Tit for tat.

Everyone felt blood suddenly rushing to the top of their heads!

Responded!

Agreed!

The decisive battle is imperative!

Kill your spear and cut off your sunset!

How domineering.

Countless people immediately set off and headed towards Qipan Mountain!

Such a decisive battle is the biggest event in ten thousand years!

A battle that can change the world situation!

Although they couldn't go to the first peak of the chessboard to watch the game, even at the foot of the chessboard, everyone was coming!

Maybe I really won’t see such a grand event for the second time in my life.

Even if you just take a look from a distance and feel the momentum thousands of miles away, you will be participating.

Everyone thought that Xue Buxiao must be ready for battle and began to prepare for the battle.

But what no one knows is...

Xue Buxiao calmed down and asked Yutianqi Rui Qianshan and others to play cards at the Guardian headquarters.

Lost sticker.

But only the headquarters of our Orthodox Church.

Duan Xiyang made an appointment with Sun Wutian, Chen Gu, Bing Tianxue, and the four of them started playing mahjong.

Both sides have a lot of fun every day.

Among the three worlds.

It's the last year.

Fang Che's cultivation has increased rapidly in the past few years, and Feng Yun has also taken that half step.

This made Fang Che and Yan Beihan very dissatisfied.

"How can you be like this as the supreme leader? If you are both the supreme leader and the highest combat power, what will we do?"

"Beat him!"

So, the two of them started looking for Feng Yunche every now and then.

Chen Xue felt distressed and tears were filled with tears in her eyes: It's so cruel, so cruel. They actually beat you like this.

Feng Yun twisted his face: "It's okay, it's okay, as long as Xue Changqing hits me, I'll be content."

"You're so satisfied."

afternoon.

Fang Che stopped practicing, and flew forward and reached the opposite mountain.

Here, it is deserted.

There is not even a tree.

But there was a man who climbed up here every day and looked far away towards the valley where the vegetable field was located.

He didn't dare to go there, so he could only watch here every day.

Because he could feel that the only warmth that belongs to him was there.

Closing the nightmare.

Fang Che appeared in front of Feng Yemeng in a flash: "Aren't you not letting you come? Only then is the level of cultivation level too low."

Feng Nightmare smiled clumsyly.

He lowered his head and dared not speak.

Fang Che noticed that although he had cleaned up himself, there were still scars on his body that could not be covered.

"Your mother hit you again?"

Fang Che asked.

"No, no fight."

Ban Nightmare's shrunk answer.

Fang Che sighed.

He had no choice but to do this. Chen Menglan was Feng Ye Mengmeng's biological mother. How could he be a foreigner?

Besides, Chen Menglan herself is a victim.

No matter how innocent the nightmare is, it is also the product of the perpetrator.

Fang Che looked at the thirty-year-old's 'child', sighed and said gently: "Do you remember what I taught you last time?"

"Remember it all."

Feng Ye Meng began to recite ancient poems, and began to recite short stories from ancient poems, and he told him nothing wrong with Fang Che.

This child actually has the magical skill of never forgetting everything he saw and touching his ears.

While reciting these, Feng Ye Meng was both glittering and immersing in the story, it was his happiest time. He even fantasized that he was the child in the story and could enjoy all his love.

Fang Che sat down beside him, looked at the distant night, chewed a grass stem in his mouth, and said softly:

Do you hate your mother?”

""...——.No hatred." Feng Yemeng lowered his head.

"Hate - that man?" Fang Che asked again.

"hatred!"

This time, the nightmare was closed without hesitation.

"I'll tell you three more stories."

Fang Che said softly.

Feng Ye Meng was so excited that he sat straight: "Okay!"

The etiquette was passed on to him by Yan Beihan's initiation, and he always followed it very well.

"Once upon a time there was a child—

Fang Che told him slowly.

The night is getting deeper.

A sharp scream came from the entrance of a camp at the foot of the mountain, with great resentment and disgust.

"Shidden Nightmare! You bastard! Where did you die? Did you die outside?"

Chen Menglan began to call on her son.

Although she, the mother, wanted to strangle this evil seed to death, this evil seed was the bloodline of the Feng family. Feng Yun was in charge of the power here, and Chen Menglan dared not go too far.

The rest of the past few years has allowed Chen Menglan to recover a lot, and her appearance has all been restored, and she is as beautiful as a girl in her twenties.

Although my mood is bad and my emotions become extreme, everything is finally going to be better.

Only by treating her son, can he be disrespectful.

Since returning to the camp, everyone has taken good care of Chen Menglan. They should have only spiritual medicines and pills, and they are all top-notch food, drink, and wear.

But Feng Ye Meng didn't eat these things at all.

Finally, some people felt sorry for him and gave him a new set of clothes, but in less than two days he would be broken by Chen Menglan and hung one by one on his body.

Yan Beihan and others have advised him about this situation, but it is useless.

Because it is impossible to order a mother not to beat her son, right?

Where can I go for such a big grievance?

Until Fang Che heard it again, he kicked Chen Menglan and threw it away unreasonably: "Bastard! Believe it or not, I will destroy your Chen family when I go out? Kill a chicken or a dog?!"

Only then did Chen Menglan really restrain herself a lot.

Feng Ye Meng heard his mother's call and his eyes dimmed a little.

He stood up and knelt on the ground to salute: "Senior, I'm going back."

He wanted to call him a teacher, but how could Fang Che agree?

So, I have always been called "senius".

"Well, behave when you go back and get less beaten."
To be continued...