Gu Yuanhui, the former God of War, is now the most humble son-in-law of the Shen family. Fetching tea and water, washing and cooking, being pointed at by her mother-in-law Zhou Guilan and scolding her as a useless person, and being used as a servant by her sister-in-law Shen Nianci. His wife Shen Qingdai watched with cold eyes, but his five-year-old daughter Shen Xiaobao quietly gave him a candy. "Dad, don't cry, Xiaobao will protect you." At that moment, he could hardly suppress the blood of the ancient God of War boiling in his body - the deeper he endured, the more intense the explosion. In the era of the decline of ancient martial arts, once the power of the martial arts ceiling is exposed, all practitioners within ten miles will feel the pressure of the God of War. At that time, various forces will pursue her, her daughter will be coveted, and her old troops will flock to her... The chess game that has been dormant for three years will collapse prematurely. Until Shen Wanjin personally pushed Xiaobao onto the sacrificial altar in order to cling to the family. "Where is the Dharma Protector!" With this order, the color of the world changed. The four guardians came through the air, and the thirteen Taibao knelt down to listen to the order. The war cry of millions of iron troops was heard from thousands of miles away. The mother-in-law was paralyzed with fear, and the sister-in-law was dumbfounded. Shen Qingdai stretched out her hand tremblingly, but she only saw the man picking up her daughter and looking back with a smile: "My tolerance is only for her smile. You are not worthy."
The night was as dark as ink, and the ever-burning lamp in the ancestral hall had only the last flame left.
Lin Fan knelt on the cold floor tiles, without even a futon under his knees. The cold air came out of the cracks in the white marble slabs, like countless thin needles, climbing up the kneecap, piercing into the hips, waist, and spine, and finally forming a soreness at the old injury on the shoulder blade.
I have been kneeling for four hours.
He took a deep breath, and there was a slight friction sound in his chest - it was the hidden wounds left in the northern border three years ago.
