When Chen Yang was on the road, he unconsciously used the Elephant's Prison Suppressing Skill on his legs, unconsciously imitating the artistic conception of an elephant crossing the river proudly.
Although the water is deep and fast, the huge elephant steps straight through it gracefully, as if walking on flat ground.
Chen Yang kept his upper body still, so that the sleeping little girl was not disturbed. His footsteps gradually quickened. When he woke up, the gate of Longmen County was already in sight.
At this time, the sun was hanging precariously on the western horizon, and it turned out to be only dusk.
"Human Immortal Martial Arts is indeed a world of its own."
Chen Yang marveled at this and couldn't wait to return to his den to practice some divine elephant prison-suppressing skills.
Before that, he had to send Xiao Zhao back first.
At this moment, several exclamations came from behind.
"Mr. Chen?"
"Xiao Zhao!"
"Look, that's Xiao Zhao, father, did I lose my sight?"
"What a fool, Mr. Chen must have gone to the mountain to bring Xiao Zhao back."
An old man and a middle-aged man caught up quickly.
Chen Yang looked back and greeted with a smile: "Old Chen, fortunately you have fulfilled your destiny. I brought Xiao Zhao back."
The old man coming from behind was none other than Xiao Zhao. The middle-aged man Chen Yang had also seen him was Chen De, Lao Chen's eldest son and Xiao Zhao's father.
"gentlemen!"
Old Chen rubbed his hands together, and when his words of gratitude came to his lips, they felt too soft no matter how much he thought about them. He was so stunned that he couldn't say them out, and he was so anxious that sweat appeared on his forehead.
When he saw his son standing stupidly again, he was so angry that he raised his leg and kicked him, shouting: "You son of a bitch, why don't you kneel down and thank your husband for saving his life?"
With a "thump" sound, Chen De knelt down when asked to do so, and even kowtowed sincerely.
Xiao Zhao, who was on Chen Yang's back, woke up and rubbed his eyes. His face was full of confusion. When he saw Old Chen and Chen De, he subconsciously called out: "Grandpa, daddy."
She was so confused that it was as if nothing had happened, she just woke up in her bed and saw her father and grandfather exactly the same.
Chen Yang put Xiao Zhao down from his back and held Chen De's arm to prevent him from knocking his head off.
Chen De was an honest man and had no intention of cheating or cheating. However, Chen Yang's strength was not comparable to his. He was so stunned that he couldn't knock down and was easily pulled up from the ground by Chen Yang.
"Daddy."
Xiao Zhao rushed forward, hugged her father's neck, and cried "Wow": "Xiao Zhao is so scared, there is a tiger, it's so big, so big."
She came to her senses now and realized she was scared. When she saw her father and grandfather again, she cried so loudly that it shook the world.
Chen De and Lao Chen were so busy coaxing that they forgot to debate whether to kneel or kowtow.
The little girl had cried enough. She stretched out her little hand to touch her father's face and said in her heart: "Daddy, you are injured. Blow, it doesn't hurt."
There were several blood stains on Chen De's face, as if he had been dragged face down on the ground and rubbed.
Xiao Zhao kept blowing on the wound with her little mouth, just like her mother usually does when she coaxes her.
"Um?"
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows, and he found that not only Chen De, but also Lao Chen was the same. The father and son had messy faces and many scars on their bodies.
Chen De is a man who often goes to Caishan to cut firewood. He shouldn't be like this.
"Old Chen, Brother Chen, what happened to you on the mountain?"
Chen Yang asked casually, but Lao Chen and Chen De were horrified and looked back subconsciously, as if there was something terrifying chasing them behind.