Mr. Wang smiled cheerfully: "Yes, this is the destined emperor, and he has extraordinary aura. From the first time I saw this man, I knew that as soon as this son leaped over the dragon's gate, he would be a man in heaven. When the time comes, we will see each other again."
If you say you want to become the largest family in Tianhu City, even if you compete with the three major families for the True God, what's the harm?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Dong's whole body was trembling slightly with excitement. The largest family in Tianhu, that was Wang Dong's lifelong dream, but now, the dream is within reach, how could he not be excited. More
What's more important is that being on the same level as the three major families, dominating all directions, and competing for the title of true god is a supreme honor that makes Wang Dong tremble when he hears it.
"Father, is there really such a person?" Wang Dong could hardly believe his ears. Who else in the world of Bafang has such ability?
"Father, are you talking about the young master at the top of the Blue Mountain?"
Wang Dong has also recently heard rumors from outside that Blue Mountain Top is considering cultivating its own power. Could it be that his father's idea is to marry Blue Mountain Top and rely on them to support the Wang family.
But it's unlikely. Although this girl Simin is indeed good-looking, considering the Wang family's family background, she is still not qualified to be worthy of being at the top of the Blue Mountain.
The most important thing is that what his father said is that this son is a proud son of heaven, and he can be as famous as the three major families. This means that this person cannot be a member of the three major families, and Wang Dong can't figure it out even more.
.
He also had a wide circle of friends, but for a while he really couldn't think of a family with such a young talent who could bring such earth-shaking changes to the Wang family.
"Does the young master at the top of the Blue Mountain must be the true god?" Mr. Wang smiled disdainfully.
The True God of Blue Mountain is not extinct, so it is naturally impossible to give birth to a new True God, let alone fighting for the True God.
"Although the young master on the top of the Blue Mountain is indeed of supreme status and can be regarded as the real one, it depends on who he is compared with. Compared with him, what does the young master on the top of the Blue Mountain mean? It's just a fart." Mr. Wang
sneered.
Hearing this, Wang Dong's brain almost exploded. His father has always been a stern person, let alone a person who belittles himself. If he said he couldn't compare to the one on the top of the Blue Mountain, he definitely couldn't compare.
"Father, please stop pretending and just tell me directly, okay?" Wang Dong said impatiently.
"My son, your eyes are dirty. This child is right in front of you, but far away in the horizon."
Wang Dong thought for a while but didn't expect who it was. Everyone in Tianhu City knew everything about him and didn't see who had outstanding talent. Suddenly, he frowned: "Father, you didn't say that Brother Qin brought..."
"It's Han Sanqian!" Mr. Wang interrupted him and said sternly.
Han Sanqian!!
Hearing this name, Wang Dong was struck by thunder, and his whole mind suddenly became a mess.
Han Sanqian?
Is that the young man who looks very sick? Is that Mr. Right? What a joke!
In Wang Dong's eyes, Han Sanqian is just a sick chicken who will fall down at any time. Qin Qingfeng has no status in the Wushu Sect, so he has no choice in recruiting disciples. He can only choose rubbish that others don't want.
This is Wang Dong’s positioning of Han Sanqian.
How come in the eyes of his father, Han Sanqian has become the real one, even comparable to the young master at the top of the Blue Mountain?!
With a flattering smile, Wang Dong said softly: "Father, although you don't like Simin very much, you don't need to find someone to make up some excuses to marry her off, right? No matter what, I'll ask Simin to behave better in the future.
Don't mess with you."
Mr. Wang closed his eyes angrily, tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, and said softly: "Am I so cruel in your eyes?"
"That's not what Dong'er meant, but you're just kidding me a little too much? How can Han Sanqian be the real one? He's just a useless talent, dad."
Thinking of his daughter being so naughty at the dinner table, Han Sanqian was so stunned that he didn't dare to say a word. He was like a coward. Wang Dong could not connect such a person with his true genius.
"Bang!"
Mr. Wang slapped his palm on the table, deafening: "Confused, you are simply confused. How can the body of a true god be glimpsed by your mortal body? One day, the Wang family will be destroyed by a mediocre person like you. Get out of here."
, I don’t want to see you.”
Wang Dong dared to leave after being scolded. He had rarely seen the old man so furious. Even if he had disobeyed him and eloped with Simin's mother, the old man had never been so angry.
"Dad, I'm wrong. I'm blind. I'll just listen to your arrangement, okay?" Wang Dong was scolded and didn't dare to leave.
Hearing what Wang Dong said, Mr. Wang felt a little relieved. He glared at Wang Dong and sat down again: "Han Sanqian has the aura of a king in him. It is difficult for outsiders to find out, but I have been subjected to high education."
You can get a glimpse of something by people's guidance. I have lived my whole life and there is no one else who can possess this kind of king's breath except the true God. My son, do you understand?"
Wang Dong frowned: "So this evening, father, will you invite him to a chess game?"
"Exactly." Mr. Wang nodded: "That expert once taught me the chess game of life and death according to what the heavenly book said, and told me that whoever can break this chess game must be the king who comes and looks down on the world."
Speaking of this, Wang Dong was puzzled: "Can chess still be played?"
In his eyes, Heizi is bound to lose, and there is nothing he can do, so how can he break the situation?!
"Chess is like life, and life is like chess. Most people see chess, so they are trapped in it, and are unable to extricate themselves from the method of breaking chess. But some people see life, and think about life. So life and death are chess, and life is
Death, death is life. My son, this is your obsession." Mr. Wang said softly.
Wang Dong nodded heavily: "Dad, I know what to do."
After exiting the wing, Wang Dong began to go back to collect the betrothal gift. For his new son-in-law, Wang Dong even spent a lot of money. Then, he took his servants with things and prepared to propose marriage, but as soon as he reached the corridor
, but hearing the noise from the guest room, he hurried over.
In Han Sanqian's house, Wang Simin pointed angrily at her sword: "Sick sick chicken, let me say it for the last time, are you going to kneel or not?"
"I'll say it one last time. I've already said my apology. Don't think about anything else."
"Okay, sick chicken, then don't blame me for being ruthless with the sword. It's a pity that your beautiful little peach will make another widow in this world from now on." After drinking in a cold voice, Wang Simin raised her sword and came.
Come.
"Stop!" At this time, Wang Dong rushed in quickly, opened Wang Simin's hand with a palm, and his whole person was as cold as ice: "Simin, you are fooling around again!"
