Cold Night

Qin Feng was an undefeatable divine master. He was reincarnated 3000 years ago and back to his wife and daughter.
At that time, Qin Feng had just partnered up with his friend to start a company. He was deep in debt and lived through the day by consuming an insane amount of alcohol.
His cute daughter was completely disappointed in him and his wife wanted a divorce.
Now that he had a chance to live that life once again, he wanted to stop doing things that he had once regretted.
He wanted to protect his wife and daughter, and give them the happy life they should have got years ago.
He did not care if he would not become the Qingyun Immortal again. All he wanted was to let his wife and daughter see hope, to bring back his broken family, and correct the mistakes he had made. For those, he was willing to sacrifice everything. And he would, because his past experience as the Qingyun Immortal in the cultivation world had granted him with unpredictably magical skills to deal with all the barriers he might have run into on the way to his goal.

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    The young man couldn't help but say, " I say, pretty lady, this kind of thing happens too often. No one cares about it and we can't do anything about it. Who would want to buy a high-priced ticket? "


  "No one will care, I will." At that moment, Lin Xiaoxiao hurried over and said to them, ""This old man is right in front of you. I'll beat him up right now and let him know what happens to bad people."


  As he spoke, Lin Xiaoxiao rushed over and grabbed the old man. Just as she was about to make a move, the old man chuckled and said, ""Little girl, if you dare to fight with me, I'll make you suffer the consequences."


  The old man suddenly tilted his head and shouted,"he hit someone, he hit someone." &Nbsp;


  "You're a thief crying thief." Lin Xiaoxiao slapped him and the old man fell to the ground, spitting out blood. This was not an act. He had been hit for real.


   someone hit me. Cough, cough, cough. Someone hit me. Help.  The old man shouted as he lay on the ground.


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