When did you become so depressed that you must ask your wife for help from your father-in-law in exchange for a unit of 3,000 people?

Yang Dashuan said firmly without any hesitation. [bsp;    "But can you protect Joan of Arc?" Old John wished he could slap this kid twice. The little bastard was very stubborn. It was nonsense to want him to walk according to his own ideas! "Don't say you can, I'm not at ease anyway! I'm just this daughter, I can't put her here with you, and I'm at risk of life at any time!"

"Anyway, I don't know about this, but today I know, so I must take her away!"

Faced with Yang Dashuan's stubbornness, Old John also showed a very determined side.

The old and the young stand with their eyes wide open, and no one will take a step back. This is a matter of principle and the most basic problem.

Yang Dashuan opened his mouth and swallowed it back when he was at his mouth. He didn't want to make too much trouble with Old John on this issue. Old John was Joan of Arc's father after all, so Yang Dashuan didn't want Joan of Arc to make a choice between himself and her father.

"Old man, let this matter go first. Roger will definitely not let Joan of Arc be in any danger!"

Leren hurriedly set off a smooth move.

Alice served tea and water, and spoke comforting, which made the old and the young a little calmer.

"Joan of Arc sits here!" Old John wiped the stool and called his daughter over.

Joan of Arc blinked his eyes and had to sit over obediently.

A silence.

Yang Dashuan was drinking a suffocating wine.

It's all because of this. Lina and Cruise. If they hadn't come here, this wouldn't have happened.

Alice and Leren sat beside Yang Dashuan and kept persuading him. In fact, this matter was nothing. Old John was just worried about the safety of his daughter. If Yang Dashuan could prove that he was capable of protecting his daughter, maybe Old John wouldn't be so worried.

Old John and Joan of Arc sat together, not knowing what they said.

The evening breeze became stronger and stronger, and the bonfire was blown, illuminating Joan of Arc's deep buried face red. The slaves were driven back by Yang Dashuan and they had to train tomorrow. It would be impossible to stay up late like this.

Gradually, the snowflakes began to fall again.

The seasons in the wasteland are very distinct, with long summers, continuous rainy seasons, and winters that seem to be snowing when winter comes.

Before the ice on the ground could melt, it started to snow again.

At this moment, I don’t know when it will stop. Leren and Alice were shivering in the wilderness. Yang Dashuan felt distressed, so he let them both go back to the house to rest. In the empty wilderness, only the old and the young, and Joan of Arc, who was extremely embarrassed in the middle.

Yang Dashuan picked up some firewood and put the fire together.

The flames were crackling.

Old John kept pounding the red charcoal fire with firewood in his arms, and his movements gradually slowed down. Yang Dashuan and Joan of Arc both looked at the flames and were a little dazed.

"Dad, what's the curse?" Yang Dashuan suddenly had this question. "To be honest, since you already know, I won't hide it from you. When that guy died, he gave me a curse. The curse came here!"

Yang Dashuan gave a thumbs up and lit his forehead.

"What curse!" The firewood broke into two pieces with a snap, and Old John widened his eyes.

"It was to kill his most respected elder with his own hands!" Joan of Arc murmured. "Dad. The curse has been established, and it will definitely follow the predetermined route. If the curse cannot be eliminated, otherwise it will only become a fact. I will not leave here. To be honest, I also hope you can leave as soon as possible... I am really scared!"

"Scared? What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of killing me with your own hands because of cursing this little bastard?" Old John couldn't help but laughed silently. He tinkered with Chai He in his hand and pointed at Yang Dashuan. "Have you heard the curse clearly, the most respected elder! Do you think this little bastard will respect me the most? The goddess is above. If he can respect me a little, even if my old bone is dead, I will be happy!"

Old John burst into laughter, as if he felt that he had heard the best joke in the world.

Perhaps it was precisely what John Old is referring to that Yang Dashuan was a little unbelievable about this curse.

In this world, he didn't know many elders, especially the elders he respected. After all, Old John is one, and Cochets is one. As for the "thriving feather" who had met once, Yang Dashuan would not think that he would have any conflict with these people.

Not only because they are not their opponents, but also because of their care for themselves.

Lao Yang is such a kind of person. He will remember what others treat him well. He will remember what others treat him badly. So he thinks this kind of curse is nonsense.

"I think it's the same!" Yang Dashuan laughed twice, grabbed the wine bottle and took a sip.

Old John's smile came to an abrupt end.

He stared at Yang Dashuan, who was grinning and smug, and his eyes made Old Yang feel a little embarrassed again.

"What do you think the curse is? Just a simple curse?" Old John frowned. "Joan of Arc is right, so he has to be careful."

"Then how to untie the curse?" Yang Dashuan was stunned.

Since Old John thinks this is not a joke, this matter must be taken seriously. Who knows whether the guys in the abyss will determine the spatial coordinates of the main plane based on this curse?

Old John shrugged. "Since the curse is established, at least I have no choice. If you can find Cochs, maybe he can help you untie the curse."

That old guy?

Yang Dashuan raised his eyebrows.

I'm afraid this old man wouldn't come to his territory even if he was beaten to death. Last time he was in the Sanctuary, he would climb around his territory three times.

"Then are there any other ways?" Yang Dashuan looked at Joan of Arc, then looked at Old John, with an expectation on his face.

Old John shook his head.

He found that his prospective son-in-law was always stubborn sometimes.

"By the way, I forgot to tell you something." Old John leaned over to Yang Dashuan, "I believe you already know some of this, but I still want to remind you again."

Seeing that Old John's expression became serious, Yang Dashuan immediately put away his careless appearance.
Chapter completed!