After a small burp, Mantu sat on the broken tablet and shook his little feet, and said, "This girl is a Chaos God Pattern that dominates the Force. The Force of Doing is the power that comes out of the unity of the spirit and the spirit and the pure flesh.

Different patterns have different functions, and if you want to outline a coat of arms, you need to have an incomparably in-depth study of the tattoos. The Chaos Divine Pattern dominates one kind of Dao rule, and one kind of Dao can derive a Great Dao, countless laws. If it is a Chaos Crest, it represents a Great Dao system.

Compared to the Chaos Emblem, although the hero only gets a Chaos God Crest, it is like getting a miracle for the hero! He is not greedy, he is not even a small shrimp on this avenue, and it must not be a great thing for him to get a broken tablet with the Chaos Crest.

He only dared to hide this Chaos Broken Tablet carefully in the heart of the gourd, and it was known to outsiders that he was not hunted down and killed all over the world.

Guilty of guilt. After being promoted to the Super Ability Battle Drive first, and then studying how to digest this Chaos God Pattern, it was already in his pocket anyway. The hero felt that with the Natural Creation Dao as the foundation, it should not be too difficult to digest this Chaos God Pattern.

It's not too early, it's time to pat yourself on the ass and leave. Let the spider slip away, presumably there will be trouble in the future, but it is useless to think too much, and it will come sooner or later. He didn't want to bother if the spider guessed that he had gotten the Chaos Shatter or something.

At night, Tianchuan City is like a neon paradise under the night.

There is a place where people spurn on the surface but regard it as a place of wind and moon. Some people indulge and pretend in the sea of desire, and some people struggle to survive in numbness and masturbate strongly.

In the golden nest of dogs and horses with chaotic lights, some people float and sink in loneliness, and some people roll in the red dust.

On the bustling streets, there are those who buy drunk, and there are those who kneel and beg. In the high-end luxury store, there are people who spend thousands of dollars just for the beauty to smile, and there are people in front of the dirty beach who quarrel with the boss about daily necessities for one yuan.

The rich live, and the poor live. **The silk youths occasionally glanced at the twenty-four K hanging around the necks of those local tyrant uncles, scolded the golden dog chain, and continued to ignore the LV price card that his girlfriend flipped over to them.

This is the life of a city. A city surrounded by a circle of people living in it, but also around their joys, sorrows, and sorrows, if the king is well, it is a sunny day, regardless of whether the outside world has changed to the earth, let alone pay attention to the big and small things that have nothing to do with their lives.

On the mid-mountain villa area in the center of Tianchuan City, the main mansion of the Hua family.

Dozens of pearls are hung on the ceiling of the hall, illuminating the hall as if it were daytime, and the ten-meter-long old dining room is full of dishes, and nearly 30 people are sitting around. Except for Old Man Hua, Long Zaitian and Hua Zhilong, the rest are Hua Zhilong's wives and concubines.

For the prosperity of the Hua family, Hua Zhilong suffered, and he had no brothers, so he took a heavy responsibility to take a main room and a nine-room legal house. The number of his children was known to him to be twenty. If you count the underground lovers or illegitimate children outside, he doesn't know how many.

Old Man Hua put down his chopsticks, picked up a napkin, wiped the grease stains on his mouth, and glanced around at all the children and grandchildren present.

After the old man puts the chopsticks, they have to swallow it raw even if they still have half a chicken bone in their mouths and don't spit it out.

Seeing that everyone had put down their chopsticks, Mr. Hua picked up a suitcase and put it on the table, and said to everyone: "Everyone has been frightened recently, if you are willing to go outside for a while, come here to get some coils." My Hua family has properties all over China, if you want to travel to any city, I will temporarily lend you the house to live in, if you like it, I will give it to you. ”

As soon as he heard this, Hua Zhilong's face turned a little pale, it seems that his father has prepared for the worst tonight, evacuate his relatives first, if he survives this period smoothly, they will still come back, if he can't survive, Old Man Hua's big backer has fallen, and they can also have a place to settle down.

Is this family going to be broken up because of this? There is no feast in the world? Bah!

Hua Zhilong is like a tiger who wants to be angry, looking at himself, these are Aunt Fang. His ninth aunt was a flower-like woman who had just been brought in less than two years ago, and the child in her arms had just fallen asleep and slept soundly.

The child is the most important hope in her life, and if the child is well, it will be a sunny day. Aunt Jiu looked at the child in her arms and smiled with satisfaction, but she didn't dare to forget her husband, so she came to Mr. Hua with the child in her arms and said: "Old man, my hometown is in Pujiang City, I want to go back to my hometown to live for a while, and talk to my father and mother for a few days." ”

Old Man Hua kissed his little grandson on the forehead, and then smiled at Aunt Jiu and said, "Have a good trip, have fun." The car is ready. ”

As he spoke, Old Man Hua handed an envelope that had been prepared to Aunt Jiu. With a room aunt, it was too much to take the lead, and the other fifteen or sixteen people in their hearts were all beaten across the bottom line and pulled their children up.

The younger children really thought they were going on a trip, and they were as excited as birds flying one after another. Only those children who have stepped into the path of the Anomalous know what has happened in their families.

Seeing that these boys refused to leave, and one by one they were in place with the determination of being at home, Hua Zhilong snorted violently and said: "If you don't leave, Lao Tzu will break your legs." You are going to travel with your wife, and you are not saying goodbye to Lao Tzu, what kind of eyes are you? If you don't want Lao Tzu to be the last, hurry up and let Lao Tzu go. ”

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy stared at Hua Zhilong for a few seconds before snorting, "If you dare to leave our mother and son, you are an old turtle egg." ”

Saying that, this boy from the Hua family pulled his mother to the old man Hua and said: "Grandpa, the grandson is not filial, and he wants to take his mother away for a while, but!" ”

Before he could say the word, Old Man Hua was silent, and then nodded and said, "My grandson, I know that you going out for a walk at this time is the greatest support for the family." There are some things that can only be carried by grandpa and your father. You know, kid. ”

Watching the children leave one by one, the stones in Old Man Hua's heart are also decreasing one by one, as long as there are people, everything is there. It's just that what is on his shoulders is not his own selfish interests, no matter how small the Hua family is, he must have the dignity of the Hua family, not that outsiders want to apply for something to take, and he must give it obediently if he is under pressure.

In the end, you may have to give it, but you can't lose the face of the ancestors of the Hua family.

There are only a few people left in the hall, except for Long Zaitian, who are all named by Old Man Hua to stay.