In the Eastern Regions, under the brilliant lights of these thousands of homes, there are still many poor and dark places. If Wu Tian could find out about this, he would definitely think that he had not done enough.

On the outskirts of the Eastern Capital, in a ruined village, a faint fire was sporadically lit in each dilapidated room.

A middle-aged man was kneeling in front of the bed to serve the old man, who was seriously ill and had gone through the vicissitudes of life.

"Father, the son is not filial, the ancestral oracle bone diagram has sold the son. The middle-aged son said to his father with tears in his eyes.

The old man opened his old eyes, and two lines of sad tears were left in his eyes.

"Son, I don't blame you for my father, our Hai family has fallen into a speech, and it's useless to guard that treasure, and besides, if you cultivate to a low level, you don't have the ability to support yourself, so it's okay to sell it. The old man said to his son.

The son was also heartbroken to see his father, who was seriously ill.

"Father, you are recuperating well, my son went to the city this time to buy the best healing medicine for you, I hope my father will recover soon. The middle-aged man said.

This middle-aged man's original name was Hai Qianku, and he was the one who sold it to Wu Tian at the auction.

He was also so depressed that he had no choice, otherwise how could he sell the treasure left by his ancestors?

Hai Qianku left his father to have a good rest, and exited the door, saying that it was the door, but it was actually made of several pieces of wood, and when it was windy and rainy, there was a scourge to the house.

Hai Qianku looked at the way he lived and remembered the past from childhood to adulthood.

His name is the same as his fate, and he has suffered a lot of hardships when he has grown so big.

There have been disputes in the Eastern Regions for many years, and he and his father have been dependent on each other, and they have always lived in such a wandering place.

When he was a child, he remembered following his father and begging for a living.

But although life is difficult, his father has always been by his side and has been taking good care of him, until now he has been raised to such a big age.

Without waiting for him to repay his father, his father, who had been suffering, fell ill.

The heart of such a thousand bitter seas is full of colic.

If his father leaves him, then what is the use of him still guarding the ancestral treasure?

His father told him about the glory of his ancestors since he was a child, and his father said that their Hai family used to be a god-like existence, and I don't know why, the family encountered great difficulties, and the generation declined from generation to generation, until it fell into this situation.

Hai Qianku has always been unwilling, unwilling to live like this, even if he is living a very difficult life now, there is no look of condescension in his eyes, this may be due to the stubbornness brought by his blood.

Hai Qianku looked up at the bright starry sky, shining like that even in the dark, he was just a little ant under the heaven and earth, how small he seemed under the starry sky.

However, this little ant exudes the fighting spirit to change the world, even if he is still in a small foundation building period.

He was not willing to succumb to the slums.

He vaguely felt that the lord of the Eastern Regions, His Majesty, would still start a war in the future, and it would not be impossible for him to join the army, make meritorious achievements, and restore the past glory of his ancestors.

Although Hai Qianku is middle-aged, the fighting spirit in his heart is ten times stronger than that of some young men, he is not the fighting spirit of a teenager, the fortitude of middle age, the calmness of old age, and what he needs is an opportunity.

Hai Qianku strengthened his idea of joining the army, and now what he has to do is to cure his father's illness, and with these spirit stones, his father will be able to spend his old age in peace, and he will have no worries when he pursues his dreams.

And tonight is destined to be a sleepless night, some people are happy and some are worried.

At this time, Jincheng was already slumped on a broken chair like a wasted person.

The scene of the former wealthy house has disappeared, and now the family is gone.

The only thing with him was a faithful old dog.

His beloved sons, and his beautiful wives and concubines, had left him.

Jincheng's current cultivation has been abolished, and there is no true yuan left in his body.

The family's property has been swept away by the unfamiliar wolf-hearted dog lungs.

He sat down in his chair dejectedly, reminiscing about the past, and at this time he missed his old wife.

He thought of all the people who had been related to him, and he thought he was worthy of everyone, but there was guilt in his heart about one person, and that person was her original wife, Jin Lan.

He gave up his love for his wife and married a scorpion woman with a scheming heart - Bai Rong.

Only now did he understand that his son was not his soft-spoken son, but the son of Bai Rong who had secretly hooked up with the housekeeper and gave birth to a son.

But all along, Jincheng has always regarded it as his own, and there is no place to be ashamed of him.

But he still remembered Jin Xiaolong's dislike of him.

"You're not my father, you're just my ATM. Jin Xiaolong pushed away Jin Cheng, who was powerless, but there was a look of disgust on his face.

"Long'er, have you forgotten what I have been doing to you all along?" Jin Cheng said to Jin Xiaolong with a pleading face.

"Haha, don't you just have a little money? What is this good for me? You know what? It's because you're so good, I'm a waste under your foil, those people compliment me on the surface, but they don't mean to look down on me at all. Jin Xiaolong said angrily.

Jincheng didn't know that his son was hiding such a big hatred in his heart.

"Son, it's just that you don't fight for it, how can you blame your father? Is it still wrong for your father to create a wealth for you?" asked Jincheng.

"Haha, now you know, this is your retribution, you are so good, but God has made you the last, rest assured, I will inherit your wealth for you. Jin Xiaolong said to Jin Cheng with an arrogant face.

Jincheng also understood that if it wasn't for his own genes, or for him to be a prince, he would not be promising.

At this time, Jin Fu's housekeeper came out, that is, Jin Xiaolong's biological father, Lin Fu, who was hugging Jincheng's wife, Bai Rong, and walked towards Jincheng with a smile on his face.

Lin Fu's cultivation has already been completed, but Jincheng has now become a waste, what else is there to be afraid of?

Jin Xiaolong was overjoyed when he saw Lin Fu's arrival, and walked in front of Lin Fu.

"Father, let's go, I don't have anything to say to Jincheng. Jin Xiaolong said.

I didn't forget to say the last word to Jincheng when I turned around.

"Jincheng, now I officially inform you that I have changed my surname, my surname is Lin now, my name is Lin Xiaolong, and I have nothing to do with you from now on. Lin Xiaolong said ruthlessly to Jincheng.

Jin Cheng looked at these people with a sad face, these people who were usually not thin to them, their hearts were full of remorse.

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