My identity as an ancient celestial master was exposed by yearning

Huang Lei silently supported his forehead.

Father!Your performance is really quite clumsy!

But he didn't dare to say what was in his heart, so he could only smile wryly:

"Okay, it's almost time for bed, everyone go back to their respective rooms."

Huang Lei didn't dare to continue listening.

He was afraid that the old man would expose something about his past again.

Everyone's hearts could hardly bear it.

"Sister, go back to your room first."

He Jiong turned off the light in the living room and was the last one to walk up the stairs.

It was dead of night outside.

Only the rustling sound of insects.

In the distance, there are sporadic lights.

hide in the dark.

The mushroom house is upstairs.

"Grandpa, shall I tap your back?"

Peng Yuchang pestered Xiao Chen and insisted on sleeping with him.

"Okay."

Xiao Chen knew that this kid still wanted to hear the story.

So he nodded in agreement.

It just so happens that he has nothing to say about many things in ancient times.

The right is to tell the younger generation a fantasy story.

After returning to the room.

Xiao Chen was lying on the bed, and Peng Yuchang sat on the edge of the bed and pressed his shoulders.

"It is said that in ancient times, aura was abundant, and ten thousand ways coexisted..."

This story is very long, so long that Xiao Chen almost forgot it.

If it weren't for Peng Yuchang, he would always be amazed

Xiao Chen almost forgot that he was once a ruthless person who shocked the world.

"Grandpa, was there really such a powerful person in ancient times?"

Peng Yuchang couldn't help asking questions.

"Do you wish there were?"

Xiao Chen asked calmly.

"Hope! I especially like reading Xiuxian and fantasy novels. The scenes depicted in them are too grand and spectacular!"

Peng Yuchang said excitedly.

"It turns out that modern people look at practitioners in this way..."

Xiao Chen muttered something to himself.

"Hey? Grandpa, why do you say that, aren't you a modern person?"

Peng Yuchang caught a loophole.

"No, Grandpa, I'm just talking casually."

Xiao Chen came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head.

At this moment, there were slight footsteps outside the room.

Then came Zhang Zifeng's voice.

"Grandpa, are you asleep?"

"Nope."

"I just cut a watermelon, can I serve it to you?"

"Okay."

Afterwards, Zhang Zifeng walked in with a bowl of watermelon in his hands.

After seeing Peng Yuchang on the bed, she couldn't help but pouted and said:

"Brother! You interrupted Grandpa's rest again!"

"I...I'm here to give grandpa a massage!"

Peng Yuchang faltered and argued.

"Bah! I guess you must be pestering grandpa to tell you fantasy stories again!"

Zhang Zifeng was ice-snow smart and guessed what he was thinking right away.

"Oh, sister, there is no camera to take pictures now, what's the matter with asking grandpa to tell the story?"

Peng Yuchang could only beg for mercy kindly.

"Then I want to listen!"

Zhang Zifeng handed the watermelon to Xiao Chen and Peng Yuchang, and then sat on the bed.

Subsequently.

An old man and two children sat side by side, eating watermelon with relish.

"Grandpa, is the watermelon sweet?"

Zhang Zifeng tilted his head to look at Xiao Chen and asked.