Chapter 873

Standing at the door, ye Ziheng looks at the familiar door and raises his hand to knock, but his hand can't help hanging in the air.

Four years, four years. I don't know what my parents will look like when I see myself again.

"Dong Dong"

with a heavy heart, ye Ziheng knocked at his home.

"The door is unlocked. Open it."

Inside came his mother's voice. Ye Ziheng held the handle of the door. With a twist, the door opened slowly.

Once in the door, ye Ziheng saw his parents sitting on the sofa watching TV. After hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and looked at ye Ziheng.

"Come back."

Said Ye Ziheng's mother.

"Well, back."

Ye Ziheng nodded and replied.

"Then go and wash the dishes in the kitchen."

Ye Ziheng's mother said again.

Hearing this, ye Ziheng is at a loss.

What! I have been away from home for four years! That's how you react? Am I born to you!

But see their parents still there watching the TV play did not pay attention to their own meaning, ye Ziheng also had to sigh, and then obediently went to the kitchen to wash dishes, as for Xiaokui and Xiaohei are squatting on one side watching TV respectively.

"How long will you stay here this time?"

Ye Ziheng's mother's voice came from time to time. Ye Ziheng washed the bowl in his hand and thought for a while.

"About a month or two."

Ye Ziheng said that although he has done almost everything, there are still a group of martial arts practitioners of heresy here. There is a potential for attack in the five major sects. In a long time, ye Ziheng may be involved in the fight with the martial arts practitioners of heresy.

In addition, ye Ziheng can confirm that the intelligence ability of the martial arts of the cult has reached a state that they are comparable to or even more than the five major sects in terms of the number of people.

Of course, in the world of martial arts, it's not that which side has more people can win, but more importantly, strength.

A strong enemy can be one hundred, but a weak one is a useless man in the battlefield. If he goes up, he will die.

After hearing ye Ziheng's answer, ye Ziheng's mother hesitated for a few seconds, and finally stood up with a sigh.

"What would you like to eat? I'll go out and buy you something to cook."

Ye Ziheng was stunned for a while, and soon a smile appeared on his face, even busy.

"As long as it's made by mom, I like it."

There was a faint smile on his mother's face, but before he could say anything, his father could not sit on the sofa. He looked at ye Ziheng and asked.

"Do you like what your father made?"

Hearing this, ye Ziheng is directly silent. He quickly turns his head and quietly brushes his bowl without speaking.

Seeing this scene, ye Ziheng's father couldn't help but give ye Ziheng a white look.

"Well, I'm out shopping. Let's talk."

Said, then walked out.

I don't know why. At the moment when the door was closed, ye Ziheng seemed to hear a weeping sound. He didn't know where the sound came from. It was very small, but it only existed for a moment. He didn't know whether he heard it wrong, but at last he buried his head and washed his bowl.

Soon, ye Ziheng washed all the dishes, wiped his hands and tidied them up at will. He went to the living room and sat next to his father and watched TV.