"Wife, we are all old."

Wang Chong's voice was not loud, but it sounded deafening to Ye Jingjing.

In my mind, scenes about the past pass by like a light.

"Sister, sister is dead."

Ye Jingjing grabbed Wang Chong's shoulder and cried.

Suddenly, she covered her heart and felt uncomfortable on her face.

"My heart...my heart suddenly hurts!"

"Jingjing!"

Wang Chong hurriedly wanted to call a doctor, but it was too late.

Ye Jingjing slowly leaned back, with a look of pain on her face.

She was afraid of pain. After being with Ye Jingjing, Wang Chong knew this girl very well.

Ye Jingjing left, she left in a hurry, and she left without even leaving a word.

"Jingjing, go all the way... well."

Ye Jingjing's death instantly made the whole world excited.

Nowadays, Wang Chong's family is not only a symbol of the royal family of Great China, but also the object of respect and worship by people around the world.

But now, Ye Jingjing is gone.

"Woooooo, Jingjing is gone."

Ni Xiaoqin, who knew the news, cried into tears.

Wang Chong could only comfort him: "Stop crying, Ye Jingjing is a happy and happy mourning, and she died of her life."

Although Wang Chong comforted him for a long time, the heartbroken Ni Xiaoqin aging faster. A month later, Ni Xiaoqin passed away late one night.

"Woooo, mom, mom..."

Ni Xiaoqin's two sons rushed to the edge of the bed.

"Get out of here, crying, what kind of morality?" Wang Chong shouted suddenly.

Wang Chong's children are most afraid of since childhood. Wang Chong's children are the ones who are most afraid of Wang Chong when they are scolded like this.

"Let's have funerals." Wang Chong said, touching Ni Xiaoqin's cold hands.

In fact, he felt so good. Ni Xiaoqin left in a hurry and didn't even leave a last word.

The funeral was completed, and Wang Chong, who had no wife, lived a secluded life.

But in terms of cultivation, he did not fall for a moment.

This year, Wang Chong was finally 145 years old. Now he is very old and has a little hunched back. He is considered a real old man.

"Xiaoqin, Jingjing, I'm here to see you."

Wang Chong walked to the cemetery and sat on the ground: "You are below, how are you doing."

In fact, Wang Chong himself didn’t know where he would go after his death, but since there are ghosts in this world, there should be reincarnation, right?

"Jingjing, we all have granddaughters. The granddaughter is Qin Jing, and you have Jing's name, which is very cute."

Photo of Wang Chong holding a big head in his hand.

As he was talking, suddenly, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and a golden light appeared.

Wang Chong frowned and looked up quickly.

He remembered that on the day of the disaster, the same was true in the sky, and a light appeared.

Afterwards, the lights were scattered all over the world, and magical exchange points appeared.

Now, this wonderful scene has appeared again.

But the difference this time is that this light did not form a huge crack, but instead walked out a black dot inside.

This black dot is getting bigger and bigger, and eventually turns into a stream of light.

"Hmm? This is..."

Wang Chong became more and more frightened as he noticed that this stream of light was coming towards him.

Then, the light in the sky gradually dissipated and the sky returned to its original sunny appearance.

Although such a strange scene made people very strange, no one cared about this scene because nothing happened.

"Hello."

Suddenly, a greeting came from behind.

This voice is gentle and comfortable to hear.

Subconsciously, Wang Chong turned his head and looked at it. Behind him was an old man with a cane, smiling gently at this moment.

This place is strictly prohibited from entering, so Wang Chong was very surprised, why was this person here?

"Who are you?" Wang Chong looked at the old man.

He suddenly realized that the old man had an inexplicable temperament, and he couldn't see through him when he saw him.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are?"

The old man smiled.

Wang Chong suddenly smiled. As the leader of the Great China, there are still people who don’t know him.

Wang Chong was almost certain that this person was not simple.

"I am a passerby." Wang Chong said.

"Then I am the owner of this place. I wonder what it is worth to be a passerby here." The old man gently stroked his gray beard and said lightly.

“Come and do something.”

"Well, when will you leave?"

"I died and almost left." Wang Chong looked at the old man: "I don't know you."

“Many people don’t know me.”

"As the master, why don't you protect the people here?" Wang Chong asked. From the old man's words, Wang Chong seemed to have some understanding of the identity of this old man.

"I have protected it." The old man said, looking at the white light in the distance.

Wang Chong looked over and felt a change in his heart. That place was a exchange point.

"The fight between the two people below makes people feel troubled. Hey... Since you say you'll leave when you die, then it's okay, I'll leave first."

The old man walked slowly with a cane.

Looking at his back, Wang Chong suddenly understood, but to be honest, he was not sure whether these were true or not.

"Don't care."

Wang Chong shook his head. He was just a passerby, just as he said. Here, the only person he cared about had left, and other things had nothing to do with him.

The next year, Wang Chong was so old that he could hardly walk.

This is not surprising.

In this life, my body's talent was not high, so my cultivation was not as strong as that of Xianshan at that time, so my life span was not strong.

"I'm not long after my life."

Wang Chong lay on the hospital bed, looked at the two sons and a daughter next to him, and sighed softly.

"Dad, Dad..."

The three children cried into tears.

"Stop crying, Wang Jianguo, as my eldest son, you are so old, and the country will give it to you in the future. Don't let me down."

"Dad, don't worry."

"Well, remember, you will be the best if you endure hardships. Dad is gone..."

Wang Chong didn't say much about these children.

It's very simple. When the children were young, they were busy with state affairs and did not take care of them for long. They were basically done by their wives and servants.

Even Wang Chong didn't know much about the personalities of his children.

So Wang Chong had nothing to give to his children.

"Dad, wuwuwu..."

All the crying sounds of children remained in my ears.

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Mission role: Gamer Wang Yan.
To be continued...