Chapter 107 Beat your father-in-law  (3)

"Dad?"

Yang Dashuan was stunned.

He could hear it was Joan of Arc's voice. On the body of Komodo's giant beast, Joan of Arc was calling anxiously and waved his hands hard.

"Joan of Arc, are you okay? Are you confused?" Yang Dashuan blurted out.

This girl is usually very steady, how could she make such a mistake? Could it be that she has been lacking water for too long? Yang Dashuan nodded repeatedly when he thought of this, and his eyes were wet at that time. But when he looked again, Joan of Arc's eyes did not stop on himself, but on the shriveled old man he was holding in his hand.

Remind of what John Old is saying just now - do you know who I am?

Yang Dashuan reacted on the spot.

I actually...beat my father-in-law.

Joan of Arc did not recover yet, and quickly rushed down from the Komodo giant beast and came to Yang Dashuan.

"Don't let go?" Joan of Arc said angrily.

"You call him dad?"

Yang Dashuan subconsciously swallowed his saliva. He wished it was a beautiful mistake, but when Joan of Arc nodded affirmatively, Old Yang almost fainted. What should I do? The sharpness in Yang Dashuan's eyes disappeared immediately. He nervously tightened the open coat with his hands and stroked the messy chest hair.

Seeing the strange color flashing in Old John's narrowed eyes, Yang Dashuan hurriedly nodded and bowed. "Old... Dad!"

"Rog!"

Joan of Arc's face turned pale on the spot.

"Isn't it right?"

Yang Dashuan scratched his head awkwardly, thinking in his mind that he was calling him this old man, did he see it wrong?

"Dad!"

Old Yang shouted again. But he shouted not to Old John, but to the horse he rode.

"Rogue, stop making trouble." A trace of fear flashed in Joan of Arc's eyes, and he hurriedly grabbed Yang Dashuan's arm. It was not until this time that Yang Dashuan realized that Moradin was still in Old John's mouth. Yang Dashuan smiled embarrassedly and pulled it out quickly.

Old John retching.

The thing was pressed into his throat, and he was not vomiting or swallowing. Even if he thought he was powerful, he could not use his tongue to block the bullets shot out by Moradin's anger.

Yang Dashuan smiled awkwardly, and the wildness just now became completely restrained. Looking at Old John who had been retching for a while, Yang Dashuan patted his back and handed him water to rinse his mouth. While he was busy, his father kept shouting.

In comparison, Joan of Arc was much quieter. She was like a child who made a mistake, without saying a word, and nervously looked at Old John who had recovered from his breath.

Yang Dashuan is a very thick-skinned man. He finally managed to serve Old John, and then he happily picked up the Destroyer who had just been bounced away. "Dad, look at it, this is not a mess."

Old John stopped coughing, and took a deep breath and it was considered a breath.

Joan of Arc quietly raised his head and swept his light over Old John.

Old John did not speak out to scold himself as she imagined, but instead raised his eyebrows and came to Yang Dashuan. "Little slut, what's wrong? Why don't you call old people? You're so old? You'll be yelling again? Almost overturned by the gutter. If you, Moradin, collapsed, I will never be able to raise my head in my life."

The saliva covered Yang Dashuan's face, and Yang Dashuan could only smile awkwardly. "Dad, you were joking. It wasn't that I didn't know who you were before, but now I know. You just don't care about villains and just give me a fart."

Puff Joan of Arc burst into laughter on the spot.

If you don’t learn anything, Yang Dashuan will learn all the bad habits of slaves.

"Can Dad scream?" Old John rolled his eyelids, feeling annoyed. "Little slut, I almost got scared to death by you. Did you get this Moradin rage from the dwarf? I have one in my collection, but because of the lack of corresponding skills, it can no longer be repaired. Can you show me..."

Yang Dashuan smiled foolishly and hurriedly handed over Moradin's anger.

It can be seen that Old John has indeed seen this thing. After receiving it, he first weighed the weight habitually. He took the opportunity to break open the barrel and took out the bullet. "Oh? This is the obsidian bullet? My collection was given by a dwarf friend, and it was useless. I'll give it to you... It turns out that you have this, and I said, why would the undead magician wanted by the church be killed so easily!"

“That’s…”

Yang Dashuan was about to brag about himself, but how did he and Xiu Yi plot against each other? But just now he opened his mouth, but suddenly he was stunned.

What the old man just mentioned was the church?

Yes, I definitely heard it right.

The knights escorted Old John also followed, and the flag waving in the wind gradually exposed to the fire - a cross flag with silver edges. The one who raised the flag was his old acquaintance, Captain Charlie, whose face was swollen, as if he was hit by a hammer.

Yang Dashuan was stunned.

These are the knights of the church, so I just released the frost dragon - what should I do?

Charlie gave Yang Dashun a thumbs up with an admiration. "You are cruel!"

Yang Dashuan blinked his eyes and didn't say a complete sentence for a long time.

Pagans are all about to be hanged on the stolen rack - Joan of Arc's words have always been deeply remembered by him. It was this sentence that made him dare not use the Frost Dragon openly. He originally thought that he could hide the truth, but he could use the power of the Green Jade Soul Bead to develop his territory. But now, the Frost Dragon summoned in front of the most elite knight of the church almost broke his father-in-law with one shot.

Yang Dashuan looked back and saw that at least half a team of Knights who came with him this time, there must be about 1,500 people.

The Frost Dragon had already summoned once, and it would take six or seven hours to accept the second summon... Moradin's anger was just a shameful means, and was looked at by Old John. If he wanted to be the same as the last time, he would be fine if he was smeared.

Fucked.

If it was someone else, it would be better. But this old man was Joan of Arc.

"Come on, give me the Green Jade Soul Bead." Old John stretched out his hand carelessly. "I have three main purposes this time, and that is one. The church will never allow the power of the undead to run rampant on the continent, and this evil magic prop will gradually devour the user's hearts. This time I pretend that I didn't see it. I will never hold you accountable."

He glanced at Joan of Arc standing aside, and Joan of Arc nodded secretly.

Yang Dashuan was a little hesitant.

Although his strength is already above the entire wasteland, for himself, the natives on the wasteland are more afraid of the frost dragon than themselves. Although the frost dragon only has five minutes a day, it is enough to solve most of the problems they encounter.

If I just handed over it like this, it would probably be a bit inappropriate.

But this is not the main problem. He was just now secretly imprisoned by this old man. Yang Dashuan is not a fool. He was scruples and would not easily believe Old John again without saying anything.

"No!" Old Yang shook his head.

Joan of Arc was stunned.

She didn't care about Old John being by the side and quickly pulled Yang Dashuan aside. "How can you refuse?"

Yang Dashuan was full of grievance and said to Joan of Arc. "You said right? What if he tricked me again? If I handed over the Frost Dragon to him and he came to deal with me again, wouldn't I just wait to die? No matter how much I booleans, I don't think I can kill half of the Knights in the United Team!"

"How is that possible!" Joan of Arc was anxious. "You don't know the church's methods. The church is never ruthless to pagans. It's already a matter of opening the net to ask you to hand over the Frost Dragon. This opportunity cannot be wasted!"

"How do you know he is not cutting off the firewood from the bottom of the pot?" Yang Dashuan blocked Joan of Arc back with one sentence.

Joan of Arc was silent immediately.

After saying this to Lao Yang, Joan of Arc also remembered how the church dealt with the pagans. It would be fine if those without faith use items from the undead, they will naturally be attributed to the kind of sin and evil. There has never been an exception... There was no before, and there are no one now.

Joan of De looked at Yang Dashuan, and his eyes were filled with unavoidable worries.

Seeing this look, Old Yang understood in his heart. No matter what, even if he beats himself to death, he cannot hand over the Frost Dragon.

"Hey, little slut, you should have finished talking, right?" Old John shouted angrily. "Have you considered it, after passing this village, there will be no such store. Give me a quick look, don't talk so much nonsense, be more comfortable if you are a man."

"I'm not a man!"

Yang Dashuan wiped his nose and applied it to Old John's wrinkled clothes. "I'm still a boy."

Old John blinked his eyes, and he didn't even have a fart broken out for a long time.

"I'll tell you the truth. Frost Dragon, don't want to pass through me. This is impossible. I have to rely on this thing to gain a foothold in the wasteland. The situation on the wasteland is worse than you think. Without it, I can't do it at all." Yang Dashuan's neck hard and he didn't want to let go. "As for other things, I'll consider it. There are still two hundred elves in my territory. If you like it, I can give you half of it."

"Trade!" Old John agreed very readily.
Chapter completed!