He was thin and was pushed to the corner of the wall by two gangsters, and he was hunched over and leaned on the wall with a crutch, huddled on the wall and shivered.

The yard was in a mess, just like a premature robber.

Ermo rushed upwards with anger in his chest, and lowered his voice to ask Yan Zheng for instructions: "Your Highness, these two souls are weak and do not be sons. They actually bullied an unarmed old man. Please wait for me to go on and teach them a lesson!"

Yan Zheng shook his head and replied expressionlessly: "Don't worry, let's talk about it later!"

Then he looked into the distance and looked around the entire Anningfang again. At this moment, the Anningfang was silent, as if it was dead, and there was only the corner of the northeast that was full of vitality.

Looking at the messy traces in the yard again, the two gangsters seemed to be looking for something, and Yan Zheng gradually had an answer in his heart.

If nothing unexpected happens, the Lord of Penglai will guide him to come to this place, and it will be a chain of tasks depending on the posture.

Yan Zheng smiled playfully, jumped from the wall and jumped into the yard. Ermo hugged Peng Ji and exclaimed behind him, "Your Highness, the son of a thousand gold is not sitting in the hukou hall!"

Ermo's scream immediately attracted the attention of three people in the yard. The old man and the two gangsters turned their heads to this side, and happened to see Yan Zheng falling from the sky like a big roc spreading his wings.

The two gangsters were shocked by Yan Zheng's desperate posture, and they jumped back together, shouting with a serious and vigilant look: "Who is it!"

After Yan Zheng landed on the ground, he removed his inertia and put his sleeves on his back and said, "Don't ask who I am, I'm your father!"

When the two gangsters heard Yan Zheng scolding him, they were furious and did not pay attention to any martial ethics. They attacked each other from left to right and punched Yan Zheng together.

Yan Zheng took a step back and said with a sinister smile: "Have you ever seen a big fireball falling from the sky?"

The two gangsters were stunned by Yan Zheng's words, and stopped halfway with their fists. At the moment of their hesitation, the lava giant fell from the sky. The lava giant was made by ears based on the power of dreams.

In the dream, the body of the lava giant is not a phantom in reality, but a real entity.

The blood-resisted lava giant is three meters tall and has a body composed of magma and rocks. The weight is no less than 100 tons.

From Tian Luo, he smashed straight on the two Hunhun's body, directly smashing the two gangsters into minced meat.

There was a loud bang, and the sky was shaking loudly.

The earth shook three times, and the old man with a crutch was shaken to the ground with his butt. The tiles on the house behind him were scattered and the smoke and dust suddenly rose up, and people could not see clearly.

Yan Zheng covered his nose and coughed while taking back the lava giant, fanning it with his hands, hoping that the smoke and dust in the yard would dissipate as soon as possible.

The dust spread lasted for a long time before the dust settled. When the sight recovered, Yan Zheng realized that the old man in the corner had been frightened. He opened his eyes and mouth wide, as if he had petrified.

Yan Zheng said intimidly that this is his key mission figure. If he is scared to death, who should he ask for advice? He hurried forward to support the old man and pinched the old man's people.

The old man howled, and the breath that was held in his throat finally came to breathe evenly. The old man who had returned to his soul looked at Yan Zheng with horror and dodged back in fear, but there was a wall behind him, and there was no way to retreat.

After retreating, the old man was so scared that he was angry, his eyes turned pale, and he seemed to be sucking over again.

Yan Zheng quickly pinched the old man and shouted: "Don't be too busy to dizzy! I'm not a bad person, I'm Li Jiancheng, I'm the prince!"

Sure enough, in this era of supreme imperial power, nothing is more convincing than the emperor and the prince. After hearing Yan Zheng's words, the old man who was only thrusting suddenly calmed down and looked at Yan Zheng suspiciously and said in surprise: "You are the prince."

?How do you prove it!"

In the old man's heart, the prince is a noble figure. How could he fall from the sky and appear in his home? He could also summon a demon god with flames...

Yan Zheng was a little embarrassed by the old man's question. He looked at Ermo on the wall with help. Ermo stepped on the black clouds and fell from the sky.

Seeing this, Yan Zheng opened his mouth and could stuff a duck egg into it. He found that Ermo's black fog was really good, able to control corpses and be prosthetics. Now even Temao's flight mode has come out, what else

This black cloud cannot do it!

Ermo did not seem to see the surprised expression on Yan Zheng's face, and fell directly in front of the old man lightly, and yelled: "Bold! You dare to be rude to Your Highness the Prince!"

As Ermo took out a token from his arms. When the old man saw it, his face changed drastically. He couldn't stand up and said he was just talking to His Highness the Prince. The Prince forgives his crimes and other words, his body trembled naturally. It was obviously

I was scared very much.

This scene made Yan Zheng realize again that his identity can indeed play a big role!

Then Yan Zheng squatted down and helped the old man up and asked softly: "Don't be afraid, old man, I'm not an unreasonable person, I'm sorry for not being guilty! I have something to ask you, why are these gangsters coming?"

The old man looked at Yan Zheng in awe, and then looked at the place where the two gangsters were standing just now. At this time, the flat ground had already become a big pit one meter deep, with black blood on the bottom of the pit.

There was blood foam floating.

The awe-inspiring face was immediately filled with fear, and then swallowed hard, pointed at the blood pit tremblingly and said, "These two gangsters come to my house and ask me to hand over a box my son brought back half a year ago. I

My son died a few days ago. I didn't know what the box my son brought back looked like, so I answered truthfully. The two gangsters didn't believe it, so they searched through boxes and cabinets in my house. I pity me, an old man, who was old and powerless.

He could only let them search the mess at home. They didn't find the box, so they thought it was me who hid it. They deliberately concealed it without reporting it, so they began to punch me, threaten me, and tell me the whereabouts of the box

, but I really don’t know where the box is. I haven’t even seen what the box looks like~”

As he spoke, the old man burst into tears.

Yan Zheng frowned slightly after hearing this.

"It doesn't matter if you haven't seen the box, then do you remember your son, have you ever told you what you said~"

After Yan Zheng finished speaking, the old man stopped crying, wiped his tears, and fell into deep thought. He lowered his head and remained silent for a while. The old man raised his head and pointed to the jujube tree in the yard and said, "A month ago, my son told me,

If he is gone that day, I will go to the jujube tree to dig out the buried gold, silver and treasures, and let me find a stable house to live~”

Before the old man finished speaking, Yan Zheng rushed to the jujube tree with a vigorous step, lowered his head and carefully identified it, and soon found that there was a small piece of soil in front of the jujube tree with a brighter color than other places.
Chapter completed!