Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

Ideals are beautiful, but reality is without exception as bleak as the White Bone Demon.

The ten big men and the three members of the Jiang family were all knocked down.

Jiang Zhiyi placed his hand on Jiang Zhizhou's face and looked at Jiang Huaibo: "Master Jiang, I only want the share that is legally mine. Understand?"

As he said this, he exerted force on his feet, and Jiang Zhizhou screamed and shed a hada:

"Woo woo, Dad, Dad, give it to him, give it to him quickly."

There was blood in his mouth and his words were not clear.

But Jiang Huaibo heard it clearly, after all, he was the son he had raised for 22 years.

"Jiang Huaibo, what are you still hesitating about? Can't you see that the prefect is in so much pain?" Chu Lanyue yelled at Jiang Huaibo heartbreakingly.

After some hesitation, Jiang Huaibo was about to transfer money to Jiang Zhiyi, but was stopped by Jiang Zhiyi:

"Wait a minute, my lawyer will be here soon, and I want justice later. I don't trust you."

Jiang Huaibo was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

His original plan was to have someone freeze the card after Jiang Zhiyi, the plague god, left, and then find someone to kidnap Jiang Zhiyi.

I didn't expect this country bumpkin to know all this.

The lawyer arrived quickly.

Justice went smoothly, otherwise it would not work. Jiang Zhiyi punched one of them.

When Jiang Zhiyi's back disappeared at the Jiang family's gate, Chu Lanyue did not wait for Jiang Nian.

"Hello, Xiao Ming, Master was kicked out of the house." Jiang Zhiyi called Song Qiming while standing next to the green belt at the gate of Anzheng Apartment.

The whole person sounded extremely lost.

There is a hint of sadness in the pleasant voice.

A little baby hiding not far behind Jiang Zhiyi tilted its head: "...What is big brother doing? So happy? But what he said made me feel sad for him."

Song Qiming's heart tightened, and he spoke to the other end of the phone:

"Master, wait for me, I'll come pick you up right away.

Master, don't be sad. They don't want you, but I want you. You will follow us from now on."

He spoke cautiously, but couldn't control his trembling emotions.

From now on, he will be the only relative left to the master.

He must treat his master well.

Warm Master with your heart, let Master feel the warmth, and make Master happy.

"Yes." Jiang Zhiyi agreed softly, his voice full of infinite fatigue and helplessness: "Xiao Ming, you are the only one left for Master."

Song Qiming ran as fast as he could in his life and headed straight towards Jiang Zhiyi.

He didn't take a car, but used the sprint talisman, and his speed was faster than the car.

The car still has to pass the traffic light.

He walked in a straight line, but he just had to wade through a few small rivers, climb over a few more walls, and pass through a wilderness.

An Keshu frowned when he saw his son running out like a gust of wind.

Getting less and less calm.

But she also knew that her son was aware of the situation and would not do anything dangerous that would expose his identity.

So I didn't ask any more questions.

Continuing to pedal her motor at home, she took twenty orders for custom clothing online in one go.

Now that Ming'er has a master, she wants to prepare a gift for Xiao Ming to become his apprentice.

You can't really become a disciple just by opening and closing your mouth. That doesn't make sense.

So I can’t just make two pieces a month to support my family like before.

[Host, you scared your little cutie.] 5836 obtained Song Qiming's figure based on all the electronic devices along his route.

The young man passed by like the wind.

If 5836 had not adjusted the speed to 0.5 times, the image he captured would have been just an afterimage.

[Alas, his temper hasn't changed. I shouldn't have made him anxious.] Although Jiang Zhiyi blamed Song Qiming for not knowing how to take care of herself, she didn't blame herself.

It’s just because happiness is valued too much.

The fact that a man has this ability only proves that he has good vision.

As he spoke, a soft glow emanated from his whole body.

Speaking of Jiang Nian, he was afraid that if he didn't reply to Chu Lanyue's message, Chu Lanyue would come to him with Jiang Zhiyi.

He begged Song Ze to send him back to Fuxi College and not to tell the Jiang family. He didn't want his parents to worry about him.

The wound on his face had not yet healed, so Song Ze certainly did not agree with him going back so early.

But he couldn't bear Jiang Nian's crying.

The Song family and the Jiang family are not in the same direction.

To get from the Song family to the Jiang family, you have to pass by Anzheng Apartment.

Jiang Zhiyi was just waiting for Song Qiming by the main road.

When he was wrapped in happiness, kicking his feet with shyness on his face.

Song Ze in the car also happened to turn his head and look outside.

What I saw was a very shocking picture.

Jiang Zhiyi seemed like a little prince in a fairy tale world, shy for some unknown reason.

His almost perfect figure made him look charming and lovely with every tiny movement.

"Brother Ze, what are you looking at?"

Noticing Song Ze's abnormality, Jiang Nian raised his head from Song Ze's arms and asked with a smile.

There is a sweetness in the voice.

Suddenly, Song Ze felt that Jiang Nian's sweetness was too greasy and too artificial.

It was so annoying that he felt a little uncomfortable.

The image of Jiang Zhiyi that he saw unconsciously appeared in his mind.

So he asked, "Niannian, why haven't you seen Jiang Zhiyi recently?"

Jiang Nian's heart was filled with alarm.

Her hand brushed against the sensitive area of ​​Song Ze's heart intentionally or unintentionally: "Why did Brother Ze suddenly ask about him?"

But now Song Ze’s mind was full of the figure of Jiang Zhiyi he had just seen.

He was completely unresponsive to Jiang Nian's teasing.

"It just suddenly occurred to me that he must have had a hard time in that remote little village these years. Are your parents treating him well?"

When asking these questions, Song Ze completely forgot that the reason he invited Jiang Nian to live in the Song family was because Jiang Nian was beaten into a pig's head by Jiang Zhiyi.

pat...

Jiang Nian's eyes were filled with tears, which fell one by one:

"Brother Zhiyi has had a very hard time these years, so I tried my best to make it up to him, but, but some time ago...Brother Ze, you care about him so much, don't you like me anymore?

Yes, after all, Brother Zhiyi is the truly precious young master, and my happiness over the years has been stolen..."

What Jiang Nian said gave people a lot of room for imagination, and she looked so pitiful.

Song Ze sighed and began to coax Jiang Nian, and only after swearing and making promises did he finally let the matter go.

It was supposed to be a two-hour drive, but Song Qiming arrived near the residential area where Jiang Zhiyi lived in just one hour.

He stopped to straighten his clothes which were messy because of his fast pace.

After reciting the mantra of concentrating and calming the mind seven times, he smoothed his hair twice and walked towards the place where he had agreed to meet Jiang Zhiyi.

I saw Jiang Zhiyi standing on the curb from a distance.

He was so dazzling that he could be recognized at a glance.

"Master!" Song Qiming ran over.

"So fast?" Jiang Zhiyi asked as usual.

Song Qiming nodded, lying without blushing or beating his heart: "When Master called me, I happened to be away from home. It's much closer to take a car here."

"Thank you for your hard work, Xiao Ming. From now on, Master will have to follow Xiao Ming." Jiang Zhiyi said with a deliberately bitter expression.

Song Qiming cooperated very well and didn't let Jiang Zhiyi lose face. He patted his chest and promised: "From now on, if I have a disciple, I will drink a sip of soup and you, the master, will eat a bite of meat.

"I am a strong and healthy disciple, so even if I do hard labor like moving cement, I can still support my master and let him eat meat every day."