Chapter 592： Fourth child is not easy

Chapter 592 The fourth child is not simple

In this village, since Changsheng was born, it seems that luck has changed.

Whether it is various biddings in the city or funding from various parties, it seems to have entered the public eye all of a sudden.

"Strange, it's not like I haven't seen the development bidding of this place before. Every time I saw it, I skipped it. Looking at it now, I seem to be blind." Someone silently won the development here, and couldn't help being angry Curse yourself for being blind before.

How did they know that this place was reserved for Yan Yan's confinement. That would be like her back garden.

The villages are being developed more and more. At this time, Bai Yi ran all the way with a sullen face, only feeling that his face was pale.

Many people only saw the afterimage passing by, and a gust of wind blew by their ears, as if they couldn't see anything clearly.

Zhou Jin was sitting cross-legged in the room at this time, stroking his beating heart, and suddenly felt that he could live another hundred years...

It feels like being surrounded by vitality. Warm and extremely rich vitality.

Zhou Jin stroked his chest, and the face of the Patriarch flashed in his mind. Biting her thin lips lightly, she tried her best to control her emotions of going to him.

The old man in black outside the door felt a sudden strong heartbeat, and he froze in place. His hands trembled, and his lips trembled uncontrollably.

"God bless the Zhou family, God bless the Zhou family... Tomorrow is finally ushering in my Zhou family." The old man in black burst into tears. Even after watching the young people of the Zhou family leave one by one for so many years, he has never shed tears.

Now I can't help it anymore.

The Zhou family is a huge family, but every generation is destined to die early. No matter what, you can't avoid it.

Even if they don't get along with the other families, they don't want to see the younger generations of the Zhou family die one by one.

It is probably the saddest thing in the world for a white-haired person to send a black-haired person.

Zhou Wang is now seventy years old, he doesn't care how long he lives, but he wants to see the Zhou family usher in a new life with his own eyes.

The Zhou family finally got rid of the fate of early death.

The old man in black left a letter for Zhou Jin, and after finishing writing, he burned three sticks of incense to the ancestors of the Zhou family.

"Finally, I can feel at ease. I live up to the trust of my ancestors, and my Zhou family can live their own lives." Fate is my own, and no one else can control it.

The old man in black turned around and went out the door, heading towards the direction of the white clothes.

At this time, Bai Yi went all the way into the forest, avoiding wolves, tigers and leopards on the way.

That gloomy atmosphere makes people extremely uncomfortable.

The white clothes went all the way to the top of the mountain, and the feeling of being stripped of vitality faded a bit.

The clouds above his head seemed to be sucking him in.

Bai Yi had already vomited several mouthfuls of blood, and at this moment his whole body was filled with a bit of dead air.

All those vitality were stripped from him.

"In the end, who is it! He has such a great ability to regain his vitality without anyone noticing!"

How did he know that he deprived Changsheng of several opportunities to be a human being, and now he still wants to cut off his rations. Isn't it just a matter of new and old grudges now? !

Sitting cross-legged in white clothes, his lifespan is only a few years now, and his vitality is suddenly severely damaged.

Zhou Wang followed his breath and chased after him. Fortunately, he had seen Changsheng a few times, so he could pass through the forest smoothly with some breath on his body.

"Patriarch." Zhou Wang knelt in front of him.

Bai Yi closed his eyes slightly and didn't even open them.

"Now, how can I still be the head of your family!" Bai Yi chuckled, Zhou Wang is seventy years old, and his life expectancy is only three or four years.

At this time, a lot has been added.

Zhou Wang didn't speak.

"How old was I when I first followed you. I have served you for sixty years, and these things cannot be changed." Zhou Wang sighed.

He felt that he hated the head of the family, and the Zhou family suffered countless deaths and injuries because of him. It has been his slavery for thousands of years.

But he also understands that if it weren't for him, the Zhou family might not be able to pass on to this day.

Bai Yi smiled and said nothing.

A head of long black hair, white hair just like that.

Black hair mixed with white hair, extremely conspicuous.

Zhou Wang's eye sockets are slightly hot.

He has been with Bai Yi for so many years, he hates him, is grateful to him, and cannot leave him.

"Patriarch, please take the old slave Yushou. The old slave knows that the master can't take it away by force, but he can accept voluntary sacrifice." Looking at his white hair, Zhou Wang felt no less pain in his heart.

He followed the Patriarch since he was a child, but the Patriarch was lonely, and no one had entered his heart for decades. Alone in this life alone.

In the endless life, he will always be alone.

"You don't blame me anymore? When your son died, you knelt in front of me and begged for my life. Now you want to leave your life to me...don't take revenge?" The blood at the corner of Bai Yi's mouth looked extremely strange.

Zhou Wang pursed his lips.

"The old slave knows that even if the Patriarch doesn't take it, his life won't survive." Zhou Wang smiled with a pale face.

Sent so many juniors away, what else can shake his heart now?

"The old slave is willing to follow the master." Zhou Wang closed his eyes.

Bai Yi looked at him indifferently, too many people had served him. But Zhou Wang was the longest among them, and the only one who lived to be seventy years old.

Thinking about it, it seems that the child who was less than his waist height was still the same as yesterday.

Master slave, not just slave.

Bai Yi sighed.

"I owe you!"

Placing one hand on the top of his head, Zhou Wang turned into a pile of bones in an instant.

When the wind blows, it disappears.

Bai Yi's pale face turned rosy, but the white hair was irreversible.

With a wave of his hand in white, a beam of white light penetrated into Zhou Wang's wandering soul.

"Have a good pregnancy." Bai Yi said softly, everything is doomed.

When he staggered to his feet, his vitality stabilized. But after a rough estimate, it is only seven or eight years.

Zhou Wang himself still has a few years, but the backlash against the white clothes just now gave Zhou Wang a few more years.

"It's really capsized in the gutter! Keep going, I can always find you and settle the account!" Bai Yi looked up at the sky, his eyes full of anger.

Zhou Yanci sneezed and tucked the child's quilt tighter.

She took back the fate of the Zhou family, but she wasn't that capable of injuring him. I always feel that something is wrong.

It seems to be pushed by someone.

As soon as Xie Daiqi entered the door, Chang Sheng opened his eyes.

Xie Daiqi looked at each other inadvertently, and was slightly stunned for a day.

"Come, come, dad's fourth child, dad hugs..." He smiled and wanted to reach out to take the child.

Who would have thought that Changsheng’s little baby would just roll his eyes, pout his lips and crawl into his mother’s arms.

One hand was still tightly clutching her mother's hair, clenched tightly and refused to let go.

Xie Daiqi's face twitched, "I can't hug you anymore? I'm going to hug you once today!" Xie Daiqi also twisted, and directly fished the child over.

This child has delicate features, red lips and white teeth, and the fragrance of milk all over his body. But those pupils were round, clear and pure. The immature eyebrows are not angry and prestige, and the occasional look of expression makes people feel a little awed.

It seems to use these eyes to see everything in the world and feel everything in the world for yourself.

(end of this chapter)