Mr. Zimu

"Instructor Pastor!"

"Instructor Pastor!"

Geng Xinyu and Xuanyuanzhe knelt down.

Three years!

For three years, they thought that Mu Yun had been dead for three years. In the past three years, they have been accompanied by endless thoughts and regrets, and deep regrets!

In the past three years, no one has forced them to practice, but each of them is pushing their limits in order to avenge their mentors.

Tears gradually filled his eyes. The three-tower-like man did not cry at the most difficult moment of building the Tongshen Pavilion. He did not cry when he was bombarded by his opponents, but now he is crying.

"Smelly boys, why cry? The shepherd teacher is back, you still cry!"

Mu Yun laughed and cursed, and patted the shoulders of the three of them.

"Who is crying, the girl is crying!"