He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

This simple sentence shattered Zhou Dacheng's psychological defenses completely.

His legs froze for a second.

Then he shot off in a flash.

Weighing just over 200 pounds, he ran with a gust of wind, making the pebbles on the ground crackle under his feet.

He rushed to Zhou Laoliu in two strides.

He knelt down on the gravel road with a thud.

His knees slammed hard into the ground, and tears streamed down his face.

Snot also covered his face.

Zhou Dacheng, a grown man weighing over 200 pounds, cried like a three-year-old child.

"dad!"

"It really is you, Dad!"

"Do you know how much it breaks my heart to dream about you getting beaten up every time!"

"Are you actually doing well?"

Zhou Dacheng stretched out his two fat hands, trying to grab Zhou Laoliu's clothes.

The finger went straight through.

I grabbed nothing but emptiness.

But this did not affect his mood at all.

He knelt on the ground, head tilted back, two lines of tears streaming down his face.

Jia Youcai stood next to the Maybach, his two withered hands tucked into his sleeves.

He squinted at the scene, his lips trembling slightly.

They are, after all, blood relatives.

Anyone who saw this scene would shed a couple of tears.

Yang Guang put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head, and watched the sentimental scene for two seconds.

hiss.

I really can't stand it.

The last Celestial Master had virtually no immunity to such grand scenes of family affection erupting.

It's not that I'm not moved.

This thing really diminishes his sophistication.

He cleared his throat and gestured with his chin toward Zhou Laoliu: "Alright, Laoliu."

"Why don't you explain it to your son?"

"Don't make it sound like I haven't finished my work."

Zhou Laoliu's body stiffened for a moment.

He looked down at his son, who was kneeling in front of him, crying like a dog.

His expression was one of indescribable embarrassment.

This explanation is too difficult to give.

But out of respect for Yang Guang, Zhou Laoliu could only grit his teeth and cough, saying, "Dacheng."

"Dad has something to tell you."

"You...you shouldn't get agitated."

Zhou Dacheng looked up, his face streaked with tears and snot, and nodded vigorously: "Dad, you tell me!"

"I can accept anything!"

Zhou Laoliu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he opened his mouth twice before finally saying, "Um..."

"son."

"What Master Yang said is actually true."

"Dad did find you about forty stepmothers."

Zhou Dacheng's hand, which was still vigorously wiping away tears, stopped.

Zhou Laoliu quickly added insult to injury.

"but!"

"Dad has broken up with them all now!"

"Not a single one left!"

"All cleared!"

"You don't need to feel awkward."

He said this with a very subtle smile on his face.

That classic expression you make when you're caught sneaking a bite of the last chicken leg at the dinner table, trying to defuse the awkwardness with a smile.

Zhou Dacheng knelt on the ground, his 200-pound frame held still.

The tears were still on her face.

His brain experienced a blue screen that lasted for five seconds.

"no!"

Zhou Dacheng's voice cracked: "Dad, you really found so many?"

"More than forty?"

"Dad, when you were alive, Mom would argue with you even if you just exchanged a few extra words with Aunt Zhang across the street!"

"Are you telling me now that you've dated more than forty people by yourself?"

"What right do you have?"

"Where do you get your energy?"

"I……"

Zhou Dacheng's finger trembled as he pointed at Zhou Laoliu in mid-air, unsure of what to say.

Zhou Laoliu shrank his neck, put his hands behind his back, and lightly drew circles on the gravel with his toes.

"this……"

"After I died, my perspective broadened..."

Yang Guang almost lost his composure when he heard this.

Good guy.

The scope has been broadened.

What you call having a broad perspective?

That's called opening up your lower body.

Er Lengzi lay on the ground, his two front paws supporting his chin, watching the show with complete absorption.

When you're alive, your wife controls your emotions, but once she's dead, you're free to run wild, right?

really.

Marriage is the grave of love, but the grave is also the starting line for a player.

Zhou Dacheng knelt on the ground, his eyes fixed on his father's translucent old face.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

"dad."

"You truly are a venerable elder."

"No wonder he keeps appearing in my dreams saying he got beaten up."

"If you don't get beaten up, who will?"

"If it were me, I'd beat you up too!"

Zhou Laoliu hunched over and tried his best to shrink behind Yang Guang.

He muttered something under his breath.

"Son, Dad acted on impulse..."

"For a while?"

Zhou Dacheng's voice rose another notch: "Forty-odd is considered a moment?"

"You've acted impulsively more than forty times, haven't you?"

Zhou Laoliu hunched over and tried his best to shrink behind Yang Guang.

Yang Guang turned to the side, making no attempt to shield this underworld sea king from the wind and rain.

"Alright, alright."

"Boss Zhou, I have investigated the matter thoroughly for you, and you understand the situation now."

"The burial plot you had someone look at before has a very good layout, and the surrounding mountains are also supportive, so there's no need to move it."

"As for your father, I will handle it properly."

"It will be sent down when it's time."

After saying that...

He glanced at Zhou Dacheng and added, "However, you two are separated by life and death. Allowing you to see each other this one time is already the limit."

"It's nothing, don't look over here."

Zhou Dacheng nodded repeatedly, his excitement still lingering on his chubby face, with two tear tracks still visible.

He wiped it hard, forcing a look that was both funny and exasperated.

I am truly grateful.

But seeing his father's guilty look, he was now unsure whether he should be touched or angry.

Just then, a rapid, dry cough came from the side.

Zhou Laoliu cleared his throat and floated out from behind Yang Guang, rubbing his hands together in front of him.

He gave his son an extremely irritatingly kind smile: "Dacheng."

"Burn some paper money for your dad whenever you have time."

"Get Dad some sports cars too, preferably the luxury versions."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dacheng's face immediately darkened.

"You're not planning to use your sports car to continue picking up old ladies, are you?"

Zhou Laoliu's smile froze for half a second, then widened even more: "Son, isn't Dad enjoying this ghostly life?"

"Being a ghost isn't easy."

Zhou Dacheng opened his mouth.

After hesitating for a long time, he could only nod dejectedly.

no way.

Who can blame him but his father?

Yang Guang watched this scene from the side, turned his face to the side, and held his breath.

He turned to Zhou Laoliu and gestured with his chin: "Alright, it's time to go back."

Zhou Laoliu responded without saying anything more.

Its translucent body transformed into a wisp of green smoke and whooshed into the copper bell around Er Lengzi's neck.

The bell jingled softly, emitting a short, sharp chime.

Zhou Dacheng stared at that spot, stunned for several seconds before he came to his senses.

He took a breath, his eyes reddening.

But the corners of his mouth unconsciously twitched upwards again.

This old man.

He worried about you while you were alive, and he'll worry about you even after you're dead...