Ye Wuchen bent down and picked up the clothes that had slipped from Hua Shuirou's hand on the ground. This was a coat worn by a man. When Ye Wuchen looked at it, he knew that this clothes were not made for her father, but for him. Not only was the size consistent with his body shape three years ago, but even the color and style were the kind he was most used to wearing. He asked, "Is this for me?"

"Well..." Hua Shuirou responded softly: "This is almost done a little bit, but my husband... has grown up, I need to change it."

After she died for three years, she was still making clothes for herself. Ye Wuchen asked: "Did you often make clothes for me before?"

"Every time I miss my husband, I will make clothes for me. Husband, look." Hua Shuirou walked to the largest wardrobe and opened the wardrobe: "These are all done for me."

This wardrobe is more than one meter wide and nearly two meters high. It is covered with neat clothes, white, gray, light blue... outerwear, underwear, cotton coat, and even velvet coats, underwear, shoes and socks, each one, and each piece is his favorite color and style.

"There is also here." Hua Shuirou hurriedly opened the cabinet next to her, showing him the clothes she had made for him when she had missed him for the past three years.

"And this...this...and it's also...this box is the shoes I made for my husband... Dad asked me to move them out and put them elsewhere many times, and I was reluctant at all, because I always dreamed that my husband suddenly came back and put on these clothes I made for my husband... Today, my husband is really back."

"My husband has never liked to wear very thick clothes. When it's cold, I will knit many scarves and make many cotton coats and shoes for my husband, otherwise it will be frozen there. It turns out that my husband has never had any trouble. He hasn't worn a single piece, which is a pity."

After crying, after releasing the accumulated sadness, she was happy and happy. She told him happily with such a little bit of pain. Ye Wuchen's eyes were slightly wet, and the deep warmth and emotion were intertwined in his heart like a storm. He could only say to himself over and over again that he could not owe her in this life.

"Just..." Her expression became a little darker again: "My husband is growing up now, these clothes must not be suitable."

"Silly words, how could it be? I just grew a little taller and didn't get fatter and thinner, so how could it be inappropriate? It seems that I won't have to worry about having no clothes for the next ten or eight years." Ye Wuchen smiled with gratitude and doting,

Hua Shuirou looked timid and said softly: "But these are handmade coarse cloth clothes. My husband should be luxurious, how can he..."

Ye Wuchen interrupted her: "Say stupid words again, they are all done for me by my little Rourou. It's hard to buy a corner of it for a thousand gold coins. It's not comparable to those luxurious clothes." He raised his arm and said with a smile: "The clothes on my body are a little old. Can you help me change them?"

"Yes!" Hua Shuirou was happy and walked over to serve him in a happy manner.

Hua Zhentian sat in his study for a long time, and was in a state of distraction, unable to think of anything to hit the time. He was restless as if a nail had grown under his butt. After most of the day, he finally couldn't sit still and was about to eavesdrop on Ye Wuchen talking to his daughter. Anyway, Ye Wuchen's kid had lost all his skills and it was impossible for him to appear.

Under the strange eyes of the servants, Hua Zhentian tiptoed towards Hua Shuirou's room. Before he could get close, the door was suddenly opened. Hua Shuirou pushed Ye Wuchen and walked out slowly. At first glance, she saw Hua Zhentian with a strange face and shouted in a low voice: "Dad."

Hua Zhentian had a ghost in his heart. He finally adjusted his mentality and explained in an attempt to cover up his mind: "I just came here just now... Cough cough, that good daughter, look, I just said that this kid doesn't die so easily. You have to watch it in the future, and if you lose it, it won't be so easy to come back."

Hua Shuirou's face turned slightly red, and she lowered her head and said, "Yes, Daddy."

"Here, boy, go ahead!" Hua Zhentian swung his hand, and a heavy bag of things was thrown on Ye Wuchen's legs. A smell of gunpowder but not gunpowder came. Ye Wuchen immediately knew what was inside, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Such a large bag of shining thunder was thrown over directly. If it exploded accidentally, the entire Hua family would probably disappear.

Hua Shuirou exclaimed, hurriedly stepped forward and carefully picked up the bag of thunder, and whispered: "Dad, husband, he is not in good health now, how can he throw such a heavy thing over?"

Ye Wuchen smiled lightly: "It's okay, my father-in-law is for my own good."

Hua Zhentian felt so delicious. When this husband came, he was really a father, and he was so depressed that he would feel so distressed to him. He snorted angrily: "Boy, these are a hundred thunders. If any turtle wants to provoke you in the future, you should just say hello to him. Even if the king of heaven, I will bombard him... I'm not for you, it's all for my daughter. If you dare to die for me, I'll see if I don't dig your grave and throw it away!"

He explained a few words in a vague way, then threw down a few harsh words, then glared at him and said dissatisfiedly: "Boy, do you want to leave in this situation? How old are you here to accompany my daughter... No, no! You are not allowed to leave today. You must stay in my daughter's room to spend the night with her tonight, and you can leave tomorrow. I said to go with your parents."

Ye Wuchen was sweating coldly, Hua Shuirou's face turned red, and she said angrily: "Dad, you...what are you talking nonsense..."

Hua Zhentian slapped his head and said, "What's the matter? Now everyone knows that you have to marry this kid in your life, so what's the point of sleeping together?"

"Woo..." Hua Shuirou stomped her feet lightly and covered her face to escape, but thinking that Ye Wuchen was unable to move, she immediately broke back and held Ye Wuchen's wheelchair, without saying a word, and did not dare to raise her head.

If possible, Ye Wuchen really wanted to stand up and throw this nervous "father-in-law". With Hua Shuirou's personality, even if she was willing to do so, how could she bear it if she said it bluntly. The father of nineteen years has been in vain.

He smiled helplessly: "My father-in-law, today is my first day back home. I have a lot of things to deal with. From now on, I will come to see Rourou every day. At the latest next spring, I will marry Rourou."

"Hmph, this is almost the same." Hua Zhentian didn't insist much, so he snorted slightly, then lowered his voice and said meaningfully: "I know you must have something big to do, and I won't force you, but you have to remember the time limit you mentioned. Before next spring!"

Ye San, who drove the car to take them over, rushed over and shouted respectfully before he got close to him: "Master Hua, Master, just now, news came from home that the emperor came to Ye's family in person and wanted to see the Master, so please come back."

Ye Wuchen nodded to Hua Zhentian and said to Hua Shui Ju: "Rou Rou, send me out."

Hua Shuirou pushed the slightly bulky wooden wheelchair and reluctantly sent him out of the Ye family's door.

Back at the Ye family, Long Yin was waiting for him in the yard with a few people. He looked no different from three years ago. He did not see aging, but looked red. He thought that he had been quite moist in these years. He was following a fat and short boy with sixteen or seventeen years old, a childish face, and a little cute. The boy had thick eyebrows, big eyes, dark skin, and amazingly thick body. The thickness of his arms was completely disproportionate to his already thick body, and it was almost as thick as his thighs. It can be imagined how powerful there was in these terrifying arms.

Behind them were the three worshippers, Mr. Li and Mr. Liu, who rarely appeared in the audience. Their position behind Long Yin was even more behind than that strong black boy, which made people wonder about the identity of this boy. Behind them, Lin Kuang and Lin Zhan were obviously Lin Zhan. Apart from these five people, Long Yin did not take anyone else.

As soon as Ye Wuchen appeared, several eyes fell on him. Ye Wuchen's eyes first fell on the strong black boy. When the eyes collided, a flash of splendor flashed in their eyes.

Ye Wuchen approached Long Yin and the others under Ye San's push and helped him, and shouted loudly: "Wuchen is inconvenient and cannot salute. Please forgive me and everyone."

Long Yin looked at him calmly for a while, then laughed happily: "Ye Wuchen, you really surprised me again. You are worthy of the descendants of the Ye family, and you are worthy of being the god who has been rumored to have come to the world like the true god in the past three years. The God of War cannot kill you, but is killed by you. Even the Broken Soul Abyss cannot do anything to you. I am so relieved that you can come back safely."

"Hehe, thank you for your concern. I wonder what the emperor is important here?" Ye Wuchen smiled casually.

Long Yin did not answer, his eyes turned to his legs and the strange wheelchair he was sitting in, and said in confusion: "I heard that although you have not died under the Soul-Breaking Abyss, your body is destroyed. Is it true? Mr. Li, go and check if there is any way to recover."

Without waiting for Ye Wuchen to agree, Long Yin signaled to Mr. Li. Mr. Li nodded, flashed to Ye Wuchen and pressed his palm on Ye Wuchen. Ye Wuchen did not move, and smiled and said, "The emperor is intent, but I know my physical condition. It is a blessing to be able to escape from his life. Even if his body is useless, what are the complaints about it?"

Mr. Li took his hand back for a moment, returned to Long Yin, sighed a long sigh, lamenting the destruction of a peerless genius, and shook his head and said, "His physical condition is many times worse than I had expected before. I believe that after killing the God of War in the Great Wind Kingdom and killing Wanjun, he experienced the barrier of life and death. Even the last trace of power in his body was exhausted, the oil was exhausted, and the lamp was exhausted, and it was a miracle to be able to survive." His voice lowered a little, and he said, "Not only was it aborted, but it was impossible for him to have another cultivation in the future. Even his life span... may not be alive for less than ten years."

Ye Wei and Ye Nu were moved violently, but finally Ye Wuchen's return was a huge comfort, and they did not lose their composure because of this. Long Yin showed an intriguing look on his face and asked, "Is there no way to recover?"

Mr. Li must have shook his head very much: "No!"

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