Zhu San pouted and said, "It won't kill Zhu Hao if you're hungry. Please tell me."

Zhu Hao did not continue talking, but looked at Lu Song.

Seeing Zhu San's enthusiastic look, Lu Song was speechless for a while. When he turned to look at his son, he found that his son was also staring directly at Zhu Hao, his face full of enthusiasm.

In the end, he simply sat aside and waited. He wanted to know what kind of story Zhu Hao told to actually make several children not go to lunch?

Could it be that those old folk tales can also attract children almost to the point of madness?

But when Lu Song himself listened to a part, he realized that this story

Really attractive.

Even adults like him can't help but step into it and enter the ups and downs of the martial arts world.

Lu Bing was a martial artist, and he was originally interested in martial arts stories. In addition, the ups and downs of the story were so familiar with the essence of martial arts novels that after listening to them for a long time, Lu Song also forgot what he was here for.

"Eighteen years have passed in the blink of an eye, and Guo Jing has grown into an eighteen-year-old young man. He and the Seven Strangers of Jiangnan"

"It's six monsters. Didn't one of them die?"

Zhu San was quick-witted and immediately corrected him.

Jinghong said: "The Seven Monsters are a name. They are a whole. If you know if one of them will die, just listen to Zhu Hao."

Zhu San glared at Jinghong with his lips pursed, and continued to listen to the story regardless of his stubbornness.

"Guo Jing was ordered by his teacher to go south first. This was also Guo Jing's first time traveling far away. He had little experience and felt that everything was fresh and new. Especially the prosperity of the Central Plains amazed him. At this moment, he met a little beggar.
Chapter completed!