Children are afraid of birth.

But once you let them have fun, they will quickly accept you.

Under Jiang Du's order, the day was extremely long on this day, confusing the calendar.

But just play.

The amusement park was not satisfying at all. The three little guys were covered in snacks. Jiang Du took them to visit other high-tech planets.

Or go to the primitive planet to catch giant butterflies, ride a gorilla, touch a giant whale, or play in the river of time.

Finally, the three children were tired from playing.

Jiang Du took the three children back to the place where the electric tricycle was parked. The two boys sat behind and Jiang Guoer was lying in Jiang Du's arms.

Riding a tricycle, facing the setting sun and blowing the evening breeze, I slowly and leisurely slipped towards the Jiang family's ancestral home.

What a wonderful time!

Back home, the whole family was extremely happy and had a sumptuous dinner.

After dinner.

Jiang was lying alone on the rocking chair, watching the three little guys exercising.

The three women each taught their children that this kind of exercise would allow them to better control their own power.

Of course, the effect is very slow, because each of the three children's strength has reached the supreme level, although they are still first-level supreme.

The main reason is that the bloodline is too powerful. Every time Jiang Du breaks through, Pangu Tiandao will take special care of him. In addition, the bloodline is also getting stronger.

So these three three-year-old children are totally going to heaven.

This time, Jiang Du stayed at home for a full year.

A year later, when Jiang Du left again, all three children were in tears.

Jiang Du promised that if nothing unexpected happened, one would come back every year for a period of time. Finally, he sighed in his heart and disappeared.

God!

Jiang Du took the earth between his eyebrows.

In fact, every time Jiang Du comes out after returning home, it feels like a torture. Wenrou Township is the Tomb of Heroes. The ancients certainly did not bully me.

Jiang Du shook his head vigorously, and his figure instantly flew towards the direction of Shatian Mansion.

It is certain that the Cang Cang League will not be able to go back.

Wait, is there anything else you haven't done yet?

Jiang Du thought for a moment, and his body flying at high speed stopped.

What's going on?

Suddenly, Jiang Du patted his head.

Hold the grass, it’s about the fake Buddha!

Dijiang!

The bastard Lai Zhenshi actually created such an exaggerated thing in the Heavenly Alliance, hiding a demon god. Who can stand this?

If it weren't for the system, I'm afraid that I would have been impersonated by someone now, and at the same time, any memory would be read by this thousands of demons.

Let’s first see how the false Buddha is doing now.

On Jiang Du's waist, a badge instantly brightened up, and attachment turned on!

Attachment directly connects all the attachment marks. Among these marks, Jiang Du found the mark on Di Jiang.

Di Jiang is not dead yet, I just don’t know if he has been completely converted.

His figure disappeared into the void.

Soon, his figure appeared next to Di Jiang, but the power of the nightmare was shrouding him.

At this time, Dijiang still looked very miserable. Golden nails were nailed to its body. Behind it, there was a huge Buddha statue, and the nails were nailed to the Buddha statue.

Not only these nails, but also various Sanskrit inscriptions are also attached to Dijiang's body.

Di Jiang's body was falling. If it weren't for the breath of life on it, Jiang Du would have thought that this guy was dead.

The spiritual power spreads in all directions.

This is a dilapidated temple. Although the temple is dilapidated, the Buddha statues are emitting golden light.

However, if you observe carefully, the expressions of these Buddhas seem... a bit scary!

Success?

Or failed?

No trace of Lord Buddha was found.

Forget it, let’s just ask Di Jiang directly!

"Hey, Di Jiang, are you still alive?"

Jiang Du's spiritual power directly resonated deep in Di Jiang's soul.

Otherwise, you can’t say it’s ringing in the back of your mind, right?

Damn it, does it have a brain?

Di Jiang, who was slouching and looking like he was dying, suddenly stiffened.

It seemed that it was hallucinating, and its stiff body slowly relaxed.

"Dijiang!"

Jiang Du shouted again.

In an instant, Dijiang's body shook suddenly, but its wings had been nailed, otherwise its wings would have been waving at this time.

"Jiang Du?

is it you?"

Di Jiang asked impatiently.

"It's me, what's going on with you?"

Jiang Du asked curiously.

"I'm pretty good. Is there any follow-up to "I Can Resist the Hardest Hits" and "This Skill Is a Bit Fake"? Why are they missing when I look at them? Is that the author named Lao Huan you?

Please write to me quickly!"

What Di Jiang said made Jiang Du stunned.

What does it say?

It says it's pretty good?

Jiang Du took a detailed look at Di Jiang again. What a good guy, he had one hundred and eight golden Buddha nails all over his body. There were blood stains on the nails, and various Buddhist curses seemed to be eroding his body.

In such a miserable situation, it actually said that it was living a good life?

"Are you sure you're fine?"

Jiang Du confirmed again.

"Of course I'm fine. Stop talking nonsense. Have you updated it?"

"It's updated, I'll pass it on to you!"

Jiang Du began to transmit to Di Jiang what Lao Huan had written in the past three years.

Di Jiang looked at the change in the number of words and suddenly wanted to flap his wings again.

But not long after, the word count stopped changing.

"Gone?"

Di Jiang said in disbelief.

"Are you still not satisfied with so much?"

Jiang Du was even more unbelievable.

"All in all, it's only two chapters a day. How can I read enough?"

Dijiang seemed to have become a little more menacing.

"You fart, one book has two chapters a day, two books means four chapters a day, four chapters is basically about 10,000 words a day, are you still not satisfied?

You think this author named Lao Guan is made of iron, and he has to conceive plots, code words, and things sometimes happen from time to time. Aren't you satisfied?"

Jiang Du felt a little sorry for Lao Huan.

“Not satisfied, not satisfied at all!”

Dijiang is even more vicious.
To be continued...