Speaking of "don't dare", the prison painting finally saw a little afterimage of his old father in the body of the god of war. In the past, mediocrity was cowering and looking at the tail, looking helpless that he couldn't do great things. Where is it like now, it is not like pretending to be innocent with a bitter face. The aggrieved look just now, at first glance, was pretending to coax the child.

And she is the child who was coaxed. This realization made the prison painting feel ashamed of the grievance in his heart just now. When is it still angry with someone you haven't seen for thousands of years? Can you do it?

"I see. Anyway, she's her, I'm me. She has her business to do, and I have mine. Thousands of years ago, it doesn't matter if you accompany or not. I'm here today just to ask, what exactly are you going to do? ”

The grievances of the mediocre party are worthy of pretending, and when the prison painting mentions the matter, it is fleeting, and the current Zhengse said: "Our family talks about democracy, independence, and freedom, and you have this kind of thought, which is very good." Your mother has endured humiliation for many years in order to attack the Heavenly Realm, but she is just asking for someone who has no regrets. And your dad and I naturally have our own pursuits. People outside say that we are in the same league and are complicit, but in fact, we are all doing our own things. It's just that it's based on mutual respect. Like your mother, she didn't ask me to participate or contribute to all of this, but out of respect for her, I would fight with her when I needed to. It's an attitude. As for how the process is arranged, I believe in her and has her own plans. ”

Democracy? Independent? Respect? I believe you're a ghost! obviously didn't tell you that he still used you as a gunman, who did he say that he was so high-sounding?

The prison painting was slandered in his heart, but he asked: "In this case, I want to ask, what about you?" What do you want to do? Why do you want to make my identity public? ”

"Father and daughter reunited, family reunion!" Seeing that the prison painting was full of disdain, he cleared his throat and continued: "Also, train you to become a talent. This is the greatest expectation of being a father. ”

So, your wife goes out to dominate the world, and you take care of the baby at home, is that what you mean?

Maybe it's because the question in the eyes of the prison painting is too obvious, and the prison Yong seems a little uncomfortable at this time. He is also a famous god of war, fighting on the battlefield or something, it stands to reason that it is his life. I had no choice but to be beautiful for many years, and finally met my nemesis. I don't have many weaknesses, the only weakness is fear of guilt. Of course, there are many types of guilt-phobia. Some are because of personality problems, some are because of the difference in strength, and some are due to feelings.

As for what the God of War is for, I don't bother to guess it. She just wanted to talk to the old father about what respect was.

"So here's the problem. As you said earlier, our family values democracy, independence, and freedom. But what you want to do is based on my pain. Where does this democracy and freedom come from? I'm afraid it's just me who just talks about independence, right? ”

The expression on Yongyong's face looked extremely embarrassed and entangled at this time. If this kind of expression was placed on the face of the god of war in the past, it would definitely fascinate a large number of little fans. It's just that now it's a mediocre image, no matter how it looks, it's a bit of a wretch, which further arouses the resentment in the heart of the prison painting.

It can be seen that no matter what field you are in, appearance is very important.

"Daughter, you can't say that. It is also for your good as a Father. Look, isn't the cave that has collected the Nethersea Sea ready to take you on a shortcut? Improving your strength is also to protect you, if I and your mother are not around in the future

, you can also protect yourself. Girls, you have to have the ability to protect yourself in order to choose the life you want. Besides, when it comes to freedom......"

Speaking of this, Jian Yong paused, glanced at Xue Yan, who was sitting on the side without speaking for a long time, quietly glanced at him, and continued: "Isn't it all your own decision on this marriage matter?" Isn't that free? ”

Marriage Event? That's the right choice for her, but she doesn't remember it for a long time, this life is completely recognizable, and it is not her own choice at all. After all, up to now, everything has fallen from the sky, where is she allowed to choose half a point?

Xue Yan saw that he was about to be hated by the prison painting, and hurriedly came out to play the round: "The prison painting, I am to you, can you still not understand?" ”

I didn't expect Xue Yan to suddenly say this in front of Jian Yong at this time, Jian Hua's face was a little red, and he hurriedly interrupted: "That sea cave and the pearl of the dark night were all planned by you, in order to help me cultivate." Then let me ask you, after success, will I be asked to do anything? For example, help the lady of your family to attack the heavenly realm, and scourge the common people. ”

"How can you have such a misunderstanding!" Hearing this, Prison Yong's face sank. I have to say that when I first pretended to be my grandson, the look and the mediocre face can be described as natural, but now when it comes to the pain points, the momentum that belongs to the god of war comes out, majestic, and quite a kind of feudal posture.

"Your mother wasn't that kind of person."

"Then you might swear that I wasn't in her plan from start to finish?"

Prison Yong took a deep look at the prison painting, and there were some indescribable complex emotions in his expression.

In the end, he just sighed deeply and didn't swear. I didn't even answer the phone.

Look, it's still empty-hearted.

I couldn't wait for him to speak, and I was in silence, and my mood finally returned to normal. In the end, these parents have nothing to do with themselves. Now people are swordsmen, although I am not for fish and meat, but people are powerful, they can handle you, as long as you don't let you die, what else can you do?

Looking at this matter aside from flesh and blood, it's as simple as that. People put a knife on your neck and asked if you wanted to eat the elixir, and you said you would eat it?

Very good choice.

The prison painter took out a box from the storage bracelet and placed it on the table. In front of a table full of food, this small dark blue jewelry box looks nothing at all. But the aura that leaked out of the box instantly filled the entire courtyard.

"I've got you something."

Yongyong looked at the box, and his eyes showed mixed feelings about seeing things and thinking about people.

"Fang Ju is safe, and he can be regarded as getting what he wants."

Get what you want? The prison painting couldn't hold back and snorted coldly. As the god of war, there should be a hundred ways to live a long life. But after Fang Ju'an followed you to saddle the horse, you taught him the worst method, what to bring the dead back to life, causing people to sleep for thousands of years, and you are embarrassed to say that people get what they want?

Putting away the Night Pearl, Prison Yong ignored the disdainful snort of the prison painting, and changed to a smiling face and said: "The combination of the Sea Cave and the Night Pearl will become a cultivation treasure." When the time comes, I will use it to help you and help you reach the next level. ”

Seeing that the prison painting didn't match, the prison Yong picked up the chopsticks and picked up the dish for the prison painting, and said: "Try my craft." It's rare for our family to have a meal together and eat more. ”

Speaking of eating, prison painting reminds me again

One thing, another box was taken out of the storage bracelet.

"Look, can you eat this?"

Inside the box, it contains the Dream Hui Pill sent by the Bodhi Ancestor.

Prison Yong opened the box and looked at the Jin Dan inside, first frowning slightly, and then his expression was stagnant.

Seeing this, he put down the box's hand, trembling slightly. There was a hint of determination on his face.

Is there a problem?

"This Dan is ......"

"I can eat it." Without waiting for the introduction of prison painting, Jian Yong suddenly spoke.

"You can eat it, why do you look like this?" Seeing the expression of the god of war, the prison painting was a little apprehensive. This made her have a strange feeling, as if this dream returned to Dan and had a grudge against him.

"This is called Dream Hui Dan, which can help you cultivate current affairs with half the effort. After you take it, stick to your cultivation every day, and it will have miraculous results. ”

"Don't you ask me where this came from?" Prison Painting actually wants to tell Prison Yong about the transaction between Bodhi Ancestor and himself. This is not out of the consideration of family unity and sharing information, but I feel that I have agreed to others, if this God of War does not know, and he happens not to be above to help in the battle that day, maybe he will poke it on a whim when he sees the enchantment of Bodhi Ancestor.

She always felt that mediocrity could do this.

"This dream is back to Dan, only Bodhi Ancestor has it. That old guy cares about the common people, and there is nothing to worry about. Prison took a bite of the fish, picked up the cup and poured a large sip of Coke, as bold as pouring wine.

I don't understand the prison painting, how can the God of War and the Bodhi Ancestor be the same taste, I don't know if it's bad to drink too much coke? The boss is not a small person, as a god who doesn't like elixir and jade dew, he loves to drink this thing, what is the setting?

Since the prison has said that this golden pill is no problem, the prison painting will be put away with peace of mind. After a hasty meal in three or two, he and Xue Yan were ready to leave.

Before leaving, Jian Yong glanced at the green soul, and stopped talking.

The green soul bent down and bowed deeply to the mediocrity.

I haven't seen it for 5,000 years, and the master-servant relationship between me and my master's husband has come to a successful end.

You don't see, these 5,000 years of rolling and climbing, wandering, what kind of love for fish and water, what great kindness, should have disappeared a long time ago.

Now, his master, is a prison painting.

The back of the three people who watched them leave, the gaze was indescribable.

A gust of wind blew, and Prison Yong raised his glass again, saluting the leaves that swayed slightly on the treetops, and drank it in one gulp.

Cai Yulei is really rare in this place. There are trees, there is wind, and there is oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. He really liked it.

It's getting dark, it's not early.

Soul Street is unlike any other place in the city. No matter what kind of hustle and bustle you experience in the next street, as soon as you pass through the Wandering Soul Street, you can feel the silent magnetic field.

It's like it will get dark after half past five in the evening in the remote mountainous area, and if you dare to walk on the mountain road at this time, you will definitely experience the feeling of reaching out and not seeing your fingers. In this kind of place, there is naturally a magnetic field of "wash and sleep early".

Ghost Street, on the other hand, is a perfect interpretation of an atmosphere called "Go to Hell Early". As soon as it gets dark, it doesn't matter if you are a human or a ghost, you have to take it. Otherwise, I'll catch you in minutes.

This kind of atmosphere has become more and more intense after the opening of the shop. And that night, the small shop that painted the ground for the prison ushered in the first batch of customers of the night.