Qin Shou knew what Alaszoffi's words meant. A mid-level quasi-god who was about to break through was a very powerful existence in the mythical world in the center of the plane, so the devil would do whatever it took.
The seal will also be used to seal Alaszoffi's.
But no one thought that Alas Zoffi would be summoned again by him. Now Zoffi is one of his trump cards. That is because of the presence of Zoffi, a high-level quasi-god and the low-ranking god of the dark system, Omsido.
Only the gods of the Mythical Continent would respect me so much. Otherwise, as a fourth-level demigod, I would not be so valued by them.
And Alas has been staying in the main city of China for the past 25 years. Firstly, having a quasi-god strongman like him in the main city makes Qin feel relieved. Secondly, Zuofi's most important task is to train his eldest son Qin Shuo.
I have placed almost all my expectations on him, hoping that he can inherit my will and fight with me, and that if something happens to me one day, he can protect these things on my behalf.
Important people...
But in fact, his eldest son did not grow up as well as he imagined. Of course, in terms of strength, his nature was completely modeled after a naturally fearless hero.
Alas followed Qin Shou back to the palace where he had been away for a long time. Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Qin Shou sighed endlessly. He had grown from such a weak guy to a real demigod, sitting in the palace.
On the terrace, looking at the bustling main city and the soldiers passing by in neat lines, Qin Shou murmured to himself that if there had not been the existence of the Dark Legion, perhaps he would have developed better now.
"No, without the Dark Legion, the gods of the Mythical Continent would not be so united, and the creatures of the mainland would not allow me, a demigod, to develop like this." Qin Shouchi immediately shook his head and murmured.
"Master, my young master's talent is limited. Even if I have 25 years, I can only be..." Alas Zuofi has done very well in everything in the past 25 years, but Qin Shuoshang, Qin Shou's son, let alone
Even the owner is very dissatisfied.
Think about it, when Zuo Fei was in the middle level, the weakest disciples under his command were all third level beings, even some of them were fifth level quasi-gods. But Qin Shuo, who had poured almost all of Zuo Fei's efforts into it, in twenty years
It has not even reached the second level, and its combat power is only level two.
This is not bad for a mortal, but with Zuo Fei as the strongest resource as a teacher, the achievements achieved are very poor.
Zuo Fei himself felt that he was ashamed of his master for trusting him so much. When he handed over his eldest son to him for training, a black pegasus greeted him on the edge of the sky in the main city. On top of the pegasus was a young man in tattered clothes.
It's not that the young man doesn't know how to dress up, but he has just completed the training course that his teacher gave him that he must complete today. He doesn't even care about dressing up. He just rides the only gift his father gave him, which has accompanied him since childhood.
The flying spirit horse couldn't wait to rush back to the main city.
An uncle from the gods told him that the God of War Omsiduo was back, so Qin Shuo rushed back to see the father he had never met before.
Qin Shou saw this sloppy boy at a glance. At this first glance, Qin Shou's heart instantly felt a ray of surprise, and happiness that he had never experienced before came to his heart.
"Zo Fei, does strength prove everything? You must know that I was not as good as him at the beginning, haven't I grown to be a demigod? Compared with strength, unchanging will is the most important, and you must know that fate is
Things are constantly changing like waves and streams." Qin Shuo chuckled at Zuo Fei, who was still annoyed beside him, and the message of arcane consciousness resounded in Qin Shuo's heart.
As for the latter, when Qin Shuo heard this call, he was so excited that he almost cried, but then he became very nervous. He knew that his father had put all his trust in him.
How can his current achievements be worthy of his father's cultivation?
Thinking of this, I felt a little ashamed and did not dare to meet my father.
Qin Shuo had such thoughts, but the Flying Spirit Horse didn't think so. For this mythical creature, Qin Shuo was its real master, so he ran towards the palace happily along the way, neighing with joy.
The sound fell directly on the rooftop of the palace.
He immediately threw Qin Shuo off the horse, ran to Qin Shou with his hooves flying, and rubbed against him hard.
"Okay, okay, I haven't seen you for so many years and you are still so clingy." Qin Shou patted the flying horse, and then looked softly at the person who was kneeling aside and was excited but did not dare to look up at the person he loved most.
"Shuo'er, get up." A gentle force dragged Qin Shuo up, and led him along, gently supporting his head and following his hair as scrawled as a henhouse.
Pushing aside a few strands of hair that were blocking the curtain of his head, the latter's face, which can be said to be feminine and delicate, completely inherited the beauty of his mother, especially those clear aqua eyes.
Women are addicted.
Qin Shou stared at his son carefully. He was really a very handsome man, but compared to his "soft" and charming face, Qin Shou preferred Qin Shuo's soul as pure and clear as a clear spring.
Qin Shuo was also very happy, but he didn't know whether it was because he had never seen his father before, or because Zuo Fei, who was gloomy behind Qin Shou, cowardly agreed, "My son, pay homage to your father." He bowed and saluted, and then said:
Kneel down and do a great salute.
Looking at the latter's respectful look, it seems that he has been trained as much as the cumbersome rules in the nobility. Thinking of his queen Ivy, the latter's tenderness will only be shown to herself, which means that Ivy
On weekdays, he was just as harsh as Zuo Fei was to Qin Shuo.
"Get up, you have to remember that you don't need to kneel before anyone, because you are my son, and no one can make you surrender." Qin Shuo directly pulled Qin Shuo up, and then held him tightly
He was hugged into his arms.
Qin Shuo's eyes were filled with tears at that time, and the clear silver beads could not stop rolling.
Zuo Fei, who had always been stern-faced, was asked to retreat, and only the father and son were left on the rooftop. Qin Shuo did not ask what Qin Shuo had experienced in the past 25 years, but just chatted cordially with the latter, acting like a
They were like two very good friends, and in such a relaxed atmosphere, Qin Shuo relaxed a lot from the constraints of many rules.
"Shuo'er, don't blame me for arranging such a difficult road for you. If you want to blame me, you can only blame me for being my son. In fact, I really want you to be a noble young master. That way
How nice it is to be carefree..." Qin Shou put his arm around Qin Shuo's shoulders and looked down at the whole city with him...