Once upon a time there was a demon pass

"Some things, I don't know how to say."

"but..."

"I'll try my best."

Yuan Qingshan took a deep breath, got up from the sofa, clenched his fist with his right hand, and hammered hard on his heart.

She saluted to the most ordinary woman in the world who had never even practiced before.

He didn't say anything more, just carried the suitcase, walked into the bedroom, and slowly closed the door.

Soon, energy fluctuations appeared in the room.

At this time, in the community, people wearing reserve uniforms waited silently with their backs straight.

The only difference is that on their clothes, at the position of the heart, there is a word 'Qiao' written.

These people are generally a little older, and the youngest is about 30 years old.

There was anticipation, excitement, and an incomparably raging fighting spirit in their eyes.

This fighting spirit condensed in the air, presenting a monstrous momentum, as if about to break through the clouds.

……

time flies.

The night lifts off.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and Yuan Qingshan walked out of the room tiredly.

The woman, the child, stood silently outside the bedroom door from the beginning to the end, with tension and anticipation in their eyes.

"Wake up soon..."

Yuan Qingshan said something in a hoarse voice, just sat on the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

The woman didn't speak, but her body trembled slightly.

The eye sockets are ruddy.

In the room, Kong Hongfang's body, which was a little emaciated due to lying in bed for too long, has become full again at this time.

The sound of breathing is also obviously even and much more powerful.

After about 3 minutes, he quietly opened his eyes, got up silently, first looked at his body, and then set his eyes on the woman at the door.

There was a gentle smile on his face, he didn't speak, just nodded to the woman, and then looked at Nian An who was hiding behind the woman.

"It's all so big..."

"How many years have I slept?"

He took a deep breath, and there was a tremor in his voice.

"Four...four years..."

The strange thing is that the woman who had difficulty suppressing her inner emotions did not shed tears at this moment, and even showed a little smile on her face.

But the resolute daughter seemed a little dazed, at a loss, and looked very nervous.

"Four years..."

"Thanks a lot."

Kong Hongfang stood up, moved his body, and looked at the woman with apologetic eyes.

The woman smiled at the corner of her mouth, shook her head slightly, and did not speak.

Kong Hongfang walked to his daughter and looked at the daughter who was about to grow up before he knew it. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her head, but finally withdrew his hand.

"grown up..."

"So lovely."

He looked at his daughter and murmured to himself: "The child is old enough to have too much physical contact."

"When I was at the Dome Pass, I learned how to be a good father."

Kong Hongfang smiled freely, but a trace of loneliness still flashed in his eyes after all: "But unfortunately, what I have learned is no longer useful."

"The next thing I have to learn is how to attend your wedding."

"sorry..."

Listening to Kong Hongfang's words, Kong Nian'an could no longer restrain his inner emotions, and tears kept flowing from his eyes.

But she resisted not to speak.

Kong Hongfang smiled apologetically, and looked at his daughter with a sense of tension that was not weaker than hers.

"Old Yuan, I'm awake."

Finally, Kong Hongfang walked out of the bedroom, looked at Yuan Qingshan who was sitting on the sofa, the smile on his face gradually faded, his eyes became serious and sharp.

Wandering on the edge of life and death countless times on the battlefield, the fighting spirit formed after fighting permeated the air.

"You... let's talk for a while."

Yuan Qingshan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said with a sigh.

Kong Hongfang was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and looked at his wife, daughter...

"Come back alive."

"I'm waiting for you."

But the woman shook her head with a smile, and just pulled her daughter back to the bedroom.

In the living room, only Kong Hongfang and Yuan Qingshan were left.

"Old Yuan, let's go."

Kong Hongfang was silent for a moment, then grinned and looked at Yuan Qingshan, and said with a smile.

"You have a good wife."

"She's really nice."

Yuan Qingshan got up and walked out the door.

Kong Hongfang glanced at his home, a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes, but he soon regained his composure, and without even preparing anything, he put on the suit of clothes he was wearing, took a deep breath, and left.

In the bedroom, the woman who was still smiling just now was squatting on the ground, crying non-stop.

Tears dripped down his cheeks.

Kong Nian'an looked at his mother, rushed out, stood at the door, looked at his father who was going downstairs and shouted: "Next time, I will go for you, you stay at home, accompany mother!"

She yelled loudly, at the top of her lungs.

Kong Hongfang was stunned for a moment standing in the corridor, raised his head, looked at the resolute daughter at the door, the iron and blood on his face faded away, smiled gently, and waved his hands: "Come on!"

As he spoke, he made a grimace.

But he quickly remembered something, and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, this is what I learned last time, and you were just about to enter junior high school at that time."

"I just woke up and haven't reacted yet."

Looking at his daughter, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, Kong Hongfang seemed at a loss for a moment and was very nervous.

He thought about it for a long time...

In the end, he straightened his body fiercely, clenching his fist and hammering his heart: "Qingdingguan, I'll wait for you!"

After finishing speaking, Kong Hongfang walked away and disappeared from his daughter's sight.

Kong Nian'an looked at the back of his father leaving, and did not speak for a long time.

Just quietly imitating his father's movements, clenching his fists, saluting, and muttering to himself: "Qingdingguan, I will go..."

After speaking, she slowly closed the door.

In the room at this time, the mother just sat in the bedroom, looking at the empty bed, feeling a little dazed.

She didn't bother her mother, but went to the kitchen to make dinner, put it on the table, and went back to the room, facing the sandbag again, and continued to train.

Everything seemed to have returned to calm, the only difference was that the person on the bed who had collapsed for four years was gone...

"You can actually tell them about the defects of your awakened object..."

Yuan Qingshan stood at the door of the corridor, looking at Kong Hongfang who had just come down, with a complicated expression.

But Kong Hongfang shook his head silently: "Sometimes, hope...is not necessarily a good thing."

After finishing speaking, Kong Hongfang took a deep breath, his face became completely cold, and he walked out of the corridor with one step.

within the community.

A reserve member looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and let out a loud cry.

"Qingdingguan, welcome the return of General Kong!"

"Qingdingguan, welcome the return of General Kong!"

The sound was continuous and echoed in the air.

(Oh ho ho, God of War returns, [-] soldiers...is there any taste?! Sure enough, the sword is not old, and it has been written for too long. If I don’t explode, I’m afraid you will forget that I am a sweet writer .)