Old Ancestor: Thrown Out By The Nanny From The Start

Song Yuan worked as a free teacher in the mountains for six years!

From her hands, she taught one class after class of students and walked out of the mountains!

But now, she can't hold on anymore. Her belief is gone. Persistence, this matter is very meaningful, but for her, it has no meaning.

"teacher!"

"Teacher! Teacher!"

"Teacher, don't go! Where are you going!"

The children ran out of the classroom one after another, looking at Song Yuan with tears in their eyes.

Two elders from the village found that the situation was wrong and walked over staggeringly, "Mr. Song, you... what are you? What are you doing?"

"Grandma Li, Grandma Wu, thank you for taking care of you all these years! I... I'm leaving! I'm sorry! I can't teach here anymore."

Song Yuan cried and ran out of the mountain village, and walked resolutely towards the outside of the mountain.

……

Things like Song Yuan and Song Chenggong are happening all over the country.

"I'm sorry everyone, I can't fulfill my promise!"

"Director Song, you can leave as you wish? Didn't you say you wanted to lead our village to become rich? It's starting to improve now, why?"

"Because, I am a member of Haotian Sanbu, a member of the Song Family Empire! I have to go back and give our ancestors the last ride!"

……

"Brother Song, can't you do it if you don't go? What will we do if you go!"

"I miss you too, but I have to go! Goodbye, everyone!"

……

The Song family summoned the order, the Song family must return.

Song Zhanlong watched the videos sent by various bases across the country!

Heart like a knife twisted.

In the video, the trolls slapped themselves on the face, and the members of Haotian III burst into tears, all of which were moved.

Song Qingge's eyes were swollen from crying.

"Grandpa Song! We...are we really going to kill them? They already knew they were wrong, can you just let them go?"

Song Yuancheng said: "Yes, Uncle Song, just let them go, I beg you! Sixty-eight million people have now apologized and are willing to accept any punishment from Haotian III. Our ancestors taught us to To be tolerant of others, to be spared and to be spared, do we really need to hold on to it?"

Song Zhanlong sighed and asked, "Who else hasn't arrived?"

"It's all here. The people from Bingyuan in the northern district and Song Tianshen in the southern district are already waiting outside."

"What did they say? What do they mean?"

"They respect your intentions, but if possible, they still hope you can let these people go. They don't want the Song Family Empire to be in turmoil, so they didn't come in for fear of arguing with you."

Song Zhanlong nodded slightly and said, "I see. Yuan Cheng, start the final plan. Those people... all... let go!"

Song Yuancheng was overjoyed and immediately nodded: "Okay! Thank you Uncle Song! Thank you Uncle Song!"

Song Yuanying got up, rushed to the crowd and announced loudly, "Let's start!"

"Start!"

"Start!"

Everyone relayed the sound transmission and passed on the order.

Song Zhanlong looked sad and walked out the door with everyone.

Came to Song Qingge's villa.

Song Haizhou has already put on Song Yuancheng's "imperial robe", gold silk satin, and nine dragons.

And Song Haotian's remains were also carefully decorated by Song Haizhou.

Looking through the window, seeing Song Zhanlong and others waiting outside, Song Haizhou said with a sad face, "Old Ancestor, I'm waiting, I'm here to see you off!"

Song Yuancheng shouted from outside the villa, "Uncle Song, I'm waiting to pick up the old ancestors on the road!"

The voice fell, and sixteen people from the Song Family Empire carried a huge flower garden to the courtyard of the villa.

Song Haizhou held Song Haotian's body and walked out slowly.

Everyone started to put Song Haotian's body into the diamond crystal coffin in the center of the flowerbed.

"We're going to bury our ancestors in the place closest to the sky! Listen to all the people of the Song Family Empire, this time, it's all voluntary, you can go, you can go, don't force, don't force! If you don't want to go. , just stay here!"

After speaking, Song Zhanlong turned around and walked through the crowd, with an expression on his face, no worries in his heart!

……

Online!

After the computer and mobile phone were restored, the Internet was instantly boiling.

"Damn it, have everyone's computers and mobile phones gone wrong? Or is it just me?"

"You must think too highly of yourself! The whole Internet cafe here is like this. I can tell you responsibly that you are not alone in this situation!"

"I didn't expect that Mr. Song contributed so much! We... are we a little sorry for Mr. Song?"

"A little bit? What is a little bit? That's very sorry, okay!"

"Hey, we are so damned! Shen Xingyi is even more damned! If we could stand up and help Mr. Song at the time, would it be... would it be different?"

"Who knows what happened at that time! Alas!"

The fish that slipped through the net of the nine-year obligation: "Friends, look, this is what I just photographed!"

Suddenly, a netizen named "Nine Years of Obligation slipped through the net" posted a video!

In the video ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ 16 people carry a huge flowerbed. In the center of the flowerbed is a diamond and crystal coffin. A person is lying in the coffin!

An old man!

Wearing a golden imperial robe, but the appearance of this old man can still be recognized at a glance!

The current Song Haotian is too famous to even recognize him.

Behind Song Haotian, a large group of people followed closely, at least there were hundreds.

The group of people all looked solemn and solemn, and slowly followed behind the diamond and crystal coffin in the flowerbed.

"What are they going to do?"

"I do not know!"

"Ah? Has anyone said before that Haotian III will coexist with Mr. Song?"

"Damn it, don't scare me! If you say that, then...then are they going to be buried with you?"

"No way!"

"Fuck, is it true? I'm so nervous when I hear it!"

……

"Everyone, I am the host of the Nanling Television Association, Lingling."

"It can be seen that there are more than 9,000 people following Mr. Song Haotian's coffin and heading west. I don't know what they want to do!"

"Looking at their direction, they should be heading straight for the desert!"

Haotian III has now become the most concerned thing in the whole country.

Some netizens speculated, "Aren't they really going to be buried with them?"

"It's hard to say! No, we can't let him do this, we have to find a way to stop them!"

"Think of a way? What way? Who else can stop them now?"

Several helicopters landed next to Song Zhanlong, and Li Tianheng was the first to descend.

"Song Zhanlong, what do you want to press?"