blogombal Chapter 492
Chapter 492
"Reputation?"
"Reputation can be eaten, how can it be more important than my brother-in-law!"
Yang Jinghong stared at her sister, the female gun god, and said, "I'm so disappointed in you": "Sister, you're the first to strike, and you won't get anything if you strike later. You'll regret and cry and have nowhere to go."
"Look around the stadium, there are quite a few little goblins staring at my brother-in-law."
Yang Xiruo's soft and beautiful eyes flashed with determination, and she shook her head and taught:
"Brother, when have you ever regretted in my life?"
"How can I regret and cry for a man? That's useless."
"Others like him for their own reasons, but I don't like him! Appearance, strength, status, I don't care at all, I only wish to accompany the gun for the rest of my life."
Yang Jinghong sighed and shook his head: "If you don't listen to my advice, you will suffer."
"Brother, if you talk nonsense again, Dad and the elders will beat you again."
Yang Jinghong raised his head, snorted with his nose pointed to the sky:
"Hit me!"
"Kill me if you can."
"If you can't kill me, I'll be a hero the next day."
"When dad opens a small account and gives birth to a son to carry on the family line, it will be too late for me to admit defeat!"
"You're older now, you should be more stable." Yang Xiruo's frail face was about to show a doting smile, but Yang Jinghong whispered: "But, dad is old, I'm afraid it won't work, our position is stable, hahaha."
"Don't talk nonsense about dad!"
Yang Xiruo pretended to hit him, Yang Jinghong quickly dodged and explained: "I'm not talking nonsense, last time I spied dad hiding there sighing, that scene, tut tut, the old cow looked at the empty field and shed tears, and sighed with his hand on the eagle."
"Yawn!"
High in the sky, Yang Tingjun, who was watching the game leisurely, suddenly sneezed.
The mental power was transferred to the rest area of the players, and he heard his son's truth.
He was so angry that his whole body trembled and his fists clenched.
"Rebellious son!"
"Rebellious son!!"
"I should have thrown you against the wall nineteen years ago."
If you can endure for a while, the sky will be wide open. If you take a step back, you will get angrier.
Yang Tingjun pulled out a whip, stood up from the sky seat, and rushed to the place where the rebellious son was with a gloomy face.
Yang Jinghong was sharp-eyed, shivered, and said goodbye to her sister in a hurry.
"The rebellious father is coming, the wind is strong!!"
He ran all the way to the audience,
Luo Fanchen and the tattooed social youth were eating melon seeds happily and commenting on the ongoing battle of the geniuses on the field.
"Help me, brother-in-law!"
"Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but my father wants to beat me!"
The golden-haired young master came rushing over. Seeing that there was no seat next to the two of them, he didn't drive away other spectators. He squatted in front of Luo Fanchen and started to crack melon seeds.
"Young Master Yang?"
Yang Jinghong had just fought, so the tattooed young man naturally recognized him. He shuddered and turned his head to look at Luo Fanchen in shock: "The female gun god is... your wife?"
"Why are you stuttering too?" Luo Fanchen shook his head: "This kid is talking nonsense, don't take it seriously."
The tattooed young man didn't dare to sit down and immediately made room for Yang Jinghong.
"Young Master Yang, please take a seat."
"Crack--"
Yang Jinghong stuffed melon seeds into his mouth, and with a light tap, the seeds were crushed into powder by the gold teeth. He was speechless: "Zhao, this big gold tooth is too powerful, which is not a good thing."
"No, no."
Irritated, Yang Jinghong looked at the tattooed young man who gave up his seat:
"You are my brother-in-law's friend, so you are my friend. No one is nobler than anyone else. It's a matter of first come first served. How can you give me a seat?"
The tattooed young man was surprised.
In his impression, few people from big sects and nobles are so approachable to the lower class people.
Luo Fanchen clenched the remaining melon seeds in his hand to prevent the two greedy cats from snatching them away, and asked with a smile: "How did you make your father angry again?"
"My face was beaten like this, and it's swollen like a pig's head."
Yang Jinghong snorted and said unconvinced: "Brother-in-law, please judge."
"Didn't I just go to the kitchen to secretly make some soup last night? They found out and beat me up."
The young master of the golden hair made a pitiful speech with confidence, which aroused the sympathy of the young people in society.
"Ah?"
"Your family is so excessive!"
"That's too beastly."
Yang Jinghong pouted and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "That's right, that's right, I don't want to stay in this family!"
Luo Fanchen rubbed his eyebrows: "Wait a minute!"
"I want to ask, is the soup you made a serious soup?"
Yang Jinghong said with confidence: "Serious, quite serious!"
The young people in society were confused and didn't understand why Luo Fanchen asked this.
"Tell me, what raw materials were added to it?"
Yang Jinghong counted on his fingers and said, "'I love a piece of firewood', 'Sows are crazy'."
"That's right!"
"And 'Elephants are also fascinated'."
Luo Fanchen clapped his handsHead, speechless: I knew it!
"???"
The young man was shocked, and only after hearing it did he realize that he was too naive.
What the hell is this? You call this a serious soup?
Can this thing be drunk by people?
I really believed this kid's lies just now!
The young man stuttered and asked:
"That... Young Master Yang, how big a crime did the other party commit, why is he punished so badly!"
"You carefully boiled this soup, but to capture the beast? Or some kind of raptor?"
"Or to deal with the vicious bandits."
"Oh, none of them." Yang Jinghong waved his hand regretfully: "I cooked it for my sister to help her on the road to happiness, but it was discovered by the old bullies."
I think it was sent to the road to heaven!
The tattooed young man resisted asking, how did your sister offend you?
Luo Fanchen asked in confusion: "Many medicines are colorless and tasteless when in contact with water. Since no one drank it, how did they find out that you poisoned it?"
Yang Jinghong slapped his thigh and said in annoyance:
"I thought my sister was very skilled, and three taels of sows were crazy. I was afraid that the dosage was not enough, so I added a little bit, and then the good soup was directly boiled into paste. The paste is too obvious."
Luo Fanchen's mouth twitched: "Are you sure you only put a little bit?"
Yang Jinghong nodded: "Yes, if the pot was not too small, we would not put three catties, but thirty catties. After boiling it dry, the concentration is the essence."
"When the time comes, add water, then the soup The effect, tut tut, I can't imagine it!"
The young man was surprised, "Young Master Yang, your family must love you very much, right?"
Yang Jinghong asked in surprise, "Why do you say that?"
"Otherwise, I would have beaten you to death last night."
Luo Fanchen rolled his eyes and retracted his feet, fearing that his father would come and splash his blood: "This unknown young man, don't say you know me when you go out."
"No!"
Yang Jinghong pounced and hugged Luo Fanchen's calf, "Brother-in-law, you can't leave me, I made soup for my sister, but it was all for you."
The young man looked at Luo Fanchen in surprise and fear.
I'm afraid, this guy is the mastermind?
Open flirting, hidden drugs!
The goddesses in sight will be ruined by him.
Luo Fanchen couldn't hold it anymore, and kicked Young Master Yang away, "Sir, please respect yourself and don't spread rumors, or I will sue you for defamation!!!"
"Brother-in-law, give me another chance, next time I will make my sister obey."
It's over, buddy can't clear himself even if he jumps into the Yellow River.
Luo Fanchen spread his hands and gave up treatment, sighing in his heart that the Yang family is really a loving father and filial son, and they teach their children well! !
"Boom boom!"
Fights frequently broke out on the ring, and all kinds of special soul skills dazzled hundreds of thousands of spectators. The hunchbacked little fat man of the Xuanwu Empire appeared for the second time and was called the Gou Emperor.
It was still a familiar formula. He summoned eighteen defenses and hid in the tortoise shell the moment he came on stage.
The opponent from the White Tiger Empire originally stopped where he was, wanting to fight with the little fat man.
Unexpectedly, the little fat man had a good mouth.
He showed a completely different expression from when he faced the heir of the Dark Temple. He cursed and cursed his ancestors, and mocked them in various ways.
He was so angry that his opponent almost had a brain congestion just by talking.
He lost his mind and launched the strongest attack.
As a result, he bounced himself off the ring, vomited blood and fell to the ground.
"Alas..."
"Because I was afraid of pain, I practiced defense. How lonely it is to be invincible."
The hunchbacked fat man climbed out of the tortoise shell, shook his head and sighed.
Hundreds of thousands of viewers also really got to know this guy at the same time.
This man who was so timid had the most domineering name.
"Shi Potian!"
The next game quickly attracted the attention of all the audience.
There were even constant exclamations and praises, all of which were firmly attracted by the beauty of the girl on the stage, with purple hair and ponytail swaying in the wind and a pure white temple battle skirt.
The two completely different temperaments of holiness and eccentricity appear in the same girl. Bai Yingyue, the Saint of the Temple of Light, fights against one of the ten major sects, the Golden Emperor Sect, which is one of the top two sects in terms of speed.
"The Saint of the Temple is so beautiful!"
"I heard that she is the youngest among the contestants, both of them are 18 years old!"
"I wonder what kind of hero a girl like this will marry in the end."
"I think too much. The Saint of the Temple does not marry outside. According to inside information, the worshippers have promised to arrange it for the Son of God."
The discussion continued.
The eccentric girl next door beside Luo Fanchen is like the moon in the sky in the hearts of many soul masters and geniuses, beautiful but untouchable.
"Ah!!"
Yang Jinghong stood up and shouted for Bai Yingyue: "Goddess!!"
Luo Fanchen was stunned: "Is this girl your goddess?"
Yang Jinghong was beaming with joy: "I dare not think about the Pope, but I think I still have a chance to become the Saint as the young master of the Yang family."
"Uh..." Luo Fanchen shook his head: "No, you don't."
"Brother-in-law, don't discourage me. I heard that the Saint doesn't have a lover yet!"
The noble and elegant Saint Bai Yingyue on the stage did not rush to attack. She put her slender and crystal jade fingers on her lips and made a booing gesture.
The pampered and special Saint temperament made everyone unconsciously affected.
The whole audience was silent in an instant, wondering what the Saint wanted to say before the game...