Chapter Seventy-One: Suzaku Bloodline, the Legend Continues
"Me?" Although Wu Huo'er was fiddling with the flowers, her attention was obviously on Jiang Fan and the others, and when she heard the words, she immediately raised her head, and looked at Jiang Fan with a pair of red eyes.
"Huo'er, don't speak." Wu Qian said coldly.
Jiang Fan glanced at Wu Qian, his eyes were deep.
Long before coming to the Wu family, he had already done research, in addition to the Wu family's huge estate, the most peculiar thing about their family was their affinity for flames, and the family would hold a grand flame party every year to pray for blessings and commemoration.
The Wu family was just an ordinary family before the first source beast invasion, but in that catastrophe, the deceased old patriarch of the Wu family became a sixth-order king-level powerhouse in a very short period of time, using powerful flame divine power to protect the people, and was once mistaken for the flame god of the Kyushu Kingdom.
Later, in times of peace, the Wu family devoted itself to business, and gradually faded from the edge of the ancient family.
"Why can't I speak?" Wu Huo'er snorted, pinched his waist and stood up, walked in front of Jiang Fan, looked at Jiang Fan with big eyes, and said with a smile, "This military uniform looks good, I want to wear it too!" ”
"As you wish." Jiang Fan smiled.
Wu Qian's face was ugly: "Huo'er, you sit down." ”
Wu Huo'er glanced at Wu Qian and said, "No, Dad, what I'm waiting for is this day, before I wanted to join the army, you didn't let me, but now that people have come to the door, you can't stop it anymore, right?" ”
Wu Qian frowned: "I can't stop you, but you must listen to your grandfather's words, he left his last words, the Wu family, must leave a bloodline!" ”
As soon as Wu Huo'er heard Wu Qian talk about his late grandfather, his little face twisted down, and he defended: "You, my second uncle and third uncle, so many younger brothers and sisters, aren't they all the bloodline of the Wu family?" ”
"You know what the bloodline your grandfather emphasized."
Wu Huo'er stopped talking.
Wu Qian said earnestly: "Huo'er, I know you want to go, but you have to understand, the family only wants you to be safe, you go to join the army, how long do you have to go home, you can't see your father and me, you can't see your mother, your uncle ......"
"Let me say a few words." Seeing Wu Huo'er's hesitant expression, Jiang Fan hurriedly stood up.
This old man Wuqian's ability to fool is really good, and he is worthy of being a businessman......
Several people looked at Jiang Fan, Jiang Fan said to Wu Huo'er: "Wu Huo'er, whether to go with us or not is completely up to you, you have to start from your own heart to give yourself an answer, what I want to tell you is that the country is in trouble, the degree of danger is not inferior to the invasion of the source beast, and the alliance of great powers wants to wipe out the hope of our Kyushu rise...... If they succeed, Kyushu will once again suffer great humiliation, and it is likely that it will never be able to stand again. ”
"You are here, you can't feel the front line, millions of soldiers on the front line are fighting bloody battles with the enemy, the reason why you can sit here and spend every day leisurely is because they are in front of them with their lives, blocking the flames of war from the country, and giving the people peace and tranquility."
"You are here, you can't feel the hardships of the people at this time, social resources are concentrated in the military industry, many industries are tightened, unemployment is rising, they are enduring the difficulties of the transition period, in this way, many families have also sent their children to the front line, spontaneously donate money and materials, and participate in voluntary labor."
"And your bloodline," Jiang Fan leaned down and whispered in Wu Huo'er's ear, "It's the Vermilion Bird, one of the gods of the four directions!" ”
Wu Huo'er raised her head in shock and looked into Jiang Fan's eyes: "Really? ”
"Really." Jiang Fan nodded and said, "And in your family, you lack guidance and don't have the opportunity to give full play to your strength. ”
Wu Qian raised his eyebrows and interjected: "General Jiang, what is this for, don't you say let my daughter choose by herself, why did you say so much." ”
Jiang Fan coughed dryly and said: "I'm setting conditions to state the pros and cons, and let Wu Huo'er choose for himself." ”
"What? Then I'll also talk about it, Huo'er, you stay here, safe and secure, I will arrange for you to go to the best school, and when the war is over, I will also send you to study abroad, you will have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime, you can be the president of the company, do whatever you want....."
Wu Huo'er glanced at his father: "Dad, the pattern, the pattern is not good." ”
Wu Qian: "......"
Wu Huo'er looked around at the people in the house, finally looked at Jiang Fan, and said seriously: "I have thought about it, I will go with General Jiang and join the army!" ”
"Hey!" Wu Qian showed a helpless expression, and the other martial artists had different expressions.
Wu Qian has no children, just such a daughter Wu Huo'er, and Wu Huo'er is smart and capable, in addition to her lively and unstable personality and needs to be honed, she can basically be determined to be the next successor.
Now that Wu Huo'er is gone, the family side has a chance.
Jiang Fan said with a smile: "Since this is the case, without further ado, Wu Huo'er, you clean up, and we will set off immediately." ”
Wu Huo'er was taken aback: "So fast?" ”
"Well, it's urgent." Jiang Fan is colorful.
"Okay, give me ten minutes!" Wu Huo'er hurriedly ran downstairs.
Jiang Fan turned his head to look at Wu Qian, who had a dark face, took away the lightness, and said solemnly: "Mr. Wu, the country needs Wu Huo'er. ”
This sentence made Wu Qian's face change slightly, he seemed to have heard it somewhere.
He recalled, and suddenly remembered that this was what his father, Wu Huo'er's grandfather, had said.
At that time, the source beast ravaged Sichuanzhou, the city fell, and the corpses were everywhere.
Under the blood-colored sky, Wu Qian's father stood on the ruins, igniting the Vermilion Bird mark in the center of his eyebrows.
The rolling flames swept out, and the source beast that surrounded the two of them was instantly engulfed in flames.
Perverse!
With a scream piercing the sky, the phantom of the Suzaku spread its fiery red wings!
Four-year-old Wu Qian was disgraced, but looked at his father happily: "Dad, we are saved!" ”
However, the figure bathed in flames walked alone to the deepest part of the city.
Wu Qian panicked: "Dad, where are you going?!" ”
"Go to the center of the city, where the source beasts gather." Wu Qian's father's words carried a touch of determination.
"Where are you going, Dad, you have to protect me, don't leave me here!" Wu Qian cried.
Wu Qian's father turned half of his head and drew a circle with his right arm towards Wu Qian.
A ring of flame enveloped Wu Qian.
"You're good at yourself."
"Dad, I'm afraid, I'm afraid ......"
Wu Qian's father silently turned around, glanced at the huge eighth-order source beast hundreds of meters in the city, and said, "Child, the country needs me. ”
When the words fell, Wu Qian's father didn't hesitate at all, and flew straight towards the eighth-order source beast.
The battle was so brutal that it rained down on the sky.
Hundreds of high-level source beasts were slaughtered, and the eighth-order source beasts fled in a hurry with blue blood like a flood.
Wu Qian's father was seriously injured and fell into a coma, leaving an incurable root of the disease, and his life stopped at the sixth order king-level ninth stage, and died more than thirty years later.