Han Ze opened his eyes and saw his youngest son, Han Xing.

In a blink of an eye, is this little guy 16 years old?

"Old Han, I am a person who can see things, do you believe it?" Tang Feng smiled very cheaply, and as he spoke, he hugged the little Hanxing in his arms.

"I don't believe it, you give me your son back." Han Ze was very nervous. Tang Feng was a man with no moral integrity. His son was only two years old. Tang Feng actually carried his son to the street.

Pointing at the women coming and going, he taught step by step: "Little Hanxing, to see which aunt is better, you must first look at the legs."

"Legs, legs."

"Yes, your legs should be long and straight. If you can still be white, you will be a good aunt."

"Haha, hehe, good aunt." Han Xing pointed at a woman and said this.

"Well, genius! This kid is a genius. He actually knows that the person wearing black stockings is a good aunt!" Tang Feng picked up Han Xing and kissed him hard, rubbing his hair hard: "Genius!"

Han Ze felt his heart was broken! He felt that his youngest son was afraid he would be led by Tang Feng since he was a child.

Therefore, Tang Feng was unwilling to take his son away again.

"Don't rob, this time I want to teach him a set of swordsmanship, a set of outstanding swordsmanship that he only knows in the world!"

"I said, I can tell fortunes! He will be the world's number one swordsman, he will fight side by side with my little Tang Ling, but when it comes to using swords, my little Tang Ling will not be his opponent."

"Oh, go away! I'm not talking nonsense. He's also the top three people on my fire list. What's wrong with me personally training it?"

"Give me your son, he is only two years old. Teach him a ghost sword!"

The memories suddenly shattered in front of Han Ze's eyes, and he was a little dazed.

"Dad?" Han Xing walked to Han Ze, climbed up to his desk, reached out to shook his hand in front of Han Ze's eyes twice, and suddenly he rushed forward and rushed straight behind Han Ze.

There was a sudden light in Han Ze's eyes. He grabbed a pen on the desk and suddenly stabbed Han Xing's eyes at a tricky angle.

Han Xing turned sideways, grabbed the wooden sword with his left hand and grabbed it by him.

With a "swish" sound, the wooden sword and the pen intertwined, and the father and son's faces changed at the same time, and then they fought quickly, and in just ten seconds, at least fifty swords were stabbed to each other.

Finally, Han Ze's pen pressed on Han Xing's chest. Han Xing scratched his head in annoyance, curled his lips, and said, "I won't play anymore."

Han Ze threw down the pen in his hand and said lightly: "You just want my armor?"

Han Xing said disrespectfully: "If my swordsmanship was not effective at the moment, you would have lost long ago."

Han Ze didn't say anything, he remembered the man again. What kind of swordsmanship did he teach his son?

Korean star looked at the set of armor behind the desk, a green uniform robe, and a vigorous blue dragon on his back, like a dark pattern.

Only he knows how awesome this suit of armor is!

He has been envious for a long time.

"Your swordsmanship? Do you still remember who taught you?" Han Ze asked lightly while folding the newspaper.

"Who taught me what? I have no impression of it. I am a genius. It is a sword technique that is naturally imprinted in my mind." Han Xing said indifferently.

Suddenly, he noticed the newspaper in Han Ze's hand and grabbed it.

"The Road to Glory? Tang Ling? Why is this kid again? Why does he get into the news every time he does something?" Han Xing was a little dissatisfied.

"You want to be on the news too? Can you do what he does?" Han Ze glanced at his son.

"I don't know." Han Ze scratched his head, but after a moment he smiled, "I just wanted to go to the news. When it comes to the news, many young ladies will notice me. Look at Alice, Xiaojing, and Dunzi in the city, oh, anyway, do they still dare to ignore me?"

Han Ze's face suddenly turned red. It seemed that subconscious memory was really stubborn, or was his son originally a lewd embryo?

Thinking of this, he had already grabbed the pen holder on the table and smashed it directly at the Korean star: "Get out of here!"

**

"Stop, stop me." The world exploded again because of Tang Ling.

But what about Tang Ling himself? He hid in a cold, slightly damp cave.

The whole person was curled up, constantly slamming the cave walls one by one.

In just five minutes, he actually smashed the entire cave wall of the soil with a metallic luster. It was a phenomenon that only occurred after the soil was infinitely smashed.

Looking closely, a blue, twisted trace appeared on Tang Ling's back.

It was squirming and spreading constantly. Every time it twisted, it brought great pain to Tang Ling.

This pain is even more painful than eating ferocious beast meat, and at the same time it has a very cold feeling that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, like freezing every inch of flesh and blood.

Tang Ling had a dagger beside him, with blood on his back. Obviously, he wanted to use the dagger to pick out the weird blue mark at the beginning, but it was useless at all.

He just endured, and his face was pale with a cold face.

In the two battles, that Young Master Long did not lose so thoroughly!
Chapter completed!