Chapter 972: Momo, You Are Here

When he got down to business, Su Qi became serious.

Ge Mo took the token with trembling hands. Could such a small black card really allow the people from Yuncheng and Mingyue Villa to take a detour?

"Brother Ge Mo, you must not take this token out unless absolutely necessary, do you understand?"

Su Qi thought for a while and said, if her mother knew that he was building his own power outside, she would definitely beat his little butt.

"Yes, young master, but why do you have to use it only when you have no choice?"

In fact, Ge Mo wanted to know more about Su Qi's life experience. He had vague guesses, but he still wanted to know more.

"Brother Ge Mo, you heard me right. If you show it out casually, my ass will definitely blossom. Let's go and clean up the shop!"

Su Qi shook his head, his calves trembling when he thought of the stick in his mother's hand.

"Yes, sir!"

Ge Mo didn't ask too many questions, he would definitely know when it was time to know.

In fact, Su Qi also knew what Ge Mo wanted to know, but after traveling to several places, he gradually understood that sometimes it would be better to keep a pure peace alone, as long as he did what his mother said he was proud of. Just don't be arrogant and don't get depressed when you are frustrated!

In the Sanqing Mountains, there is heavy fog, but it is crystal clear and dense. Today's fog is very strong.

Looking from a distance, it is extremely mysterious, the mist is bright, constantly flying, and extremely dazzling.

Inside the Sansheng Gate, there are white cloths hanging everywhere.

In the main hall, the mourning hall of Yaohuang Tianzun has been arranged. The body of Yaohuang Tianzun is placed in the mahogany coffin in the center of the hall. The lid of the coffin has not yet been closed, waiting for those who come to pay homage to see it for the last time.

Two disciples were on the side, burning paper money with tears in their eyes.

Yaohuang Tianzun was gentle and kind to others. His death made all the disciples in the Sansheng Sect very sad.

The whole hall was enveloped in a deep sadness.

Murong Shaofeng was dressed in white mourning clothes and knelt upright in front of the coffin. His warm eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. His handsome face was full of pain. Every time he breathed, he seemed to be trying his best to endure something?

Haidong stood at the door, looked at Murong Shaofeng's upright figure, and walked in with mist in his eyes.

"Brother, you have been kneeling for several hours. Please take a rest! The last thing the master wants to see is you like this."

Murong Shaofeng was unmoved and still knelt upright.

"Is the cemetery ready?"

Murong Shaofeng asked in a low and sad tone.

"Brother, the master has already chosen the cemetery in front of him. It is right behind Sanqing Mountain. The master likes the scenery of Sanqing Mountain very much. He just asked the Feng Shui master to pay homage there. The master has no children, and he regards us as his own children. Tim Let the two of us do the soil stuff!"

"Okay!" Murong Shaofeng responded expressionlessly!

At noon, more and more people came to pay homage to Yaohuang Tianzun. The value of life is nothing more than what a person has done before him. Yaohuang Tianzun was good at giving and those who had been helped by him came to pay homage to him.

Murong Shaofeng and Haidong both returned the greetings one by one in the mourning hall.

"Shao Feng."

Su Zimo and Mu Yunxuan pulled Xiner in.

Hearing the familiar voice, Murong Shaofeng raised his eyes sharply.

When he saw Su Zimo, the sadness that Murong Shaofeng tried to hold back almost burst out instantly.

"Momo, you're here."

Murong Shaofeng didn't expect that she would also come. His warm eyes were filled with mist, which was quickly covered up by him.