My spirit appeared on the road to exile, and I was treated as an ancestor.

Chapter 104 The God's Mount

For Lu Bingwen, Gu Xingzhao being well is more important than anything else, and Gu Chengzhang is undoubtedly the one who will hurt Gu Xingzhao.

In recent years, life has become increasingly comfortable, and he had even forgotten that Gu Chengzhang existed. If Wang Ruohua hadn't called the police, he wouldn't even have known that Gu Chengzhang had come.

Sensing his worry, Gu Xingzhao knew that he was afraid Gu Chengzhang would harm him, so he immediately explained, "He came suddenly, so I didn't let him into the house. It's alright."

She thought that even if Gu Chengzhang dared to make a move in public, she wouldn't be afraid at all. Just like before, she could easily knock him down with a couple of swipes of her hand.

But she couldn't tell Lu Bingwen these things.

Lu Bingwen sighed almost imperceptibly, thinking that Gu Xingzhao was naive and too kind-hearted to think badly of his biological father.

He is, after all, her biological father, so she shouldn't say too much.

"Then you go ahead with your work, I'll head back to the office first."

Gu Xingzhao suddenly remembered the ink dropper he had repaired last time and quickly called out to Lu Bingwen, "Uncle Lu, wait a minute, I need to get something."

Lu Bingwen was puzzled, but he still waited on the first floor. Looking around, he remembered that when the old man was alive, the first floor was used as a reception room, and there were many cabinets, which were used to store the things that Gu Xingzhao had used.

Perhaps out of a sense of indebtedness to Gu Chengzhang, the old man doted on this granddaughter.

Gu Xingzhao quickly came downstairs carrying a bag and handed it to Lu Bingwen. "I had someone repair it. What do you think?"

Taking the ink dropper out of the bag, Lu Bingwen exclaimed in surprise, "!"

It was actually repaired! He remembered that there were some minor scratches on the inkstone before, but now there were none at all, which showed that the person was highly skilled.

"Xiao Zhao, how much did you spend? Uncle Lu will transfer it to you." As he spoke, he reached for his phone.

Gu Xingzhao quickly grabbed his hand, saying, "If you give me money, you're just being polite."

“It’s normal for younger generations to be filial to their elders in a family, especially since you’ve taken such good care of me over the past ten years.”

Gu Xingzhao couldn't bring herself to say anything sentimental, but in her heart, she had already regarded Lu Bingwen as her real father.

Although she didn't say it aloud, Lu Bingwen could still sense that the child considered him family, and that was enough.

He subconsciously raised his hand, imagining patting the little girl's head as he used to, but the moment he raised his hand, he realized that she had already grown up, while he had grown old.

He patted Gu Xingzhao on the shoulder at the end, saying, "Tell Uncle Lu anything that's wrong."

Gu Xingzhao: "Okay, I understand."

Lu Bingwen then walked out of the supermarket with the bag in his hand. Remembering something, he turned back to Gu Xingzhao and said, "Come to my house for meals more often. I'll cook for you and make your favorite dishes."

Seeing him looking back so cautiously, Gu Xingzhao felt a warmth in his heart and nodded, "Okay, I'll go in a couple of days."

She thought that she should spend more time having meals with Uncle Lu in the future, so that he would be happy too.

At this time, in ancient times, after a robbery and massacre, many more people died, and the prisoners were very agitated. The officials could only whip them again to drive them on their way.

However, some survivors felt that fewer people were a good thing, since they might get more food.

Many members of the Lu family were injured, but fortunately, they had medicine sent by their ancestors, so traveling was not a problem. One of them had injured his leg and could not walk, so the ancestors sent him a wheeled chair last night. He could sit on it and move around with a push from behind.

At this moment, the injured person was sitting in a wheelchair, feeling extremely excited. He wondered if his ancestors used to sit in such chairs and be pushed around by others.

It looks really amazing, I never thought I'd get to sit in it!

Several clansmen surrounded him, all vying to push his wheelchair as if it were a toy.

"I'm not hurt, I'll push! I'll push!"

"I'm Ah Chang's older brother, my own younger brother. It's only right that I, as the older brother, should take care of him!" "What older brother? Why didn't you say you were the older brother when you were fighting with Ah Chang for noodles before?!"

Several clansmen argued endlessly over the rare item sent by their ancestors, with none willing to give in.

Just then, Lu Yang walked over and said earnestly, "Alright, alright, stop fighting over it, I'll push it."

He reached out to push the person away, but Lu Zhou blocked him firmly.

Lu Yang: "???"

Lu Zhou looked his younger brother up and down. "With all that fat on you, you can barely walk by yourself, let alone push someone?"

Don't let the person fall and injure their other leg as well.

Lu Yang was heartbroken and hugged his own body, finding a corner to sulk.

"..." Mrs. Xu held her daughter, unable to bear watching.

Lu Xingyao looked on with envy, glancing down at his own hand, which was wrapped up and hanging around his neck, and sighed inwardly: "Why wasn't it my leg that was injured?"

Otherwise, I could also sit on this chair that my ancestors gave me.

"Pfft!!!" Gu Xingzhao spat out a mouthful of tea.

She was just going upstairs for a cup of tea when she saw the Lu family arguing heatedly over the wheelchair, with the brothers even resorting to personal attacks. Even Lu Xingyao, the conspicuous one, was trying to injure his leg in order to get into the wheelchair.

No, there's only one wheelchair; there's really no need to fight over it like this.

Gu Xingzhao shook her head, picked up a mop and wiped the tea water off the floor. Looking at the Lu family members who were still making a fuss like children, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

If you really like them that much, when you get to the north and have a place to stay, buy a few dozen tickets and give one to each of them so they can go out and have fun!
Meanwhile, the lame patient sitting in the wheelchair looked at the people vying to push him around and sighed inwardly: I never thought that I, Lu Chang, would one day be able to experience the feeling of being loved by everyone.

With a sigh, he looked through the illustrated instruction manual left by his ancestors the night before, and following the instructions, pressed the switch on the controller and pushed the universal control lever forward.
Suddenly, the wheelchair moved forward two steps!

Feeling the wheelchair pull him a couple of steps, he was so startled that he let go. Realizing that the chair could move on its own, his heart pounded wildly!

He feigned composure, slowly driving his wheelchair past the crowd, and said softly to the few who were still arguing, "You can keep arguing, I'll go first."

Even though no one was pushing it from behind, the chair started moving on its own as if by some ghost.

The Lu family members who witnessed this scene were speechless.

"??"

"???"

"!!!!!!"

No, what is this?!
How can this chair move on its own?!
Could this chair be sentient?
This must be the mount of a god!

One by one, they chased after him, and even tried to pull Lu Chang up from his chair and sit down themselves.

Lu Chang could no longer remain calm. He clung to the back of the chair, refusing to let go: "I'm injured! Injured people can't walk!"

Lu Chang's elder brother said, "What injury? It's not like you have two legs. Get up and let me sit down too."

Lu Xingyao was practically dying of envy. "Why wasn't it me who got the leg injury?" he sobbed.

Lu Qing stared wide-eyed at the chair that could walk on its own, lost in thought:
Could it be that our ancestors really sent us their own mounts?
The belated second update is here!!!

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