tacitly, Sun Wen and Zhao Zicheng did not talk about soul hunting for the rest of their lives, nor did they analyze the possibility that Zhao Zicheng's father was a soul hunter.

If so, will it be the core high-level.

As the rest of my life said, all this is meaningless.

From beginning to end, he was a very selfish person, even if he sat in the position of the master of the Ink Pavilion, he could only try his best to make himself less selfish.

This is the real rest of life.

For what absolute justice, for world peace, for love and protection...

There are many such people, but by no means for the rest of their lives.

He will always solve this matter without affecting others, instead of decisively drawing a line with Zhao Zicheng and maintaining his own image.

"You haven't been to my house yet, have you?"

After another hot fight with Sun Wen, Zhao Zicheng turned his head to look at Yu Sheng with a satisfied look and asked.

Yu Sheng nodded slightly.

"Let's go, stay at my house tonight."

"My dad has wanted to see you for a long time, and he often scolds me with you."

"It's all classmates, why did you become the master of the Moge Pavilion, I am still the lord of a remote town."

"Heh..."

"If it weren't for my dad to applaud me, would I go back to Mobei City?"

Zhao Zicheng pursed his lips, but there was an uncontrollable smile in his eyes.

"If I really listened to him back then, I went to the military school..."

"Perhaps, you will really miss a lot of scenery."

"It turns out that my vision and pattern are far stronger than him!"

"The main thing is..."

Zhao Zicheng paused, with a little emotion in his tone: "It's still very important to be admitted to a good university..."

"If I graduate from the military academy, can I still enjoy the treatment of the richest man in the human race, the master of the Moge Pavilion, who came to me as a best man?"

"In the words of successology... The circle determines your status..."

"Tsk..."

Zhao Zicheng's words are not without the meaning of showing off.

Mobei City is not big, and in this kind of small talk from time to time, several people came to Zhao Zicheng's house.

The neighborhood is a bit old.

But the face of the house is quite large.

Zhao Zicheng pushed open the door.

A middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa at this time, wearing reading glasses, squinting slightly at TV, with an old-fashioned and serious expression.

"Huh?"

"You're not at work today?"

Seeing his father, Zhao Zicheng was a little puzzled and asked.

"You're getting married the day after tomorrow, so how can I have time to work."

The middle-aged man didn't look back, still staring at the TV intently, and responded.

"You're on leave?"

"I haven't received a leave request from the Director of the Security Division?"

Zhao Zicheng said with a smile, and hung his coat on the hanger: "You can sit at will." ”

"Hehe..."

"Driving to the City Lord's Mansion, gas is expensive."

"Leave slip at the dinner table, sign it for me."

Although he was smiling, Zhao Zicheng's father's expression still didn't show any smile, and he was quite a bit not angry and arrogant.

“……”

"It's against discipline."

The corners of Zhao Zicheng's mouth twitched slightly, but he still walked to the dining table, and after seeing the leave slip, he picked it up and looked at it, and put it in his pocket.

"Then you can arrest me with your own hands."

Zhao's father said perfunctorily, his eyes never left the TV screen from beginning to end, and he didn't even notice that there were two more people in the room.

Zhao Zicheng couldn't help but roll his eyes, made a helpless expression at Sun Wen for the rest of his life, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Then I'm getting married, what are you busy with..."

"Invitation?"

"Banquet?"

Zhao Zicheng sat on the sofa next to him and asked curiously.

"Chasing dramas..."

"The finale of these two days."

"I just have a valid reason to take a leave of absence, otherwise I will be easily spoiled by watching the replay."

Father Zhao pushed his reading glasses, his expression was so solemn, and his eyes were solemn.

"Look, this is my old father."

"It's been like this since I was a child, with the most serious tone and the most unreliable words."

Zhao Zicheng's tone was full of helplessness, tilted his head to look at Yu Sheng, Sun Wen, and said with a light sigh.

At this time, Zhao's father finally noticed that there were two more people in the room, and took advantage of the moment when the camera switched on the TV, and turned his head to take a look.

"Got a friend?"

"Sit casually, you're welcome."

"I'll look at the electricity first..."

He spoke very quickly, and it was completely a standard polite process, but when his eyes passed the rest of his face, he stopped.

"Electric... Rest? ”

The next moment, Father Zhao stood up violently: "Director of the Security Department of Mobei City, Zhao Changlin, I have seen the pavilion master!" ”

Stand upright and salute.

A standard set of processes.

"Tsk, when you see me, the city lord, why don't you also salute!"

"It's all leaders, why !!"

Zhao Zicheng said sourly.

But Zhao's father completely ignored him and maintained his standing movements.

Yu Sheng was stunned and muttered for a few seconds: "Mo Academy, classmate Zhao Zicheng, the rest of your life... I've seen... Uncle? ”

A smile instantly appeared on Zhao's father's old-fashioned and serious face, and he sat back on the sofa.

"If you are good at what you say, you don't have to salute all the time..."

"You sit first... Eat fruit..."

Saying that, Father Zhao's eyes fell on the TV again, and he was engrossed, this time even the pavilion master of the Mo Pavilion... All completely ignored.