"Don’t worry, old man, you are a monk, but you are old and have a long life. I don’t want to spend my ass!" Wen Tiangen doesn’t have that idea. If he runs, will he come? How can he have the heart to sit on the throne?
"What do you think of these things? Father is in a mess now. What should be done?" Wen Zhong rubbed his temples. He was very upset. What should he do?
Wen Tian didn’t answer immediately but hesitated for a moment. "That I want to say, Dad, don’t hit me! If you don’t agree, forget it! "
Wen Zhong nodded. He wanted to hear what the good idea was.
"In fact, it’s very simple. Just scrap Di Xin and push it to Loi Wo Temple to cut it down, then set up a new king and slowly kill the rebels!" Wen Tian breathed a sigh of relief and secretly glanced at Wen Zhong.
Suddenly I felt bad when I heard the news. "The money in the store is on the table!"
Wen Tianhua rose to the sky with a rainbow, and Wen Zhong immediately became furious.
"You bastard!" Wen Zhong set up a light-dodging sky and flashed the eye. A sharp light flashed and the whip was forbidden to move at the same time.
"Hey! Dad, didn’t you agree not to be angry? Don’t mess around! " Wen Tian, but the dead have all come out. The old man is really angry. When the whip is forbidden and the eye moves at the same time, Wen Tian is not given a breath.
Two people blink of an eye and fly out for hundreds of miles. Wen Zhong has a black face. You won’t give me a sigh of relief. Can’t you see I’m powerless?
"I said the old man you are too faithless! It’ s too despicable to know that there is no magic weapon to bully me! " I’m crying, but I think this guy is a little short of cigarettes. It’s not like he’s running for his life
"It’s only natural to beat children!" Wen Zhong listened to the gas knot, which was determined to teach this little bastard a good lesson.
The whip is like a long dragon hanging over Wentian’s eye. From time to time, Wentian shoots from time to time. Every time Wentian takes refuge at the key moment, Wen Zhong jumps through the ceiling.
Even if Wen Zhong’s mana is strong, it can’t stand the high-intensity consumption of the divine light of the eye, but it is also extremely mana-consuming, and so is the ban on whipping.
Finally, Wen Zhong was tired and panting and shouted, "You can’t let your dad go, you little bastard."
"The old man said that if you really let me lay down for ten days and a half months, I’m not that stupid!" Wen Tian smiled at Wen Zhong.
Wen Zhong only smiled bitterly. This small strength is already in himself, and I don’t know how to practice this small one.
It’s a big deal. It’s a freak.
Chapter III Strong Regression
Chapter III Strong Regression
Wen Zhong played for a long time and didn’t hurt Wen Tian. Adding mana has already made Nai Wen Zhong stop. I didn’t expect this small mixed strength to reach this point. Wen Zhong felt a little uncomfortable. How many years has this small talent been practicing? This person is so angry than people.
After hearing everything, I finally stopped and breathed a sigh of relief. The stealthy man emerged, and the little man really deserved to practice.
"Dad, why don’t we take a break and continue!" Wen Tian smiles like Wen Zhong gas knot
"I said you want to piss me off!" Wen Zhong almost didn’t think about it in one breath. It was really too much just now, and even the eye of the eye didn’t know how to avoid this small thing
"Come on, Dad, I don’t believe you are so small-minded!" Wen Tian smiled gently.
Wen Zhong also smiled, "You are a mixed child and I don’t know how to practice how to fix it so high! I don’t know how old I am! Hey! "
Wen Zhong’s tone is a little bleak. His big business has been fighting all his life. Is there really something wrong with big business? Wen Zhong pondered.
Wen Tian heard Wen Zhong say that he had built a high school and immediately gave a wry smile "I said, Dad, you actually said that I had built a high school! Take a closer look! "
Wen Zhong smell speech was a little surprised. Just now, Wen Tian gave him the feeling that it was really the peak feeling of pick Jin Xian, and his master, the Notre Dame of Dolly, gave him this feeling. Is it wrong that Wen Zhong carefully induced his eyes to stare at the boss?
"This is an alchemist! You cultivate talents, refine your mind and return to emptiness! " Wen Zhong looked unbelievable.
Wen Tian nodded. "If I had really saved my life just now, I would have confessed!"
Wen Zhong’s heart suddenly felt guilty than he didn’t expect his son to fix it. He didn’t think it was high. If it was really hard, Wen Tian would have to die! But he suddenly thought it was wrong. Then what just gave him the feeling of picking Jin Xian?
"Dad, you must be wondering why you were just like Luo Jinxian?" Wen Tian is a little proud, which is also his greatest pride. Speaking of it, Wen Tian himself didn’t expect such a result at first. The problem lies in his practice of Tao Dharma.
It’s really strange that Wen Zhong nodded. It’s absolutely difficult to pretend to be better than a person unless he is much taller than himself.
"In fact, that’s because I have a little pick fairy way! Hey! " Wen Tian’s true cultivation is just a return to emptiness, but his way is already the peak of pick Jin Xian, and he is about to break through the pick Jin Wonderland.
Wen Zhong was almost scared to death. What kind of freak is this? Mana is easy to repair, but Tao Dao is not so good. Wen Tian Dao Dao is so horrible. Wen Zhong has never seen such a strange monk. I’m afraid he is the only one.
"I said, how do you practice?" Wen Zhong swallowed a mouthful of saliva.