"Come on, I'll take it back now, who will pay it back!"

His eyes were sharp, and his essence was as sharp as the sharpest of swords.

"Today, I also give you a choice, if he doesn't kneel, he will give six lives!"

The voice fell, as if it had triggered a twelve-level tsunami.

At this time, Zheng Shaoqiu was like a mammoth giant, and his body was so imposing that it made people change color.

The Qin family, as if they had seen a ghost, was silent, and they didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

The soul is lost......

At this moment, the fourth brother, who was like an iron tower, strode forward, and the urn was angry, like a muffled thunder: "I will pay you back!"

Zheng Shaoqiu glanced at him lightly, and said disdainfully: "You, you are not qualified!"

"Karma, not at all, I want the life of the Qin family!"

At this moment, everyone was speechless in shock.

The old god of war turned a blind eye to everyone's reactions, and walked towards Zheng Shaoqiu step by step.

Zheng Shaoqiu's face, expression, and body shape are constantly rotating and magnifying......

At this time, the old god of war seemed to have returned to that night when the wind was raging, in that dilapidated temple, and the blood flowed like a river......

Zheng Shaoqiu's face became extremely kind, and it coincided with the shadow in the depths of his memory......

In an instant, the old god of war had stopped his tears, and once again uncontrollably poured out, he cried very sadly, just like the helpless little boy back then: "Engong ......"

At this moment, Xia Lao put his hands on the wheelchair, slowly stepped forward, stared at Zheng Shaoqiu with slightly gloomy eyes, and roared: "Little thing!"

"He's the god of war!"

Zheng Shaoqiu turned his head suddenly when he heard this, and two cold rays hit him straight over: "Without my Zheng family, there would be no name for him as the god of war!"

Xia Lao grabbed his crutches violently and slammed them on the ground, then held his cheeks with both hands, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

One-step......

Two-step ......

The old god of war's steps were very slow, but they were getting stronger and stronger.

He looked at Zheng Shaoqiu in a daze, his eyes were soft, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

Although he was laughing, he gave people an extremely strange feeling, and the old age spots on his face were like brown spiders, hideous and terrifying.

At this time, his eyes were full of joy of reunion, which was joy from the bottom of his heart.

"Engong...... It's you...... I know it's you...... Eun Gong ......"

As he spoke, he had already come to Zheng Shaoqiu, and as soon as his knees weakened, he was about to kneel.

At this moment, a figure rushed directly and knelt on the ground with a pop.

Seeing the scene in front of them, everyone present changed their faces and exclaimed in surprise.

"Wanyu!"

"Wanyu!"

"Miss!"

"Daughter......

At this time, kneeling in front of Zheng Shaoqiu was none other than Qin Wanyu.

Her pretty face was full of pear blossoms and rain, and her misty eyes were full of stubbornness.

"Zheng Shaoqiu, one life is worth one life......"

"Mine, for my grandfather's ......"

As she spoke, she bowed her head deeply without hesitation.

Zheng Shaoqiu took a deep breath and subconsciously looked away.

After a moment, he took two steps forward, walked up to the old god of war, put his hands on his arms, and carefully helped him to his seat.

At this time, the old god of war stared at Zheng Shaoqiu intently, smiling stupidly, looking unconscious.

The wrinkled old face had a rare soft color, his lips trembled, and he kept shouting the word 'Engong'......

Time and space are subverted.

Time and space are subverted......

Zheng Shaoqiu's eyes were a little dazed, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

He seems to have returned to the broken temple, to the era when the mountains and rivers were broken......

At this time, the old god of war, who was still a helpless little boy at that time, fell asleep after being rescued by himself......

Three months, those three months, like a horse, reappear in front of me......

He taught the little boy a lot......

Many, many ......

Unconsciously, the old god of war leaning on Zheng Shaoqiu's arms changed, becoming younger, and younger......

He became the little boy with a snoty nose......

Time and space change, and the cycle is endless.

Zheng Shaoqiu's throat was a little blocked, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Flash......

Century.

At a glance......

Century.

The little black man who followed his ass has become the famous god of war.

As time passed, Zheng Shaoqiu half-lowered his eyelids, his eyes were indifferent, and he said softly: "Back then, that person was shot in order to save you, do you remember?"

The old god of war wept bitterly and couldn't cry silently: "Remember, I remember it all my life, I will always remember it...... He was shot in the right leg...... I was shot in the right leg......"

"Later, he found a place to recuperate, and I followed him and learned a lot, and it was three months in a flash......"

"He is your ancestor, I remember that day in my life, and I remember what he said to me, every sentence I remember......"

"Sometimes, I'm in my dreams...... I can still see him in my dreams...... He doesn't look like anything at all...... Even in the past 100 years, his appearance hasn't changed at all......"

Hearing this, Zheng Shaoqiu nodded slightly, then remembered something, and asked softly: "Do you still have an impression of the art of war he taught in those three months?"

Hearing this, the old god of war subconsciously stopped crying, his face was solemn, and he recited one of the contents without thinking.

Zheng Shaoqiu nodded with satisfaction and laughed silently.

At this time, it seemed that he was stimulated by those art of war, and the old god of war suddenly burst out with a palpitating momentum, his eyes opened and closed, and his essence was bright and murderous!

He has become the god of war who killed from the sea of corpses and blood again!

After a while, he glanced at Zheng Shaoqiu in a daze, took a deep breath and said, "I...... I went to look for ...... later That man...... That is, your ancestors...... I've been looking for a long time......"

"Until now, I haven't given up on ......"

"Except for Huaxia...... I've also looked for ...... abroad."

"Yes...... But I can't find it...... I can't find Eun Gong...... Except in dreams...... I haven't seen him again......"

Rong Ma has been bleeding all his life, and the old god of war has always shed blood and tears, but today he cried one after another, aggrieved like a child.

"I made a vow...... Be sure to find Eun Gong ......."

"If I can't find it in this life, I won't be able to die...... I don't blink an eye......"

The old god of war looked at Zheng Shaoqiu in a daze, and said tremblingly: "You...... Why are you here now...... You changed it earlier...... It's long overdue......"

"Why did it take so long for you to come to me......"

Hearing this, Zheng Shaoqiu half-lowered his eyelids and said in a calm tone: "I have my life, and besides, I live well." ”

The old god of war looked sad, pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, and choked out: "You...... You told me about it sooner...... That dog, I killed him myself!"