That's Jiang Wu'an!

It's not some so-called genius raised in a greenhouse.

It is a true military achievement of fighting through a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, from the bottom to the top step by step, and fighting with swords and guns on the battlefield.

He survived such a dangerous battlefield as Faxia.

After fighting for thousands of miles with the ancestors of Wusheng Cult, he became the final winner.

I have been to the lost world, to the wilderness, and to the floods.

He has walked out of so many desperate situations.

Now he is stronger than ever.

How come something happened on the first day I went to the demon world?

Why can't I never come back as soon as I meet you, Ji Zhaonan?

If the Demon Realm is such a dangerous place, and Frostwind Valley is such a dangerous place... then why is Jiang Wang dead and you alive?

You said that you Ji Zhaonan is innocent.

How do you ask others to write letters?

"Ah."

Ji Zhaonan chuckled for no reason.

If he were not Ji Zhaonan himself, it would be difficult for him to believe in Ji Zhaonan's innocence.

If anyone took a picture of his smile.

I can write another article in a few days——

"The first thing Ji Zhaonan did after finishing the interrogation and leaving Beiya was to go to the Wu'an Marquis' Mansion to demonstrate. After being stopped by Bowang Marquis, he showed a proud smile..."

All these ridiculous and boring things passed through my mind.

Ji Zhaonan finally sighed again.

It's been a cold year, and the frosty wind is blowing. There are fewer pedestrians on the street, making it inevitably look deserted.

He walks alone.

He was not afraid of anything, nor did he feel aggrieved.

He endured everything.

There are just a few...

Lonely.

Being in my hometown is actually colder than other places.

He took a few steps forward, then stopped again.

At the other end of the long street, there were two people waiting for him.

A very tall young man in military uniform, with a slightly elongated face, a high nose and deep eyes, was pushing a wooden wheelchair. Sitting on the wheelchair was a man with meticulously styled hair and a gentle and friendly expression.

"What are you doing?" Ji Zhaonan's expression turned serious and he raised his eyebrows.

"I was just wandering around, and I just happened to come here." The man with an old blanket on his knees said: "This kid was just lifted from the ban. He said he wanted to go to Linzi so much, and he still had to drag me along the streets and alleys every day.

I'm shopping..."

His voice was gentle, and there was a very reassuring power in it.

He said: "Let's go, we've almost finished our shopping. Let's go home together on the way."

Ji Zhaonan looked at Wang Yiwu again.

The once arrogant Wang Yiwu.

After losing to Jiang Wang and being kicked out of Linzi, after three years of hard work, his sharpness is not what it used to be, and his whole person is much calmer. However, his straight spine and steps as measured as a ruler can still show his arrogance.

Sex and self.

At this time, facing the gaze of his senior brother, he just turned the wheelchair silently, shook his head, and signaled "Follow me."

It’s really neither big nor small.

Ji Zhaonan felt his fists became itchy.

He took his time and followed behind them.

They are not related by blood, but they are so close.

They have different personalities, but they have always been...a family.

…

…

"Should this singing and dancing class be disbanded?"

In the house of Marquis Wu'an, Chong Xuansheng held a thick account book, sketched on it, and said to himself: "Forget it, I will set up a memorial tablet tomorrow and let them sing and dance every day. Anyway, I hope my brother will like it."

"

Yi Shishi, who had been silent until now, said: "He doesn't like to see it."

Chong Xuansheng asked: "How do you know he doesn't like to watch? Why did he bring it all the way back from the grassland if he doesn't like to watch?"

"Brother Wang only likes to practice." Shi Shi said.

"Whatever." Chongxuan Sheng said, "That's the arrangement. He can't be stubborn with me now anyway."

Fourteen then said nothing.

"Hey." Chong Xuansheng said again: "Do you think we have a funeral for him here, spending a lot of money, and he suddenly comes back? That would be quite scary, right?"

"Will he come back? You can't really say he's dead, right? He didn't look at the body. Bob Zhao didn't look at the body either... Bah!"

"Ji Zhaonan...maybe intentionally, maybe unintentionally. I won't think the best of him. Why should I think the best of him? Wang Yiwu harmed you, Ji Zhaonan harmed Jiang Wang. I won't settle this debt.

Just wait and see! Just wait and see..."

He was talking to himself and pacing back and forth.

I took a writing brush and scratched left and right. The usually clear accounts became more and more confusing for some reason.

"How did the Wu'an Hou Mansion do this? What kind of bad accounts did it record!"

He slammed the account book and threw it on the desk.

He walked out in a few steps and said to the little skinny monkey outside the study: "I asked you to practice calligraphy and calligraphy as your master told me. Why are you always hanging around my place!?"

Chu Yao looked at Chong Xuan Sheng nervously, but still mustered up the courage to say: "Master...when will he come back?"

"He's dead. He's been beaten to death. He won't come back." Zhong Xuansheng waved his hand impatiently: "Go away - hey! Why are you still holding on?"

Chu Yao stood there stubbornly, just shaking his head stubbornly: "I don't believe it! My master is invincible in the world. He is the only one who can kill others, and no one else can kill him!"

"How far can you see? Why do you say you are invincible? You beat this one to death and that one all day long. Who can you beat?" Chong Xuansheng raised his foot to kick him, but when he saw Chu Yaochu didn't move, he

He put his feet down again with great difficulty.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at Chu Yao and said: "Now that we're talking about this, I'm going to tell you something seriously today, little bastard. You are Brother Wang's direct disciple, and I won't give you a single cent of what I should give you.

Miss you. Just as your master treated you before, I will treat you the same way. But you don’t have any thoughts that you shouldn’t have. I hope that my brother still has his family, and I hope that my brother’s family fortune will be taken care of in the future.

Leave it to her. Do you understand?"

As he spoke, he became angry again: "No, why are you so tight-lipped? Are you still aggrieved? Do you think I haven't given you enough?"

"I do not want anything!"

Right in front of him, this stubborn and strong skinny monkey suddenly couldn't stop crying and cried loudly: "I want Master! I want Master! I want Master!!"

Crying and shouting, he kicked Zhong Xuan Sheng, then turned around and ran away.

"What kind of disciple does Jiang Wang teach?" Chong Xuansheng pointed at the boy's back and said to the silent Shi Shi next to him: "There is no etiquette at all, just like him! Heir to the brave family!"

Fourteen said nothing.

Zhong Xuan Sheng slowly sat down. His fat body made this movement not easy for him.

Dressed in fine clothes, he was sitting on the threshold of the study.

His voice lowered, and he said a little aggrievedly: "How can I tell a child this?"

Fourteen sat down next to him silently and leaned gently on his shoulder.
Chapter completed!