Ye Wuchen bent down and picked up the clothes that had slipped from Hua Shuirou's hands. It was a man's coat. At first glance, Ye Wuchen knew that she didn't make it for her father, but for him. Not only did the size match his figure three years ago, but even the color and style were what he was most used to wearing. He asked, "Did you make this for me?"
"Yes …" Hua Shuirou answered in a low voice, "It's almost done, but my husband … has grown up, I have to change it."
He had been "dead" for three years, but she was still making clothes for him. Ye Wuchen asked, "Did you often make clothes for me in the past?"
"Every time I think of you, I will make clothes for you. Husband, look. " Hua Shuirou walked to the largest wardrobe and opened it, "I made these for you."
The wardrobe was more than one meter wide and nearly two meters high. It was filled with neatly folded clothes, white, gray, light blue … Outerwear, underwear, cotton-padded clothes, and even woolen clothes, underwear, shoes, and socks. Every one of them was the color and style he liked.
"And here." Hua Shuirou hurriedly opened the wardrobe next to her and showed him the clothes she had made for him in the past three years with a happy face.
"And this … and this … and this too … In this box are the shoes I made for you … Father told me many times to move them out and put them somewhere else, but I couldn't bear to do it because I always dreamed that you would suddenly come back and wear the clothes I made for you … Today, you really came back."
"My husband never liked wearing thick clothes. When it was cold, I would knit a lot of scarves and make a lot of cotton-padded clothes and shoes for you. Otherwise, you would freeze there. So my husband was fine all along. It's a pity that I didn't get to wear any of them. "
After crying and releasing the accumulated sadness, there was joy and joy. With a little heartache, she happily told her story to him. Ye Wuchen's eyes were slightly moist. The deep warmth and emotion surged in his heart like a stormy sea. He could only tell himself over and over again that he would never owe her anything in this life.
"It's just that …" Her expression became slightly gloomy. "Now that my husband has grown up, these clothes must not be suitable anymore."
"Nonsense, how could that be? I've only grown a little taller, and I haven't gotten fatter or thinner. How could it be inappropriate? Looks like I won't have to worry about not having enough clothes for the next eight to ten years. "Ye Wuchen smiled with gratitude and love.
Hua Shuirou, on the other hand, had a timid expression on his face. He said softly, "But, these are all handmade clothes made of coarse cloth. My husband should be dressed in luxurious clothes. How can you …"
Ye Wuchen interrupted her words. "Nonsense again. These are all made by my Little Rourou. Even if you have ten thousand gold, it would be difficult to buy even one of them. How could those luxurious clothes compare to them?" He raised his arm and said with a smile, "My clothes are a little old. Can you help me change them?"
"Yes!" Hua Shuirou was delighted and happily walked over to help him change his clothes.
Hua Zhentian sat in his study for a long time. His mind was in a mess, but he couldn't think of anything to beat the time. He was so restless that it was as if there were nails under his butt. After a long time, he finally couldn't sit still anymore. He prepared to eavesdrop on Ye Wuchen and his daughter's conversation. Anyway, Ye Wuchen had lost his martial arts. It was impossible for him to discover him.
Under the strange gazes of the servants, Hua Zhentian tiptoed in the direction of Hua Shuirou's room. Before he got close, the door was suddenly opened. Hua Shuirou pushed Ye Wuchen out slowly. He saw Hua Zhentian, who had a strange expression on his face, and called out softly, "Father."
Hua Zhentian had a guilty conscience. It took him a lot of effort to adjust his state of mind. He tried to cover it up and explained, "I just came over … Ahem, that, my good daughter, see? I told you that this boy wouldn't die so easily. You have to look after him in the future. If you lose him again, it won't be so easy for him to come back."
Hua Shuirou's face turned slightly red. He lowered his head and said, "Yes, father."
"Here, boy, catch!" Hua Zhentian swung his hand and tossed a heavy bag onto Ye Wuchen's lap. A gush of gunpowder yet not gunpowder smell assaulted his nose. Ye Wuchen immediately knew what was inside. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Such a big bag of Heaven Shaking Bombs was tossed over. If it accidentally exploded, the entire Hua family would perish along with it.
Hua Shuirou exclaimed in surprise. He hastily went forward and picked up the bag of Heaven Shaking Bombs carefully. He scolded softly, "Father, my husband's body is not well now. How can he toss such a heavy thing over?"
Ye Wuchen chuckled softly, "It's alright. Father-in-law is doing this for my own good."
Hua Zhentian was crying jealousy in her heart. The moment her husband arrived, her position as a father was completely gone. She felt extremely distressed even if she tossed something onto him. She scoffed snappily, "Boy, this is a hundred Heaven Shaking Bombs. If any bastard wants to provoke you in the future, you can just greet him with all your might. Even if it's the Emperor of Heaven, blast him into pieces … I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing this for my daughter. If you dare to die again, I'll dig your grave and scatter your ashes!"
He explained vaguely and threw down some harsh words. Then, he glared and said with dissatisfaction, "Boy, are you thinking of leaving? You've only accompanied my daughter for a short while … No, no! You're not allowed to leave today. You must stay in my daughter's room to accompany her for the night. You can only leave tomorrow. I'll talk to your parents. "
Ye Wuchen broke out in a cold sweat, and Hua Shuirou's face turned red. She said angrily, "Father, you … what are you talking about …"
Hua Zhentian patted her head and said, "It's nothing. Now everyone knows that you won't marry anyone but this boy in your life. What's the big deal about sleeping together?"
"Oh …" Hua Shuirou stamped her feet and ran away covering her face. But thinking that Ye Wuchen couldn't move freely, she immediately turned back and held Ye Wuchen's wheelchair. She didn't say a word and didn't dare to raise her head.
If he could, Ye Wuchen really wanted to stand up and slap this insensitive "father-in-law" in the face. With Hua Shuirou's character, even if she was very willing in her heart, how could she stand it so straightforwardly? He had been a father for 19 years in vain.
He smiled helplessly and said, "Father-in-law, today is the first day I return home. There are many things to deal with. I'll come to see Rourou every day in the future. I'll marry Rourou next spring at the latest. "
"Humph, that's more like it." Hua Zhentian didn't insist. She snorted slightly and then lowered her voice, saying meaningfully, "I know you must have something important to do. I won't force you, but you have to remember the time limit you said. Before next spring! "
Master Ye, who had driven them here, trotted over in a hurry. Before he got close, he shouted respectfully, "Master Hua, young master, I just got the news from home. His Majesty came to the Yeh family in person and wants to see you. Please go back, young master."
Ye Wuchen nodded to Hua Zhentian and said to Hua Shuirou, "Rourou, send me out."
Hua Shuirou pushed the slightly cumbersome wooden wheelchair and reluctantly sent him out of the gate of the Yeh family.
When he returned to the Yeh family, Long Yin was waiting for him in the yard with a few people. He didn't look any different from three years ago. There was no sign of aging. Instead, his face looked ruddy. It seemed that he had been living a comfortable life for the past few years. On his right was a short and chubby boy of about sixteen or seventeen years of age. He still had a childish look on his face and looked a little naive. This boy had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His skin was dark, but his body was shockingly thick. The thickness of his arms was completely disproportionate to his already thick body. They were almost as thick as his thighs. One could imagine how much power was hidden in these frightening arms.
Behind him were Senior Li and Senior Liu, two of the Third God of Offerings, who rarely showed up. They stood behind Long Yin a little further than the dark and strong teenager, which made people wonder about the teenager's identity. Behind them were Lin Kuang and Lin Zhan. In addition to these five people, Long Yin didn't bring anyone else.
As soon as Ye Wuchen appeared, many people's eyes fell on him. Ye Wuchen's eyes fell on the dark and strong teenager first. At the moment when their eyes met, there was a flash of light in their eyes.
Ye Wuchen approached Long Yin and others with the help of Master Ye. He shouted loudly, "Wuchen is not in good health, so I can't salute. Please forgive me, Your Majesty and everyone."
Long Yin looked at him for a while and then laughed happily. "Ye Wuchen, you really surprised me again. You deserve to be a descendant of the Yeh family. You deserve to be the genius who has been rumored to be like a real god in the past three years. The God of War couldn't kill you, but was killed by you. Even the Soul Breaking Abyss couldn't do anything to you. I'm so happy that you can come back safely. I can't express it in words. "
"Haha, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. May I know what's the matter for Your Majesty to come here?" Ye Wuchen smiled casually.
Long Yin didn't answer. He looked at Ye Wuchen's legs and the strange wheelchair he was sitting in and said doubtfully, "I heard that although you didn't die in the Soul Breaking Abyss, your body has been disabled. Is it true? Senior Li, go and find out if there is any way to recover. "
Without waiting for Ye Wuchen to agree, Long Yin turned to Senior Li and signaled. Senior Li nodded and came to Ye Wuchen in a flash. He pressed his palm on Ye Wuchen's body. Ye Wuchen didn't move. He smiled and said, "Your Majesty is considerate. However, I know the condition of my body. I'm already very lucky to be able to escape with my life. Even if my body is disabled, there's nothing to complain about."
Senior Li withdrew his hand and returned to Long Yin's side. He let out a long sigh and lamented the fact that a peerless genius was disabled. He shook his head and said, "His body's condition is many times worse than what I expected. Presumably, after killing the God of War in the Great Wind Country, killing thousands of soldiers, and going through a life and death situation, even the last bit of energy in his body has been exhausted. He's like a lamp that's run out of oil and can't regenerate. It's already a miracle that he's still alive." He lowered his voice and said, "Not only is he disabled, but he can't cultivate anymore. Even his lifespan … may not live for more than ten years."
Ye Wei and Ye Nu who were present were greatly moved. However, Ye Wuchen's return was already a great comfort. They didn't lose their composure because of it. Long Yin's face revealed a thought-provoking expression. He asked, "Is there no way to recover?"
Senior Li shook his head with absolute certainty. "No!"
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