ancestors stepped through that level. I am afraid that only the royal family can keep pace with us on this vast continent!"

The flattering words of several elders said that each match was beautiful, but the ancestor Penglai did not have the slightest wave on his face, he was still smiling slightly, and slightly squinted. The corners of Penglai's ancestor's mouth have only become wider.

He shook the dust, smiled and looked at the kneeling elders, and the first words he spoke made everyone's hearts tense, and the few leading them couldn't help but panic.

"My beloved disciple Canghai died in another world. This is because he was not good at learning skills and had bad luck. Although he died, I was sad but helpless, but I asked Penglai for revenge. Why are you all unwilling to give me face?! "

After Penglai finished speaking, those deep old eyes stared at the group of elders as if they were shining. How could he not know the sordidness in these sects? Speaking of such scandals on the table, they should know what they mean, right? !