"Getting your own money is also called stealing?"

"What is your money? Did it write your name?" The child raised a silver note with great momentum: "This is your New Year's money. The one you used to buy the agency is your mother's money! You said - did you steal!"

Feng Xiaohai was almost crying, after all, his mother said so well. "I don't know which one is..."

He shook his hand and pressed the scabbard again, "Please play the world!"

The voice of the young man's self-confidence fighting with the world jumped out like this.

Feng Ming could hear this sound a few times outside before, but it was not as true as in his ears.

Forgot to do it for a moment, and looked in the voice: "What did you buy?"

As the reporter, he participated in the case of the Qianjie tailor shop throughout the process.

In his opinion, the handling of the case was already very fair.

It was also this time that I realized that [Mingquetai] was actually the person in charge of the Martial Arts Hou Xue Mingyi!

The truth of the entire case is clear and the facts are clear, and there is no room to confuse black and white.

Mr. Zhou was still calling people there, but he ordered one to catch another, and even his father went in.

Speaking of the chivalrous hero Ye Xiaoyun, he has the same name as his daughter. This makes him very happy. He realizes that his daughter will be very promising when she grows up.

The hero Xiaoyun also said goodbye to him!

In addition, I heard that there was an old man named Yan Sheng from Shushan who came to Yongguo and was said to have to open a college in Mengdu.

He paid special attention, thinking about whether his Xiaoyun could go in for a few years. Forget Xiaohai... It is indeed not a material for studying, so he will send it to learn martial arts when he goes back.

But the sound at the moment... is inexplicably familiar.

When my son lifted the villain in the agency to him... he became more familiar with him!

"He... is it?" Feng Ming's voice was a little trembling.

"Yangwu, right?" Feng Xiaohai was still crying, but now he was proud again: "Jiang Qingyang, the leader of the Yellow River! Limited edition, I bought it!"

Feng Ming naturally knew Jiang Wang's name, but he had never seen his portrait. Jiang Zhenjun did not go through the spirit, and never sculpted statues everywhere.

However, there is a person named "Zhen Wudi" in Taixu Realm, who sells Jiang Zhenjun's combat projections at different realms at a high price. It has a variety of categories and sells very well. Many people will buy a copy of the battle techniques, so they will buy a collection to souvenir.

But he is not keen on fighting and has no personality cult, so he is not willing to spend money.

It was not until today that I saw my true appearance.

It turned out to be Jiang Wang...

Yu Songhai turned out to be Jiang Wang!

Jiang Wang, who won the title of the Yellow River at the age of 19, is the strongest real person in ancient and modern times, and the youngest real master in history!

The mood at this moment is really complicated.

Feng Ming suddenly remembered the last conversation between the two when they parted that year.

Jiang Wang asked: "What month is it today?"

He said: "It seems to be the 28th day of the first lunar month."

As we all know today, Jiang Wang was born on the 28th day of the first lunar month of the 3900 year of the Taoist calendar. Many people are pregnant with children and deliberately ask doctors to keep up with the time and get to that day to have a child.

That day...it turned out to be his nineteenth birthday.

On the day when Qingyunting was slaughtered by blood, he rushed out of the darkness and desperately saved himself in the hands of the demons...

It was the 19th birthday of a teenager.

Judging from the public deeds, Jiang Wang had not yet won the title of the Yellow River at that time, nor had he revenged his blood. He was gritting his teeth, swallowing blood, and trying his best to become stronger.

At that time, I was twenty-one years old... I could only cry and ask for protection. After being saved, I was still confused in my life and wanted him to take me away.

"Dad? What do you think?" Feng Xiaohai waved with the villain in the agency.

"Brother Ming, are you okay?" Yue'er also came closer and felt quite worried: "Children like it, and they spend money on impulse. Don't be too angry... We can go and return the goods. He is still young, so how can he spend so much money?"

"I won't retreat!" Feng Xiaohai grabbed the villain in the agency and was about to run away: "Jiang Kuishou needs my support!"

The woman smiled angrily: "One brother Jiang Ge can knock you away a thousand miles away. What can you support him?"

"They are comparing sales!" daughter Feng Xiaoyun suddenly complained: "The top three sales will be the best collector's edition."

She said, and collected the Chongxuan Fenghua champion Houqian in her sleeve.

"Talking nonsense!" Feng Xiaohai's reasons for spending money were obviously different: "It is obvious that they are on the front line of the demon battlefield, so we need to pass on the light. If you buy a member of the agency, you will add another energy!"

"It's good if they don't have enough time to eat demons, but they're still trying to eat demons in the battlefield! I'll just coax you to memorize the "Three Character Classic" to you." In front of your younger brother who failed the exam, Feng Xiaoyun felt very wise and superior.

Feng Ming just wanted to sigh.

Unscrupulous merchants! Who said that there is no money nowadays? If you do this sales plan for the agency, wouldn’t you get the true teachings of Qian Mo? You can catch all the children of his old Feng family in one go.

But after thinking about it, he finally took out the silver notes and told Feng Xiaohai: "Go and buy a hundred... forget about ten!"

He is not short of money, but when he turns around, his daughter wants to go to the academy, his son wants to go to the martial arts hall, and Yue'er has to buy Yun Xiangzhai's clothes...

Feng Xiaohai looked excited: "Do you buy Jiang Tietou? In fact, the big sword is also very hard."

"What Jiang Tietou, who fights big swords." Feng Ming couldn't understand.

Feng Xiaohai had already run out and waved his hand as he ran: "You don't understand, this is all called - forget it, I'll rush first, I won't get it if I go too late!"

"Dad!" Feng Xiaoyun only shouted and stamped his foot.

Feng Ming obediently paid for it: "Save a little bit—"

"Thank you dad!" Feng Xiaoyun also ran away.

"Brother Ming—" Yue'er did not blame her husband for spending money indiscriminately, but just looked at him worriedly.

"I'm fine." Feng Ming responded and emphasized: "I'm fine."

Feng Ming really felt very happy at this moment, and in the feeling of happiness, he burst into tears unconsciously.

The hazy tears are like twists and turns.

He looked forward and seemed to see many Feng Mings in the past.

The sinister Feng Ming, the proud Feng Ming, the well-protected Feng Ming...

The cowardly Feng Ming, the fear Feng Ming, the crying Feng Ming, the sad Feng Ming, the useless Feng Ming...

Many Feng Mings were left in the cauldron that cooked people. Until the cold light passed through the sky, the figures flew out of the darkness and the person who took him away...the one who took him away was the easiest Feng Ming.

After walking around for so long, it seemed that I had returned to the intersection where I had parted.

He said, can you take me away? I can be your follower...Songhai was his follower at the beginning.

Many years have passed, and it is not until today that he understands Yu Songhai's rejection-
Chapter completed!