Jiang Twelve shouted, but there was no echo on the hillside for a long time. After a while, Mo Fan walked out directly. A bright red robe dragged to the ground, and his hair was scattered.

Carrying a wine jug in his left hand and a bucket in his right hand, he appeared on the hillside. Mo Fan glanced down at Jiang Twelve and directly threw down the bucket in his hand.

"Go fetch water and water the ground." Seeing the bucket fall accurately in front of him, Mo Fan's voice also came from Jiang Twelve's ears. The tone was the same as commanding a minion.

“… Good. Forcibly pulling up the corners of his mouth, Jiang Twelve carried the bucket and directly used the immortal qi. As soon as they flew together, Mo Fan's voice came from behind Jiang Twelve.

"On foot, no use of any abilities."

Hearing this, Jiang Twelve's heart immediately caught fire. Just as he was about to refute, Mo Fan's words were spoken again.

"Talk nonsense to the owner, just get out!" After speaking, Mo Fan returned directly to the house with the wine jug. Only Jiang Twelve was left stunned in the air....

The immortal qi converged, and when he returned to the ground, Jiang Twelve adjusted his breathing well, and then let go of his pace and ran around.

If he were the previous Jiang Twelve, he would definitely not agree. But now... There are a lot fewer edges and corners. When he came, Jiang Twelve still remembered that he passed by a small river a day ago... It takes one day to fly, and at least three days to run...

“... What kind of madness is this? Tired silly boy? Carrying the bucket, Jiang Twelve quickly swept over the surface on the ground~.

Although he didn't use any ability, Jiang Twelve's body was still very strong. The body of an immortal is very fast even when it starts.

It can be seen from a distance that on the outside of the Bulao Peak, there seems to be a dragon crawling on the surface, with thick smoke billowing from behind~.

It was three days when he went, and six days when he returned. This time and again, Jiang Twelve had tried to speed up as much as possible, but there was still no way to speed up the time.

Although the approach of the invisible world is imminent now.

But since you can follow Mo Fan, let's follow it first... After all, this is also a master of the world of parts... That prodigal Ji Ruo, maybe it's even more difficult to get it...

A bucket of water was brought back, and Jiang Twelve ran directly to the small farmland. As soon as the bucket was raised, the water of at least one small river was thrown out by Jiang Twelve.

Mo Fan's bucket is a treasure, there is some special space in it, but there is no need to travel all the time... As soon as the water was raised, Jiang Twelve looked at the place next to a hoe...

"Turn the ground over, there are seeds next to the window. I take a nap and hope you wake up and you'll be done.... Mo Fan's lazy voice came from the thatched house. And then... And then there was no follow-up....

“... Damn.... With a secret curse in his mouth, Jiang Twelve picked up the hoe and began to turn over the ground. The wetlands that are flooded are also happy. As soon as the hoe goes down, it will rise in a piece. That kind of child, Jiang Twelve perceived and looked at it, and knew that it was the life essence of cabbage....

Isn't this an idle egg pain? Lao Tzu is a one-man emperor and grows cabbage in the Southern Prison?!

I also asked the master to come over and hoe the ground....

What is this for... Neurotic...

Although he complained very much in his heart, Jiang Twelve was a lot more diligent in his work... I don't know how long Mo Fan took a nap. Anyway, Jiang Twelve only felt that he had finished the farming work with a lot of energy, and it shouldn't take him more than a few hours...

After doing this, Mo Fan also walked out. However, I just looked at the vegetable field and was stunned...

This look can frighten Jiang Twelve. It's going to be tossed again... That's it... It's been a week on the human side, but the devil knows what's going on!

With anxiety on his face, Jiang Twelve didn't dare to say a word. Seeing Mo Fan's gaze, he smiled awkwardly. Swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Hmm... You're better than your father. After saying this, Mo Fan sighed. His gaze jumped into the distance, as if he was caught in some memory fragment...

"My dad? ... River.... ”

"Jiang Qin."

"Ah?!!h

Jiang Twelve's father, of course Jiang Twelve knows who it is. Of course Mo Fan also knew. It's just that Jiang Qin is Nima's again! Jiang Rong, Jiang Feng, Jiang Qin... Will there be a Jiang Wujiang or something like that...

How can you change your name back and forth like hiding from a loan shark.

"Don't be surprised, the old thing changes its name everywhere it goes. Anyway, as long as it's an old rascal surnamed Jiang, it's him. Carrying the flask, he took a sip. A slight sneer rose on Mo Fan's face. There was a hint of helplessness.

Jiang Twelve's father is romantic. In the midst of thousands of flowers, it is a leaf that touches the body. When he was not a ghost emperor, he had already made a name for himself. Traveling to various regions, it is natural to be merciful everywhere.

Mo Fan is one of them. The South Prison is the place of love...

It's no wonder that Mo Fan didn't give Jiang Twelve a good face several times....

In fact, according to his identity and status, Mo Fan is not bad. It's just that Jiang Twelve's dead father is a psychopath. To be in love is to be in love. To have a baby is to have a baby. You have to have a big ass to have a son....

Don't be a good yellow flower girl, go find a second marriage... If it weren't for Hai Ling'er's life being taken away by Fan Wusuo, she would have been born late. When Jiang Twelve saw Hai Ling'er, he had to be a younger brother! Thanks to Cui Ming, he took Jiang Twelve out first.

The emotional experience of the ghost emperor certainly made many people vomit blood... Mo Fan is one of them....

Mo Fan's words, Jiang Twelve didn't know how to pick them up, so he could only accompany him silently. I don't know how long it took, Mo Fan finally opened his mouth again.

“... He once said that he would follow me to the most remote peak of Bulao Peak, build a thatched house, and plant a small garden... The two of them live here. After speaking, his eyes returned to the vegetable field, and with a wave of one hand... All of them were destroyed....

Seeing this scene, Jiang Twelve's eyelids suddenly jumped.

This is really a sin for a father and a son... Why can't you settle like your son...

"Are you thinking, why didn't your father enter the harem, as a ghost emperor, why not be afraid of fame, right?" Jiang Twelve's expression was naturally noticed by Mo Fan.

"Yes."

"You.. Still young. Your father's affection is more than ten times more than yours... Once the harem was opened. The women in this world are afraid that they are all Mrs. Jiang. ”

“... Is it so exaggerated..."Raising his head, Jiang Twelve felt a little incredulous. The guy who can be an emperor. How could it be a big prostitute.

"Just because you have the ability doesn't mean you're a good person. Do you know Ji Xiaolan in history? ”

"I know."

"Well, he's a little henchman of your father. He's not even a thousandth of your dead father's life. ”

“... Forehead. Degassing and degassing. ”

Looking at Mo Fan's face that became more and more angry the more he spoke, Jiang Twelve hurriedly smiled. There was a miserable look on his face. Today, he finally understands why he always likes to offend this Mo Fan... The family inherits the owe of children....

But knowing why, it's easy to do.

"That's... Aunt Mo, Little Twelve came to you, in fact, there was something to discuss. "Hey! If you want to say shameless, it's still Jiang Twelve.

"What?" Tilting his head and glaring at him, Mo Fan didn't expect Jiang Twelve to call her that!

Aunt!!!

Despite her long life, she's an old goblin... However, the face is not diminished.

Even if it was a little surprised. But in terms of seniority, what Jiang Twelve said is not wrong... But Lin Xian'er called her sister....

"Ahem... Don't be poor. I know your purpose. Rest assured. Glancing at Jiang Twelve, Mo Fan shook his head helplessly.

This kid really followed his father's roots.

But the more it resembles, the more it can't be cheaper....