"If I don't agree..."

Jiufeng slapped the base of the longbow behind her, held the longbow in her hand with her backhand, and her momentum roared, directly pressing back Ji Wutian's words.

I saw that his eyebrows were full of impatientness. He was nine feet and three inches tall, and he was facing Ji Wutian with a sense of oppression. He said word by word: "I gave the Seventh Prince two choices. First, we have a duel. If you win, you will be the one who will decide today. Second, you can go to the palace to hold His Majesty's legs and cry, and see if His Majesty can agree to your request. There is no other choice except these two items!"

Ji Wutian gritted his teeth and said, "What tone do you have to do with me..."

"I, Jiufeng, had been saved by your father fifteen years ago, and since then, this life has been his. But remember that I call you the Seventh Prince, and I give you the face of your father."

Jiufeng's eyes showed a little bit of charm, and she continued with a blunt expression: "As for you...who are you?"

"Brother Ninth is mighty!"

Long Aotian didn't care about it at this time and was punched by Jiufeng, and quickly applauded and applauded.

Besides, Brother Jiu’s punch just now seems to be not a violent blow, it is obviously a spur to love me!

The sun was dazzling, the streets were messy, and the people around him gathered. In the public eye, they were humiliated so much. But Ji Wutian couldn't say a word of refutation. His face turned red, and he looked at them in a fury, laughing angrily, and nodded repeatedly: "Okay! OK! OK!!!"

If he wants to fight Jiufeng, he will only think about seeking abuse unless his mind is broken. As for crying with his father's legs? He is very sure that he may be kicked out before he hits his father's thigh.

"Lord Jiufeng, then we will have a date later."

After saying this, Ji Wutian walked away with his sleeves and ignored Ji Wuli and others.

How could Ji Wuli do this when he sees this? You brother don’t have my younger brother in your eyes, but we brothers must give you a wave at this time!

"Give me a gift to Brother Seven."

Alas! There is no way, who has made me read more and develop a polite personality?

Ji Wutian shook his body, then snorted coldly, leaving the place without looking back.

My face was lost.

Watching Ji Wutian leave, then retracted his gaze. Ji Wuli respectfully said to Fengjiu: "Thank you, Master Fengjiu, for helping you."

"Help me! Just get less trouble for me in the future! Do you know that your Majesty will have to run away after a word?" Feng Jiu cursed and put the Changbow on his body, then pointed at Long Aotian: "Little bastard, you can fix this street within two days, otherwise I will be scolded again. If I was scolded, you should not think about it!"

"Yes, yes! Isn't it just that the repairs are received? It's guaranteed to be beautiful for you!"

Long Aotian replied with a smile on his face.

Fengjiu's expression was slightly slower. To be honest, he liked Long Aotian's personality very much. He seemed to have a hippie smile but didn't have a straight face, but in fact he felt comfortable living like this. Looking at those princes, the young and young thoughts were so deep. In his opinion, how tiring it is to live!

Isn’t it just the throne of a small country? As for the struggle to get ahead of the throne?

"I'll go find you to drink somewhere else."

Feng Jiu threw down this sentence, and his toes were connected to the dots, and his figure seemed to be astonished as a surprise. In a few blinks, he disappeared on the street.

Go back to take a break.

Long Aotian had a bitter face and sighed: "I'm really a friend with wine and meat..."

Ji Wuli smiled and patted his shoulder, whispering to comfort him: "Mr. Fengjiu has taken good care of us. Even if it was the father's intention today, if he hadn't been present, according to Brother Qi's personality, he wouldn't have stopped so easily."

“That’s right.”

Long Aotian thought about it and nodded in agreement.

...

In the living room, Chenyu and the girls bought them tea and retreated to clean up the mess in the yard, while also leaving them room for chatting.

As for Zhang, after the incident, Qi Lu had already comforted her for a while and asked her mother to go back to her room to rest.

Zhang felt sorry for her son's experience and said that all this was caused by her. The self-blame in her eyes made Qi Lu feel particularly uncomfortable.

"Mom is your burden, Lu'er, Mom thinks otherwise she will take you back..."

"mother."

Qi Lu interrupted her. He knew that in order to help him suffer less, when he chose to come to the capital, Zhang mentioned that he wanted to take Qi Lu to the Zhang family for asylum, but Qi Lu refused.

In his opinion, it is better to set up your own business than to rely on others. No one’s face needs to be seen. After all, the Zhang family is the home of his two uncles. What’s the matter after they have passed by!

Looking at the white hair that had appeared in her mother in just a few days, Qi Lu held her hand and comforted her: "You are not a burden."

He never regarded Zhang as a burden, and had never felt his mother's care. Instead, he felt that in this cold world, it was really a blessing to have a family that would give all his heart and care about his relatives all the time.

After coming to this world, what made him most happy was not to be able to start serious cultivation, nor to be a lucky person to become a time traveler in hundreds of millions, nor to meet one or two close friends...

The existence of Zhang is the warmest and happiest thing he feels.

...

Time went back to the present, and after arranging my mother to rest, Qi Lu and the other two sat opposite each other, calmed down their emotions, and couldn't help but ask, "Who is that Jiufeng?"

Even Ji Wuli was extremely respectful to him. I guess it was not as simple as the emperor's personal bodyguard?

After all, Qi Lu has never seen anyone. Any bodyguard from the master dared to shout at the master's son and yelled at the master's son.

"Fifteen years ago, Qiguo was not established at that time. On the road to foreign wars, His Majesty picked up Jiufeng."

"Pick it up?" Qi Lu was even more confused. Can this master with a high level of cultivation be picked up by the roadside cabbage?

If that's so simple, then call me a master of hundreds of kilograms!

“It is indeed.”

Ji Wuli nodded, agreeing with what Long Aotian said. He slowly added:

"I was only one year old at that time, and I only learned through others when I grew up. Jiufeng had no idea of ​​fighting with any master, but was seriously injured and unconscious on the side of the road. It was because his father tried every possible way to save him. In order to repay his life-saving grace, the other party has followed his father since then."

Long Aotian whispered with a thief-eyed look: "Also, I heard that although Jiufeng is a human race, he has the blood of the phoenix race in his body..."

Qi Lu stared speechlessly.

Human-beast hybrid?

Jiufeng: You are afraid you don’t want to die...
Chapter completed!