When he was a child, Zhongchang had always been the person he admired most. After his father died, Zhongchang personally rode to his house, took his little hand and picked him up on the horse, took him back to the palace, gave him rich clothes and food, and taught him literacy and martial arts. .
Frankly speaking, he has always respected heaviness very much over the years.
However, as he grew older and gained higher status and prestige, his jealousy towards Shen Fengchu became increasingly difficult to suppress.
He is also his son, why can he be idle all day long, but he must go out and come home at night to guard the northwest. In the end, it is all that idiot's fault...
Could it be that it's because he is not a biological child of Shen Zhong.
When he thought of this, he couldn't reconcile himself to it.
Looking at the heavy sight in front of him, he couldn't help but recall the scene when his adoptive father taught him how to use a gun when he was a child.
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His right hand holding the gun slowly relaxed.
"General, don't believe him. These are all their tricks. You are not his biological son. How could he give everything to you? He is lying to you!"
On the side, the deputy general shouted loudly.
Seeing the spear in Shen Zilong's hand lowered, a cold look flashed in the general's eyes. He raised his hand and lightly tapped the tail of Shen Zilong's spear without leaving any trace.
The spear slipped out of a shadow in mid-air and stabbed at the heavy weight.
puff!
The spear straightened up, went straight through the heavy wooden box in his hand, and stabbed into his chest.
Shen Zilong raised his hand and grasped the tip of his gun. He held Shen Zilong's gun tip tightly with his big hand and stared at his face with infinite pain in his heavy eyes.
"Zilong, I'm really disappointed in you!"
"Disappointed?" Shen Zilong raised his thick eyebrows and roared, "That's because you have never regarded me as your real son. I am just a dog raised by your Shen family, and I am just your watchdog!"
With a sway of his heavy body, he had already arrived in front of Shen Zilong. He raised his hand and slapped him on the face.
"Snapped!"
That plan hit Shen Zilong hard in the face.
Shen Zilong's head tilted to the side heavily, and blood spilled from the corners of his lips.
"You... hit me?!"
Ever since he was little, even if he didn't practice well or wrote wrong words, heaviness never touched a finger on him!
"I beat you because I treat you as my own son. If I treated you as a dog, you would be dead by now!" Zhong Zhong scolded angrily.
Shen Zilong raised his face and met his gaze, "Father, Zilong is wrong!"
"Silly boy!" The heavy gaze suddenly turned gentle, "If you recognize your mistakes, correct them. Feng Chu and I..."
puff!
Shen Zilong's gun suddenly thrust forward and penetrated deeply into his chest.
"My fault was that I was too kind to you father and son!"
Shen Zilong roared wildly and tightened his grip on the gun, using all his strength.
"Father!"
Shen Fengchu shouted urgently, stamped his feet, and his body instantly turned into an unsheathed sword.
He circled his fingers and drew a cold light in the air, stabbed straight out, and pointed the sword straight at Shen Zilong.
Feeling the powerful killing intent coming towards him, Shen Zilong was also startled. He immediately waved his right hand and pointed the short blade hidden in his sleeve towards Shen Fengchu.
Light and shadow flashed by.
The belt around his fingers suddenly became as soft as jade and wrapped around his dagger.
As if the dagger was caught by a giant beast, Shen Zilong's entire left arm suddenly became heavy, and his sword did not move even half a minute.
In panic, he suddenly withdrew his spear from Zhongzhong's body and swung it at Shen Fengchu.