Doomsday Sanctuary

Shi Dexing stared, "How can this work..."

"Okay! Let him call Xiao Di!" Luo Hongyuan, who had tears in his eyes just now, had a strange expression on his face to stop Di Ping. "Anyway, some people think about the law and want to call my uncle. Why are you stopping? ?"

"You who are named Luo are itchy, right?" When Shi Dexing heard Lao Luo's words, he immediately stared at Lao Luo and said with a black face: "If you want to practice, let Brother teach you how to be a man. .... "As I said, I prepared to roll my sleeves.

"Who are you going to teach to be a man, come and show me..." Suddenly a majestic voice sounded.

"Hehe! No... I didn't teach anyone!" Shi Dexing's original movement of rolling up his sleeves froze, his face turned from cloudy to clear, and he turned his head back with a dry smile and said, "Father, I'm having fun with Hongyuan. ?"

"Shameful!" It was Shi Suan who made the sound. He glared at his son with a stern face, "Stand aside, regardless of the occasion, make a fool of..."

"Oh!" Shi Dexing's head shrank, angrily and his son Xingtie hid on the side of the wall.

Di Ping looked at this family for three generations, and found it very interesting. This thing is reduced to one thing, and one generation is afraid of one generation. Just now, Shi Dexing was still majestic.

After Shi Suan scolded his son, he looked at Di Ping with a smile and folded his fists: "Mr. Di, I'm causing you trouble." After that, he glared at Shi Dexing and his son, and then solemnly said, "These two If the kid is not obedient, you can just beat me up without giving me face..."

Di Ping smiled slightly, "Uncle Wu is polite, there is nothing to trouble you, just do it casually." After finishing speaking, he glanced at the two father and son who were anxious and said seriously, "Uncle Dexing and Brother Xingtie are straightforward, trust us Will get along well..."

"Mr. Di has the opportunity to ask for advice again..." At this time, Xing Chi stepped forward, and stood in front of Di Ping one by one.

"Haha! Master Xingzhi, I am always waiting in Zhongzhou!"

Di Ping knew that Xing Chi was still not convinced or angry, and smiled at him with a fist.

Then a group of people came forward and they greeted for a while. Di Ping raised his head and looked at the sky, his expression straightened, and he clasped his fists in a salute to everyone: "Uncle, seniors, it's late, we have to set off, and hope to see you again later. Up..."

Hearing that, the old uncle sighed lightly, "Okay! The world is full of feasts!" He clasped his hands and fisted, "Little friends have a good journey...", his eyes were indeed on Luo Hongyuan's family, and Shi Dexing, father and son, and Di Ping and the others swept over them. , Complex eyes.

"Everyone, please stay!" Di Ping once again held his fist to stop everyone from sending him off, and then said to his old uncle with respect, "Farewell, old uncle and junior, please take care of your health."

"Go! Go!" The old uncle smiled and waved his hand.

At this time, the ancestral hall square was full of people. Everyone in the basic blacksmith village walked out. Watching this scene, Di Ping took the lead, walking all the way to the cave, until the group disappeared in the passage, and everyone looked back. And everyone in the square looked complicated and silent.

The old uncle's gaze has been fixed in the direction where the group of people left. As calm as a stone monument, the whole person has a kind of indescribable depression.

The old man, who was originally gray-haired, looked even older now, swaying slightly in the morning cold wind, and it seemed that he could no longer stand.

"Uncle, it's cold outside, shall we go in?" Shi Suli walked two steps quickly to support her old uncle, looking worried.

"Hey!" The old uncle sighed, glanced at the people present, and said in a deep voice: "It's all gone! Are you gone?" After speaking, with the support of Shi Suli, he slowly walked towards the ancestral hall.