Before leaving the house in the morning, Chen Shouyi received an invitation to Xiao Changming's memorial service.

Half a month has passed, and the news about Xiao Changming's death has finally been confirmed by the above.

When Bai Xiaoling delivered it, he couldn't help feeling sad.

As a powerful martial artist or quasi-martialist, his life is still so fragile, no different from others.

Although he is now stronger than Xiao Changming, he is still fragile when facing real danger.

This time it’s Xiao Changming, maybe it’s his turn next time.

Chen Shouyi was originally planning to go to another world to train today as usual, but this invitation suddenly made me feel a little moved. In addition to making myself stronger, life should also have something more worth cherishing.

He immediately changed his mind and went to his parents' restaurant.

"Why are you here?" Chen's mother was mopping the floor and said in surprise when she saw Chen Shouyi.

"Looking at how hard you work, come and help!" Chen Shouyi said with a smile.

"What are you going to do? You don't need to help here." Chen's mother said disgusted. Although she said that, her face felt a little relieved.

When Chen Dawei heard the movement, he walked out of the kitchen with a kitchen knife in his hand: "Why are you free today?"

"There is nothing to do today!" Chen Shouyi said with a dry laugh.

He has been here once since his parents opened this restaurant. As for whether it is profitable or loss, or whether the business is good, he has never asked specifically. After all, such a small restaurant can make more money even if it makes more money.

The annual income is probably not as good as the expenses he spent on arrows in a month before becoming a martial artist.

However, although he was willing to help, he was driven away before he stayed for a long time. According to his parents' words, how could a great warrior do such a thing?

...

Walking on the street, the morning sun has become dazzling.

He suddenly felt a little unaware of what to do.

After he created a book of knowledge, his life became boring and simple, either training or fighting.

However, Chen Shouyi had already become accustomed to it and enjoyed it.

This feeling of feeling of physical strength is addictive and the only way to bring him a sense of security in this troubled times. He wandered around the streets bored for a while.

Forget it, go to another world.

He paused, turned and went home to get his bicycle.

...

The next morning, Chen Shouyi walked into the hotel lobby on the second floor.

The memorial service was officially hosted, and many people from the military and provincial and municipal governments came.

Xiao Changming's wife and daughter were wearing mourning clothes to greet the guests. Xiao Changming's wife looked much older than Xiao Changming. From her face, she was in her forties, with crow's feet on the corners of her eyes and heavy bags on her eyes. Her daughter should be a junior high school student, with bright eyes and kind-hearted face.

An emcee looked at taking the invitation letter and whispered:

"This is the provincial security general counsel, Chen Shouyi, Mr. Chen, and is your husband's colleague."

"Sad to be sad and follow the changes!" Chen Shouyi put a white bag on the plate of the etiquette lady next to him according to the custom.

Xiao Changming's wife and daughter bowed together.

Chen Shouyi quickly avoided it slightly.

In the hall, a black and white photo was placed on the rostrum, with a black ashes underneath.

However, Xiao Changming's body was not found, and it should be just some relics inside, just as a symbol.

After a ceremonial lady came forward to help out with black cloth flowers, Chen Shouyi bowed in front of the portrait.

"You are here too." Qin Liuyuan walked over and said.

"Yeah!" Chen Shouyi nodded.

"I didn't expect Xiao Changming to die too!" Qin Liuyuan sighed: "This is a martial artist."

In just one year, from Fang Shengjie, Cao Zhenhua, Cui Ziwen, and then to Xiao Changming, the great warriors of the same era as him have all disappeared one by one. Now only he has the only martial artist Lei Ruiyang who has also taken divine blood.

It made him sigh.

"A martial artist is not a god, and even a god will die." Chen Shouyi said.

"Yes, life is fragile."

Not long after, Lei Ruiyang also came in and stood with a group of military forces. The two looked at each other from the air, then they each withdrew their gaze.

...

The memorial service began soon.

The host first introduced the leaders who attended the memorial service one by one.

The highest-ranking official came from a high-ranking official, followed by the commander of the Hedong City garrison troops, the deputy mayor of Hedong City, and then Lei Ruiyang and Chen Shouyi.

"...Lei Ruiyang, Director of the Martial Arts Notarization and Discipline Inspection Department, and Chen Shouyi, General Consultant of Provincial Safety..."

Qin Liuyuan, who was standing next to him, looked at Chen Shouyi with a surprised look on his face.

Although they are also general consultants, a general consultant of the municipal safety and a general consultant of provincial safety, the status of each word is very different. You can tell the difference between them without thinking about it.

Many military warriors who had seen Chen Shouyi looked at him secretly with shock. If it weren't for the memorial service at this time, the atmosphere would have been solemn, and there would have been a stir.

Young and powerful!

It added a layer of mystery to him.

...

After the memorial service.

Chen Shouyi and the provincial and municipal leaders who came here responded briefly and walked out of the hall with Qin Liuyuan.

With his current strength, he no longer needs to be trembling.

Even if he has any opinion, he cannot change his status.

"Are you a martial artist?" Qin Liuyuan asked, with a hint of awe on his face. Perhaps it was because of psychological factors, standing next to Chen Shouyi gave him a strong sense of depression.

"Things that happened not long ago have not been certified well." Chen Shouyi said lightly.

Seeing Chen Shouyi admitting, Qin Liuyuan's emotions were complicated and the taste was hard to describe.

How long has it been?

The other party is less than twenty years old!

He asked himself that he was working hard and never relaxed in training for a day, but compared to the other party, he was almost as old as a dog.

...

At this time, Xiao Changming's daughter trotted out of the hall.

"Chen...Uncle Chen!

"Uncle Chen!"

...

At first, Chen Shouyi had not reacted. It was not until he called him three times that he realized that he was calling him. Xiao Changming's daughter looked only fourteen or fifteen years old, and was not a few years younger than him. Unexpectedly, she had become an uncle without realizing it: "Do you have something to ask me for?"

"My mom wants to discuss with you if you have something to do!"

Chen Shouyi was a little confused. He and Xiao Changming were not familiar with him, so what could he discuss with him?

But he still said to Qin Liuyuan: "You go first, and we will talk about it next time."

"Okay, you're busy!" Qin Liuyuan subconsciously used a respectful title.

Soon Chen Shouyi and the girl walked back to the memorial service.

Xiao Changming's wife has red eyes:

"Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, I'll bother you!"

"It's okay, I don't know what you want to discuss with me." Chen Shouyi said.

"Mengmeng, don't listen!" Xiao Changming's wife sent her daughter away before speaking. After her daughter left, she wiped her tears and said incoherently: "Actually, I think Lao Xiao is not dead yet, but just missing. He is such a powerful person, and he is still a martial artist. Before his mission, he said that he would definitely come back...

You are his colleague, please save him..."

Chen Shouyi was silent: "Sister-in-law, please beg for the change!"
Chapter completed!