Chapter 1051 Jiang Yuan: Does he have money but no place to spend it?

Style: Romance Author: Lord DomiWords: 2528Update Time: 24/02/20 15:31:25
Huo Chenyun and Jiang Siheng rushed over to take a look.

What was originally a tall hilltop with dense trees has now turned into a pitted, uneven depression.

The two of them almost "climbed over the mountains and ridges" all the way and finally reached the "battlefield".

Zaizai and Jiangyuan didn't touch the ground at all.

As if they sensed that there was a creature approaching below, the two people who were fighting fiercely disappeared out of thin air in an instant and directly changed the battlefield.

Huo Chenyun was dumbfounded.

"Junior, where are Zai Zai and your zombie father?"

Jiang Siheng was also confused.

"It was still in mid-air just now, and then... swoosh, it disappeared."

Huo Chenyun: "...Whoosh?"

Jiang Siheng nodded.

"right!"

Huo Chenyun: "..."

"Young general, where did they go?"

Jiang Siheng shook his head.

"Uncle Third, I don't know either."

Such terrifying combat power, even if he was an inhuman, he would not be able to detect it.

After speaking, Jiang Siheng immediately tried to contact the zombie father.

As a result, the other party never responded.

Jiang Siheng: "..."

How fierce was the fight, and he didn't even recognize the connection on his side?

Jiang Siheng became even more worried.

Even though Dad used Tai'a sword, Zaizai's fighting ability was really extraordinary.

Even if both of them were immortal, he didn't want both of them to lose their arms and legs.

So Jiang Siheng raised his little head and shouted at the sky at the top of his lungs.

"Zai Zai!"

"dad!"

Huo Chenyun looked at it and simply shouted along.

"Zai Zai! Mr. Jiang, where are you?"

"stop fighting!"

"Zai Zai, fighting will hurt your body! Stop fighting now!"



No response.

Huo Chenyun did not give up and continued to shout.

"Zai Zai! It's time to go home, otherwise your father will be worried about you!"

Jiang Siheng thought of something and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Zai Zai, my second uncle asked you to go home for dinner!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zaizai, who had beaten Jiang Yuan extremely brutally, was in a trembling mood above the dark clouds.

The big, meaningless eyes slowly became illuminated.

"Have a meal?"

Jiang Yuan is in high spirits.

"What to eat? Ming Zaizai, come again!"

Zaizai ignored him, turned around and left.

Jiang Yuan quickly blocked the way.

"Ming Zaizai, come again!"

Zai Zai was annoyed.

"Uncle Jiang, you can't beat Zaizai!"

Jiang Yuan: "That's because Uncle Jiang didn't perform well, come again!"

Zaizai's milky voice reminded him.

"Uncle Jiang, you have said all this..."

Zaizai stretched out his chubby little hand and started counting with fingers.

"One! Two..."

Jiang Yuan held the Tai'a sword in his hand, and there were tens of thousands of undead under the sword. Countless cold evil energies overflowed from the Tai'a sword, and he struck directly at Zaizai.

"That's because you didn't use all your strength, uncle. Come again, look at the sword!"

Zaizainai muttered: "Uncle Jiang, you say the same thing every time."

Jiang Yuan was embarrassed and coughed.

"Zai Zai, Uncle Xinjiang, this is really the last time."

Zai Zai: "But it's time to eat. Dad will be worried until Zai Zai gets back."

Jiang Yuan: "If you go back, they won't be able to eat anymore."

It has to be said that Jiang Yuan pierced Zaizai's little heart.

She really hasn't been able to eat recently.

The family members deliberately avoided her when eating and were sneaky, just like Rabbit Heihei who went to the kitchen to steal food.

Zaizai, who was heartbroken, turned his depression into fighting power, instantly igniting a raging flames of war.

"Uncle Jiang, this is the last time!"

Jiang Yuan nodded.

"good!"

Zaizai turned into a black mist and rushed towards Jiang Yuan.

In the black mist, there were faintly golden ancient inscriptions flashing with an eerie and sinister aura, and the whole air was condensed and terrifying.

Jiang Yuan clicked his tongue.

"Zai Zai, you..."

Zaizai's voice was as cold as ice.

"Uncle Jiang, Zaizai won't show mercy this time!"

Jiang Yuan's expression was solemn as never before, and Tai'a sword began to vibrate.

The rustling cold air turned into the ancient inscriptions flashing around the black mist.

He closed Yuan's eyes, held Tai'a sword tightly, and swept it with all his strength.

Xiao Sha's sword energy rushed toward Zai Zai overwhelmingly.

But in an instant, he heard the sound of the sword being torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yuan felt a sharp pain in his chest, and Zaizai, who was covered in thick fog, appeared in front of him, turning into a plump and soft figure.

"Uncle Jiang, is your heart broken?"

Jiang Yuan: "..."

Zaizai's chubby hand fell to Jiang Yuan's heart.

The chubby little hand just pushed in gently and directly touched Jiang Yuan's broken heart.

Zaizai pursed his lips.

"Uncle Jiang, it's broken."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

He knew it was broken!

What is already broken cannot be broken any more!

Shattered into pieces!

But the key point is... what are those golden words with Yin energy that flashed around Ming Zaizai just now?

Why has he never seen it before?

But from the bottom of my heart, I was afraid of its terrifying evil spirit.

"Zai Zai, what move did you use just now?"

Zaizai: "It's a fighting move."

Jiang Yuan: "No, those words don't look like the underworld characters to me?"

Zaizai was confused.

"What words? Where did the words come from?"

Jiang Yuan was shocked.

"you do not know?"

Zaizai was still talking, and heard Brother Xiaojiang shouting again.

"Zai Zai, it's time for dinner. My second uncle asked you to go home for dinner."

Zaizai's attention was immediately attracted.

"Come on, come on, Zai Zai is here!"

After saying that, he ignored Jiang Yuan and disappeared.

Jiang Yuan: "..."

There is definitely something weird about Ming Zaizai!

Jiang Yuan chased him, but when he was halfway through the chase, he realized that his suit was in tatters and there was a bloody hole in his chest.

How miserable it is.

If it weren't for immortality, he would really be dead right now!

But even if I am immortal, my whole body hurts right now...

Jiang Yuan was in pain and excitement.

He secretly decided that he would have to fight Ming Zaizai again after he recovered from his injuries.

It's been many years since I've played so happily.

He used his remaining strength to quickly heal his wounds, and soon his tattered clothes returned to normal, and even the bloody hole in his chest returned to normal.

As soon as Jiang Yuan landed on the ground, Jiang Siheng, who had already wiped off the blood on Zaizai's face, looked at him hurriedly.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Before Jiang Yuan could speak, Zaizai had already spoken.

"Brother Xiaojiang, Uncle Jiang is very bad. His heart is broken."

Jiang Siheng: "..."

Huo Chenyun: "..."

Jiang Yuan, who wanted to pretend that nothing was wrong: "..."

Huo Chenyun was scared.

"Mr. Jiang, how do you feel now?"

His heart was broken, even if he was a zombie, he was still seriously injured, right?

Jiang Yuan was about to say it was nothing, but when he saw his own son looking at him blankly, he quickly covered his chest with a hand and coughed hard.

Jiang Siheng hurriedly supported him.

"Dad, you..."

Jiang Yuan spoke quickly.

"Dad is in a very bad condition right now. Siheng, please send dad back to rest quickly."

Jiang Siheng nodded hurriedly.

"good."

After saying that, he hurriedly held Zaizai's hand and signaled Zaizai to hold Huo Chenyun's hand.

"Then let's go back quickly. If we don't go back, my second uncle and the others will really worry about us. And it's really dinner time."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

He doesn't want to go back to Huo's Manor!

Huo Papi might even ask him to pay rent when he goes back!

Does he have money but no place to spend it?

But Jiang Siheng didn't give him a chance to refuse. He relied on his good sense of direction and rushed directly to where his third uncle parked his car.

Jiang Yuan: "..."