unscrupulous angel

The big hooligan didn't explain any major principles, nor did he explain how to cultivate in detail.

However, what he said, if you can fully understand it, it will be of great benefit.

It's not that the big gangster can't talk about how to cultivate specifically, it's just that he doesn't want to talk about it.

Because everyone has their own cultivation method.This cannot be forced.

If there are rules and regulations, you must cultivate like this, and that is harming people!

One hundred and eight disciples and grandchildren of the gangster left the hall. Wasat, Jeff Cote, Lancelot, and Sarat stepped into the hall.

"Grantia boy, what the hell are you doing?" Wasat walked up to Grandia, raised his hand and gave Grandia a violence, and said angrily.

"What did I do?" Grandia was very wronged, and suffered a violent shudder for no reason. Isn't this too sad?

"Huh? What's going on here?" Sarat glanced at the big hooligan sitting on the main seat, then at Grandia, and couldn't help showing doubts, "Grantia boy, you put Who pretended to be my grandson and got it to sit there?"

Sitting there, the big gangster couldn't help but feel a little moist in his eyes.

These old people have a great relationship with him!

Grandpa, grandpa, and Jeff Cotter who helped him when he needed it the most.

These old people have been behind him, silently supporting him.

Without them, perhaps he would not be where he is today!

"Grandpa, grandpa, Dean Jeffcott, Chief Lancelot, I... I'm back!" The big hooligan stood up from his chair, looked at the several old people, and said extremely excitedly.

"Come back? You... are you real?!" Wasat stared wide-eyed, looked at the big hooligan, and clasped his hands tightly.

Sarat, Jeff Cote, and their bodies were trembling slightly at this time.

Lancelot was better, but his face was full of excitement.

The gangster nodded heavily, "Yes, it's me, I'm back!"

"Haha, good, good, good, good to be back, good to be back!" Worthat's old man burst into tears. At the beginning, when he said goodbye to the big hooligan, he even thought that he would never see the big hooligan again in his lifetime.Unexpectedly, he could still see his grandson!

Salat and Jeff Cote couldn't help but shed tears.

Looking at the old men, the big hooligan became even more certain that there was absolutely nothing wrong with his choice to practice the way of friendship!

If people are ruthless, there is no meaning of existence! ! !