The full moon hangs high tonight, even if people are in the mountains without candlelight, the scenery that comes to mind will appear particularly clear.

Jia Rong sat on the grass, holding the lantern that had been turned off in her hand, looking at the fallen trees around her blankly with silky eyes. She felt the strong wind whistling by her ears, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a long time, until a heart-wrenching howling came.

In an instant, Jia Rong shivered, her eyes following the sound, looking at the person who was walking towards him step by step. Even though the night became darker and she could not clearly identify the face of the visitor, the overwhelming murderous aura had already been so overwhelming that the person could not get angry.

Jia Rong was trembling, looking at the gradually approaching figure, her teeth trembled up and down, and her throat seemed to be half-pinched. She was extremely difficult to hold up a word - "Old... Master."

Jia Zhen frowned, and glanced at the little face of the moonlight, and the cold sweat was coming out. Jia Rong was completely stupid when she held the lantern. A sentence inexplicably appeared in her mind, "Men should be pretty, and filial." Thinking of this, Jia Zhen slowly let out a sigh of relief, her mouth opened, trying to make the cold and cruel expression on her face gentler, and easily carried the wild mountain boar famous for being fierce and difficult to catch in the hunter, and said in a deep voice: "I saw it gone? I am not your father! But from now on, it will be your father, oh, your father! Don't call him a master, what a breaking rule. If you beat you up as another servant, you are afraid that your father will give me a dream in the middle of the night."

Jia Rong: “…………”

"Although they are traitors, husbands, lewds, and wives, at least I remember you before leaving. In ancient times, filial piety, I couldn't eat meat? I'll eat this pork myself and I won't give it to you." Jia Zhen said, and started a fire to prepare the barbecue.

"You...you...you...you you..." Jia Rong looked at her father bent down, as if she was holding a knife in her hand. Before he could come back to his senses, there was a strong smell of blood and the divided pork around him.

"Guiguigui..."

"If you beat you up again, do you believe it?" Jia Zhen looked at the food that was close to her, her eyes were fascinated, and she frowned and her eyes were slanted, and Jia Rong, who dared to interrupt his food: "Dare you dare to faint again and try it? Why is your ability to bear is so weak?"

Jia Rong was so scared that she covered her mouth tightly with her hands. He was afraid that the other party would strangle him to death, so she would split him and get the body.

Looking at the cheap son like a little white rabbit, Jia Zhen thought about the causes and consequences of his life, and rubbed his head, "I will try to tell you kindly and patiently. Your father, Jia Zhen, has ruined his ancestors' foundation because of his incompetence, and he repented before his death. Your wife, your father's lover, Qin Keqing, has a bit of fantasy magical power, and his soul has been wandering in the Jia family after his death. Rongning and Ning Mansions were defeated, and Ning Mansions and Rong Mansions were completely extinct. These two aroused the desire for revenge. But they could not start over, so they chose me."

"I want to live, so I agreed to their conditions so that the Jia family can inherit the orderly." When Jia Zhen said the last sentence, he looked at Jia Rong with a picky look.

It's so weak.

Fortunately, Jia Zhen only has one son, and fortunately it is a peaceful time and there are no zombies, otherwise this would be a loss-making deal. As for "Dream of Red Mansions", as for the various things recorded in the original work, it is nothing to do with him. In the doomsday, there are more bullshit things.

He only knew that he had really survived. In the last second, he was betrayed by his most trusted teammate and pushed it out to fight against the zombie group. In the next second, he could live, eat and drink, and that was paradise on earth.

Thinking of the enjoyment of the taste buds this day and the satisfaction of the belly, Jia Zhen’s skinning speed was a little faster, while consciously looking at Jia Rong with charity: “Do you understand?”

Jia Rong subconsciously wanted to shake her head, but when she looked at the shooting, she came over to the knife that looked like a sharp arrow. She nodded quickly and tried hard to open her mouth, her voice was still mute: "I...I understand, don't...Don't kill me."

Jia Zhen rolled his eyes: "What are you doing to kill you? There are not two kilograms of meat. Besides, I'm not at the point of eating people or meat. I'll tell you these things in the whole story, just to make you clear your mind and not to recognize thieves as your father. Don't play with those people in the Rong Mansion if you have nothing to do, do you know?"

"By the way, I have returned it to the teacher in "Dream of Red Mansions". I only remember the general plot. You should first introduce your own situation, such as your interests, hobbies, and friends. To be your father, you have to get to know you first. There are also those strange relatives, and what dynasty are there now?"

"…………Yes.” Jia Rong looked at the burning bonfire, staring at the meat on the wooden rack, which was said to be not his own father, with a serious look on his face. Her eyes shining with a faint green light were like a starving ghost reincarnated. She couldn't help but rub the goose bumps on her body and stuttered: "You...you...you...you go back first, we... can let the servants serve some wine and food, eat and chat."

He is cold!

The mountain wind in October is very cold.

It's definitely not a coward.

"There is no meat in the kitchen." Jia Zhen replied with great regret. Qin Keqing's Iron Kan Temple was not oily. After he penetrated Jia Zhen, even if it was all vegetarian dishes, he ate two tables. Anyway, Jia Zhen was so grand and weird that it was already something that made people talk about for Qin Keqing's funeral. It was normal for him to eat two tables of food.

"And there are ears in the partition walls." Jia Zhen's eyes showed a gloomy look: "Time was tight at that time, and I had limited information. I knew that Qin Keqing seemed to have a problem with his death."

Jia Rong pinched the lantern with her hands, but unfortunately she was spoiled. Even after pinching it for a long time, the lantern did not deform. Instead, her hand was stabbed with a little pain. She was so painful that she sucked the air conditioner. Jia Rong gritted her teeth and said, "Is Keqing the word he took?"

The woman in the boudoir took the word "大" by her elders or husband. Before he married Qin, Qin had already had the word "大大" - Jianmei. Although he heard some rumors, it has been proven that he still couldn't stand the humiliation of such men. But this humiliation was given by his own father, but now his own father is not his own father.

"What's her name if she doesn't call Qin Keqing?" Jia Zhen heard the question, and didn't even move her eyes. She just stared at the pork, and said, "You ancients are just trouble. She... seems to be so beautiful?"

Jia Zhen thought about it hard. At that time, his eyes were red when he killed zombies, and he had only the idea of ​​living. He had no idea about such trivial matters.

This soul is not like the popular time travel novels before the end of the world, which give him a bunch of native memories. Fortunately, he has read the 82 version of "Dream of Red Mansions" with his mother, and occasionally remembers some summary. He also went to school and copied the 800-word reading notes of the four masterpieces for the sake of the exam.

"You...I..." Jia Rong angrily beat the lantern: "He...they..."

Listening to Jia Rong's words with hatred, Jia Zhen looked up at the person, pointed to the tree in the distance, and said, "Go and bump into one? Or cry? Look a little open, don't be pretentious, aren't you still that..."

Looking at the blood-red eyes, although Jia Zhen had not had much of his values ​​and sympathy by the doomsday, she also swallowed up what he wanted to say. In the original work, it seemed that Jia Rong, his father, Jia Lian, and his aunt, Shuangfei.

"We just want to open it. Don't be psychopathic. I don't have time to care about your crisp little heart." Jia Zhen said as he flipped over the piece of meat. He had already smelled the smell of meat, and couldn't help but roll his throat and swallowed.

Seeing this, Jia Rong finally flattened the lantern with both hands and roared angrily: "Eat your meat, big... a big bad ghost!"

"What a bad nickname? Your father, I am the famous Wolf King mercenary commander in the doomsday. He is the boss of the Wind Power, known as the Wind King." Jia Zhen said proudly: "When you were as old as you, I might have been storming the head of a zombie. By the way, how old are you? Don't distract from the topic and answer the previous questions!"

"Two...twenty." Jia Rong was frightened by the last aggravated tone, and had no intention of tangling. "His father gave him a cuckold." He was so frustrated that he had no place to deal with it. His voice trembled and introduced himself first: "I... My name is Jia Rong, 20 years old, born on September 1st. He has no special hobbies. Anyway, he just eats, drinks, and has fun. He occasionally learns to manage housework and tribal affairs. He is friends with Brother Qiang and Uncle Lian. He... He has no friends... He says that even the stone lions in our Ning Mansion are dirty. The children of the same noble and bureaucrats are fine. They don't play with me in private, otherwise they will treat me as a little fat sheep and coax me monthly money. I actually know that I will not be nice to them. The children of other fifth and sixth-rank sesame officials will not play with them, and I will lose my identity."

“…………”

Jia Zhen glanced at Jia Rong who introduced herself seriously and raised the wooden rack to bite the meat. Although the seasoning was a bit bad, the fresh, juicy, and roasted meat was fragrant. He hadn't eaten meat for nine years, and the animals in the doomsday were against the will of heaven. Even if he could hunt mutated chickens, ducks and fish, he would not have the courage to stuff it into his mouth.

While eating meat, Jia Zhen rarely smiled when she was listening to the children of her own cheap sons. He introduced her to me: "My original name is Jia Bang, and now I deserve your father's name. I am a good person. I respect me as much as I respect others. I hate betrayal the most. As long as you don't betray me, your father... Wait, I have such a son at only thirty, so let me accept it."

He has inquired about this Lord Jia Zhen, and this year there are thirty-four.

He bit his flesh and sootheed his old heart. Jia Zhen continued, "I will teach you well and let you have the ability to live independently. From tonight, don't be a boy and be a man. Do you understand? Women are not important, and love is not important. As long as you have a career and your own strength, not to mention women throwing themselves into their arms, men will recommend themselves to pick them for you."

At the end of the day, a hint of hatred flashed across Jia Zhen's eyes. Who hasn't met a loving scumbag?

"Yes... it's the same as you, then..." Jia Rong's eyes burst out with a strange light, which looked particularly shining under the reflection of the bonfire. Jia Zhen became a little curious, nodded in encouragement, and signaled the person to continue talking.

"Can you cut down the trees that both of you can't carry at once?"

"You can't reach this level." Jia Zhen poured cold water without hesitation. In the doomsday, people are also mutating. The level ability gradually increases with the combat and the absorption of zombie crystal nucleus. Before he traveled through time, the wind energy level had reached the highest level S level studied by scientists. If he tried his best and cooperated with the high-tech battle blade, he could cut the mountain like ancient myths and legends. But now, it is only the first-class level B (level cbas is increasing step by step).

He had tried it just now, and tried his best to condense the wind blades that can flatten the trees within 20 meters around at most. The distance that can be heard by the wind is only 200 meters, which is only enough for him to dig a boar nest. Oh, no, he brought this Jia Rong to communicate and heard Wang Xifeng brag with the old nun, and breaking up his marriage for three thousand taels.

Well, from another perspective, it’s just a golden finger. People can still live and have superpowers, which can be considered as killing all directions in ancient times.

"Oh." Jia Rong responded: "But, I... don't need to chop firewood and chop fire to tear the wild boar. Old... I'd better treat me better."

At the end, Jia Rong held the flattened lantern and cried bitterly: "Why? Why ahhhhh! Although the master is a little fierce, he treats me very well! Otherwise, he is so romantic, how could he not even have a concubine's son or daughter, and he has no children in the second wife, and he has no children in the capital! This alone has made many people envious and jealous. I am the only one in Ning Mansion, and he never restricts me to be motivated, and he doesn't deduct my monthly money. He spends whatever he wants. How could he do such a thing? Qin's family is three years older than me. As the saying goes, a girl holds gold bricks in her junior year. Since we got married, she has been gentle and friendly. We have never quarreled and blushed. Why?"

"…………” Then you have to ask Mr. Cao.

Jia Zhen couldn't finish crying for a while, and just lowered her head to eat meat. Although the sissy moaned a little, it was better to cry, and it was better than the mentality of the nest.

After having a perfect and full midnight snack, Jia Zhen glanced at Jia Rong, who was still sobbing in a low voice, couldn't help it: "It's enough, no matter how much crying, I can't change the established facts! Kneel down and kowtow to call my father, we will be reborn from now on."

"You..." Jia Rong raised her eyes and looked at Jia Zhen faintly. He now understood the meaning of his father as a father, but the other party was more fierce than his own father. If...

"You are so fierce, and you are so cold-blooded and indifferent to this kind of thing, and have no moral and ethical concept. What if you catch your daughter-in-law? Then..." Jia Rong cried: "I won't be hurt twice?"

Hearing this, Jia Zhen punched the ground with a punch. He was afraid that he would not be able to control his bad temper, so he raised his hand and turned the wind blade to flatten his son's head.

"Your father, I am gay, the ancient meaning is called Duanxiu, Longyang."

Jia Rong was so scared that she knelt on the ground, not caring that the dead leaves and sand had shaken him all over, and said, "Dad."
Chapter completed!