Urban Cultivation: The master who has overcome the tribulation is reborn

a long time.

Wei Qingyun was just awakened by the sound of his cell phone ringing and vibrating.

He looked around in confusion, and then realized that he was still in the car, but the man in the driver's seat had disappeared.

Retracting his slightly cold wrist, the young man turned his head and said hesitantly: "Dad, when did I fall asleep? Where is Cao...Cao Zhifeng?"

Wei Jidong cleared his throat with a dry cough, with a rather unnatural look in his eyes, "You didn't sleep all night yesterday, and you had an argument with Lao Cao again. If you could last until half an hour before going to bed, you are already full of energy."

What he said was a little awkward, but Wei Qingyun's brain was pretty good, and he roughly understood that he should have slept for about half an hour.

"Any more questions?"

After all, Wei Qingyun still retains a bit of youthful vitality in his bones. His eyes fell on the cell phone that was no longer vibrating on the driver's seat, and there was a little worry in his eyes.

He only slept for thirty minutes, but Cao Zhifeng stayed in that half-dead state for at least more than an hour before he went to bed.

After waking up, I didn't see the other person, and I was a little worried that this guy couldn't bear the blow and did something stupid.

It is true that she resented Cao Zhifeng for killing Wei Ting, but after learning that Cao Zhifeng's daughter was unfortunately killed in a car accident, the resentment that was originally as rootless as duckweed has faded a lot.

If possible, Wei Qingyun still hopes that nothing unexpected will happen.

When the Luo brothers and sisters died, he could only feel happy in his heart, and he had no thought of killing them or showing mercy.

The reason why he didn't know his attitude toward Cao Zhifeng was because he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, but he also truly felt that the other person was a good person.

"Here, over there." Wei Jidong did not turn his upper body, but just pursed his lips towards the right rear, signaling his son to look back.

Wei Qingyun then supported the seat with his hands, turned around and half-knelt on the seat to look at the rear windshield.

The glass looked a little hazy under the influence of the fog, but one could vaguely see a figure standing in the distance.

Even through the mist on the glass, the young man felt a bit of desolation and loneliness.

He frowned, pondered for a long time, and suddenly reached for the car door handle.

Before the car door opened, Wei Jidong's voice was heard: "Don't go."

Before Wei Qingyun could respond, he continued, "Let Lao Cao be alone for a while. He has a heavy burden on his shoulders and will not do stupid things easily."

"But..." Wei Qingyun blinked rapidly several times, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted again.

"But what?" Wei Jidong's hoarse voice became louder, and the look between his brows became unquestionable.

"It doesn't make any sense for you to go over now. It will only make Lao Cao feel more guilty."

After Wei Qingyun heard this, his expression changed several times, and finally he let go of the hand holding the door handle.

He actually understood Wei Jidong's subtext, that is, his appearance in front of Cao Zhifeng at this moment would only remind him of Wei Ting, and the guilt in his heart would be magnified again.

Guilt itself is just a simple psychology, but once it is mixed with a state of ashes, no matter who it appears, it can be called an irresistible death.

"One mouthful of Cao, I think it won't be long before you are corrupted by Cao Zhifeng's sugar-coated bullets."

I understand, but it doesn't stop Wei Qingyun from curling his lips in a weird way.

Wei Jidong did not get angry this time. He just sighed and said in a sympathetic tone: "Old Cao is also a miserable man!"

……

The rustling breeze could not cool Cao Zhifeng's heart.

As the saying goes, when a person is hurt, his body will be bruised and his heart will be riddled with holes.

But this is not the case with Cao Zhifeng.

His heart cannot be called riddled with holes, but it is completely penetrated from one end to the other, leaving only a big bloody hole.

Since Cao Jinshi was born, Cao Zhifeng has been responsive to her baby daughter's requests and has shown great concern for her.

Later, due to work reasons, he often neglected to take care of his daughter, so that he always felt guilty.

This led to Cao Zhifeng knowing that some of Cao Jinshi's actions were inappropriate, but he still couldn't bear to reprimand and reject them.

For example, when he secretly followed him to the Winding Mountain Highway, Yaju Tea House, and a series of other things, Cao Zhifeng actually felt like Ming Jing, but he couldn't take a too tough attitude to preach.

He was also used to Cao Jinshi always finding some harmless trouble for himself out of nowhere.

However, Cao Zhifeng never thought that one day he would completely lose his daughter, losing that irritable child who could never say a few words and would have a bad temper and get angry.

Yes, he never thought about it.

But Cao Jinshi's departure has clearly become an established fact, just on the national highway where he was, just two hours and seventeen minutes ago.

His daughter left forever.

Cao Zhifeng stood blankly on the edge of the road, his eyes blank, as if even his breathing had stopped.

His skin spontaneously broke out into goosebumps due to the cold feeling.

Cao Zhifeng seemed unaware. He only twitched the corners of his eyes from time to time, but his tear glands seemed to have no reaction.

He was obviously extremely sad, but he couldn't cry.

He dazedly wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, spread his fingers out in front of him and looked at it.

After a while, Cao Zhifeng grinned with a chilling smile.

The corners of his brows and eyes seemed to be stuck together, and there was no reaction that should have occurred when a smile appeared. He could only squeeze his face to match the corners of his mouth and form a lifeless smile.

"Deng Yong is dead." Cao Zhifeng murmured in a dry voice while laughing.

"Jin Shi is dead too."

"Jin Shi is dead too."

"Hahaha!" He laughed louder and louder, and soon he seemed to be laughing so hard that he was almost breathless. He half-bent over and propped his legs with his hands to retching.

"Ugh -" Cao Zhifeng retched several times, unable to spit out anything except sour water in his throat.

He clapped his hands vigorously while retching, as if applauding his own experience.

"Yeah!"

"You two go ahead of me to accompany Xiao Yan..." Cao Zhifeng's palms turned red. He retched until the end, and his voice became softer.

He put his red palms into his arms and pulled out his necklace.

The lucky coin in his pocket watch was pierced by a bullet, and because of this, it also blocked the fatal blow to his heart.

At the moment when the lucky coin was penetrated, Cao Zhifeng witnessed a young female student die in front of him.

Not long after this cup of lucky coins was penetrated, the treasure he hit broke into pieces that could no longer be put back together.

Cao Zhifeng held the lucky coin tightly with his hand. The end of the bullet hurt his palm but he didn't feel it. Instead, he squeezed it tighter and tighter.

Through the sunlight that had never penetrated the clouds, he seemed to see a familiar figure.

That face was as heroic as when he was young, with an extremely bright smile.

"Jin Shi..." Cao Zhifeng was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand to the sky, and held it with his fingers. He couldn't tell the truth from the false for a moment.

Dad, live well, I will block this disaster for you.