I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Without the netizen's knowledge, Doctor Chen contacted Yan Jiu privately.

The moment Yan Jiu replied.

Doctor Chen repeated Yan Jiu's reply word by word: "Grandpa, she said that we are welcome to visit, and she also said that it would be better if she came to visit us."

Old Chinese doctor Chen shook his head frantically. Since ancient times, only the wrongdoers kneel and plead guilty.

He leaned on the table to get up.

But due to exhaustion, he fell down and sat down.

Dr. Chen Xiao hurriedly put down his cell phone, and flew to the old doctor Chen, with a worried expression on his face.

Old Chinese doctor Chen waved to help, stubborn like a child: "Are you secretly practicing those spells that only harm others and yourself?"

Doctor Chen lowered his head to listen to the training.

His subconscious reaction exposed the fact that he was secretly practicing the Chen family's techniques, so it was understandable to be trained.

He was just puzzled.

What kind of fault was it that caused his grandfather to retire from the position of Patriarch, caused his grandfather to sever ties with his parents, and made his grandfather feel so guilty for more than ten years that he resisted and disliked Warlock from the bottom of his heart.

Even he can't learn the Chen family's art.

Just be an ordinary doctor.

Old Chinese medicine doctor Chen lit the old smoker, and the white smoke slowly rising outlined the heaviness in his heart.

Why doesn't he want to be drunk in the present, forget the past, and why doesn't he want to wave his XZ and stand in the sun.

But he can't.

As the saying goes: Father's debt is paid by son.

And vice versa.

Stripping away the memories, it was a bloody fact, the fact that their Chen family was sorry for the son of luck.

Old Chinese doctor Chen closed his eyes: "Mo Han, I changed your name to Mo Han in the hope that God will not be chilled, and not chilled by the unforgivable mistakes our Chen family has committed."

He buckled the old smoking gun.

The choking smoke seems to seal the sadness.

Slowly unravel a piece of the past.

18 years ago.

Today's Patriarch Chen calculated that the son of luck would be born in Beihai on an accidental day, and he tried to control the son of luck in order to achieve the goal of helping the entire Chen family and the entire Taoist sect.

Old Chinese doctor Chen sighed deeply: "After I found out, I naturally reprimanded and blamed him, and made him lose face in front of the clansmen. I didn't expect him to get worse."

From that day on, Patriarch Chen secretly made up his mind to take away the luck of the son of luck.

Patriarch Chen dared not do it himself.

He created an accident.

Taking advantage of the grievances of different classes, another innocent family was involved, and a "civet cat for the prince" was staged.

Perhaps there was a mistake in the middle, and the luck was not plundered by the Chen family.

This is a good thing and a bad thing.

The Chen family failed.

It means that the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind, and the child's luck is snatched away by someone who hides deeper.

Old doctor Chen shook his head again and again: "I asked him who that baby was and where it is now, but he insisted that he didn't know. He was my son. Would I not be able to see what he did?"

He is not a talented warlock, so he transitioned the power of the patriarch early and let his son take over the family, so that he raised a wolfish ambition.

When he learned later.

It's too late.

As if it was meant to be so.

Old doctor Chen took Chen Mohan, who was only one year old, away from the Chen family and traveled all over the world. However, no matter how hard he searched for a needle, he couldn't find the baby of that year.

these years.

He worked hard to save people, and all the money he earned was donated to those in need, which is to accumulate blessings for the Chen family.

But he still feels guilty.

His incompetence harmed a child, harmed two innocent families, and may even harm the world.

Old Chinese doctor Chen became excited as he spoke: "I'm not mistaken, only the son of luck can have that kind of luck! Could it be that the child escaped a catastrophe back then!? No, it's impossible, it's impossible to escape, so it is For what..."

Silence fell over his mind.

Chen Mohan finally knew his grandfather's obsession, and also knew what evil his biological father had done.

He will also atone for sin.

As long as his grandfather can rest assured.

Chen Mohan leaned down and said: "Don't worry, we'll just ask her later."

"what?"

A voice came from the door.

Chen Mohan replied subconsciously: "Of course I'm asking why luck..."

He said half a sentence.

Then he turned his head sharply to look at Yan Jiu.

How long is this! ?
Why did Yan Jiu appear in the pharmacy?
Old Chinese medicine doctor Chen stood up tremblingly while supporting the table. He hesitated to speak, and fully explained what is meant by "the end of emotion is not to vent, but to be silent."

With his hands behind his hands, Yan Jiu looked around the small pharmacy that was shrouded in dilapidation and vulnerability.

obviously.

The grandpa and grandson are punishing themselves.

Obviously he has the conditions to live in a better place, but he donated all the money and just lives in a small pharmacy.

After seeing Chen's face in the live broadcast, Yan Jiu had a feeling in his heart.

She wanted to find out the truth that her original body was robbed of her luck back then and her identity was forced to be exchanged.

really.

It's not in vain that she worked so hard to shrink the ground into an inch talisman.

Heard such an old story.

Yan Jiu half-closed his eyes: "It turns out that Patriarch Chen of Xuanmen and I still have such an endless relationship."

Chen Mohan woke up startled: "Did you hear that?"

Yan Jiu shrugged and reminded friendly: "Next time you whisper something, remember to close the door."

Chen Mohan heard Yan Jiu's kindness, he didn't understand why Yan Jiu wasn't angry, and asked, "Aren't you afraid that we are acting for you?"

Yan Jiu burst out laughing.

She is not blind.

Maybe one day I get it wrong.

But never get it wrong.

Otherwise, Tianyan, who can see people's faces and tell people's lives, can withdraw from the first echelon.

Yan Jiu sighed, "If it was me two months ago, I might have labeled you two enemies indiscriminately, but now I am the representative of a kind-hearted, kind-hearted and good-tempered person."

Chen Mohan: "..." A bit speechless.

Old doctor Chen knocked Chen Mohan on the head: "How do you talk to people?"

"Boom" sound.

very loud.

Proof that the head is a good head.

Chen Mohan covered his head, no matter how much he refuted, he didn't say anything, just retreated behind the old man with his mouth pursed.

It can be seen that the young man listens to the old man very much.

Old doctor Chen attempted to step forward.

Yan Jiu raised his hand to interrupt, took out his mobile phone to follow the person, and then said: "I'm not just here to listen to the story, I want to tell you that you are dying, welcome to place an order with me."

Old Chinese doctor Chen had a clear face, not surprised at all, and even a little relaxed.

Chen Mohan's lips twitched with a premonition, he opened his mouth and finally just lowered his head.

Old Chinese doctor Chen said that he wanted to bend over to Yan Jiu: "After all, my Chen family is sorry for you."

Yan Jiu stopped him.

She knew who the real villain was, and she didn't want to let a half-destroyed person take the blame.

Yan Jiu said cryptically, "There are still a few minutes left, don't waste them on these matters."

talking.

Yan Jiu walked out of the small pharmacy.

Grandpa and grandson are left alone.

Old Chinese doctor Chen turned his head to look at his grandson who bowed his head silently, and he put his hands on top of Chen Mohan's head.

"After grandpa leaves, you don't have to be so restrained."

"Do what you want, learn what you want, the only thing is, don't harm others."

"As for your father, if there is a chance, let him come to my grave to apologize for his death. If there is no chance, forget it."

"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, live well, don't cry, I can finally close my eyes and see my ancestors..."

The voice did not fall.

That hand hangs down forever.

Chen Mohan lowered his head and burst into tears.

He tremblingly caught old Chinese doctor Chen's skinny hand, and knelt down towards the person.

From now on, no one will hit him on the head with a bong again, and he will lose his grandfather forever and ever.