It was another arduous journey through mountains and rivers. After more than a month, Su Yi sighed in his heart while standing in front of the gate of Prince Wanyan's Mansion.

Come back...

After more than a year, I went around and circled around outside for a long time and finally returned to this starting point. However, when I left, I was just an ordinary thin boy who was not good at martial arts. At this time, I was standing here with a martial arts master who could be ranked first even in the martial arts world.

Su Yi suddenly had a rush to return to the novice village with a full-level large number...

While standing at the gate, a servant suddenly walked out of the door, holding a broom in his hand, as if he was about to clean the outside of the door. Seeing a mistress standing outside, he immediately wanted to speak to drive the person away. But after looking at it again, he immediately exclaimed: "Little Prince? Isn't this the Little Prince?"

Su Yi clenched his ears and thought to himself that I had only lived in the royal palace for only three days, and I was called the little prince by only a handful of times. But why did I miss this so much when I heard this shout?

After thinking for a long time, Su Yi finally came to the conclusion that it was not because the man was not powerful, but only the enemy's sugar-coated shells were too amazing. Xiao Wang~ Master~ Such an ecstasy title cannot be missed by others...

While he was in a daze, the servant rushed back in panic, and then a loud noise came out in the yard.

"The little prince is back home!"

With the momentum of the Japanese entering the village, after a scattered sound, countless chaotic footsteps sounded, dozens of servants rushed out, knelt down respectfully at Su Yi, and said in unison: "Welcome the little prince back to his house!"

"Uh... get up, don't kneel down." Su Yi said calmly.

"yes!"

Dozens of people stood up in unison, then lined up in two rows, standing respectfully on both sides of Su Yi, waiting for him to return home.

This feels ~ good~!

Su Yi smiled slightly and took a step to enter the door, but suddenly a gust of fragrant wind came. Before he could react, he was already trapped in a warm embrace. A strange but extremely nostalgic fragrance came into his nose, and then he heard a choked sound.

"Kang'er, my good luck, you're finally back... Mom misses you so much..."

Su Yi's arm stalemate for a moment, then slowly hugged the figure, and for a moment he was filled with hearts, not knowing whether it was embarrassment or joy...

Until now, he finally understood why he had only lived here for three days but was so nostalgic about it, because the person who was the best person in this world to treat him is here...

Qiu Chuji is very good to Su Yi, but Su Yi is sure that if he dares to do something to commit crimes, he will definitely be the first to jump out to clean up the door, not to mention Yang Tiexin. He doesn't care about anyone except Guo Jing now. It really makes people want to doubt Guo Jing's identity as his own father...

Only Bao Xiruo, Su Yi knew that no matter what mistake he made, she would tolerate it. Even if she wanted to set fire to the house, she would definitely set up a ladder as soon as possible. This unscrupulous spoiling makes people indulge in such a way!

Su Yi has no awkwardness in his identity at this moment. After all, didn’t the main god say it? Su Yi is Yang Kang, but his memory has been erased. Some people feel so good about it, so why do you have to dialectically ask the question of dialectical identity?

A soul who is almost three years old will naturally not talk about what grievances he has suffered, what losses he has suffered, and then seek comfort. It is the basic principle that he has reported good news but not bad news. Su Yi did not mention it at all after half a year of hard work. He just talked about how Qiu Chuji was considerate to him, how he practiced hard, and how he gained recognition from everyone through his efforts.

When he heard that Su Yi became the top four of the three generations of Quanzhen Sect disciples, Bao Xiruo covered his mouth in surprise, and was so happy that he almost cried with joy.

Looking at Bao Xiruo's son who finally had a promising look, Su Yi thought to himself that I want to tell you now that I am so skilled in martial arts. Even if Master Qiu comes here now, we can still fight him with him. Then wouldn't you faint happily?
Chapter completed!