Yuan Zhisheng was a little helpless, but he didn't show his face and nodded to Yasha.

"Don't make things too difficult for the crow, he's such a guy."

"Thank you for your kindness!"

Yasha bowed with a standard, then pressed his companion who was still rubbing his head, and said fiercely.

"Why don't you apologize to the young master, you bastard!"

After some fight, the four of them divided the masters and ministers to sit down.

Noting the crow's shiny eyes and the attitude that Yasha was restrained but still caring, Yuan Chisheng smiled obscurely.

It seems that his retainers are very distressed.

Yes, as the young master from Yakuza, who was born in the lowest-level street, he asked Crows and Yasha to chop people or ask for protection fees, so he could not blink and be familiar with the road.

As for King of Fighters, it’s almost the same to bully ordinary people with the physical qualities of the mixed race. It’s really a headache to confront the masters of both mixed races around the world, using swords but game controllers.

Yuan Zhisheng also knew that because of Eriyi, his two retainers have really lived in dire straits these days, and they wanted to jump out of something and run over and chop each other.

However, this time the target of the task is not just a minion like "ghost".

For a moment, Yuan Zhisheng didn't say anything. He recalled the instructions from the parents not long ago. This was the first time he saw the old man showing such a solemn expression.

“Bronze and Fire.”

Juji Authentic says this.

Yuan Zhisheng, who was kneeling opposite him, couldn't tell the difference between everyone's mood at this moment.

Is it the believers who are so ecstatic that they see the gods they worship?

But not like.

The authentic thin and hunched body was trembling slightly.

For some reason, Yuan Zhisheng seemed to feel an emotion called excitement from the old man in front of him.

"Zhisheng, you have read the information."

"Um."

"I want to hear what you think."

Yuan Zhisheng pondered for a moment.

"I have doubts about this game."

"oh?"

Juji is very interested in it.

"Suspect?"

“That’s right.”

Yuan Zhisheng said.

"Although based on the information we have, bronze and fire will indeed recover this year."

"However, slaying dragons is an unimaginable great cause, how could there be such a thing as usurping the divine power?"

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head.

He remembered the description in the information.

In the post that topped the Hunter's website, someone actually held a competition to invite mixed races from all over the world to divide the authority of bronze and fire.

Slaughtering God is an epic that only exists in legends.

Some people actually became greedy for the gods.

What an exaggerated ambition.

"Weapon the divine power."

Ju Zheng repeats the words of her adopted son.

He lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

"Your suspicion is correct. Chisheng, there is no mortal in this world who can touch the throne of God."

The head of the Snake Eight Family said this.

"But, since the people behind the Hunter website have set up this arena, and we, who are responsible for the imperial blood, are really unreasonable if we don't go there."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.

"I'll leave tomorrow."

"No hurry."

Ju Zhengzong raised her hand and looked at her adopted son kindly.

"I'm old."

First, he let out such a sigh, and then Ju Jing said it.

"It's time to hand over the position of the parents to you in the past two years."

Yuan Zhisheng's expression changed.

"Your body..."

"Okay, OK."

Ju Jing smiled happily, she really looked like a kind and kind elder.

"I know how I am in good health."

"Everyone has a mission."

"I took the Ba family of Sheqi to this day. It's almost time to hand over this position to the young people."

Zhisheng, you are a powerful soldier and a competent leader. I feel relieved to hand over the Eight Family of the Snake Qi to you."

Ju said authentically and emotionally.

Until this time, Yuan Zhisheng suddenly realized that the man in front of him was so old.

He lowered his head, unable to bear to look at the old man's face that was full of ravines.

The handsome boy stuttered his lips twice.

"If possible, I want to keep sitting at the young head of the family and make your knife."

Ju Zhengzong laughed twice with cheerful smile.

He slapped his adopted son on the shoulder vigorously.

"What stupid things are you saying, you kid!"

"It's just here with me, I'm out, so I can't do that."

"I know, I know everything."

"You have always been a gentle child."

The old man suddenly fell silent for a long time.

"After so many years, are you still blaming yourself for the child's affairs?"

Yuan Zhisheng lowered his head and did not speak.

Juji sighed deeply.

"Thank you for your hard work, Chisheng."

"If the child is a child, I will definitely forgive you."

"Thanks."

Yuan Zhisheng said this and changed the subject.

"So, because of family affairs, can't I go?"

"Um."

Ju Zhengjun nodded with relief.

“You have to start getting in touch with the family’s business and work.”

"In addition, you have to learn to think about problems from the perspective of our parents."

"Although the person behind the Iron Throne doesn't know who it is, using the authority of bronze and fire as bait, it will probably shed a lot of blood in this game."

The old man said cautiously.

"Zhisheng, your life is more important than you think."

"But you must not take risks easily."

Yuan Zhisheng nodded.
To be continued...