The Demon Lords

Chapter 845 87: Son

People, all of them have tempers;

Zheng Fan has always been restraining his own temper because he is a reasonable person.

He understands Mo Wan's attitude towards him. Indeed, he created Mo Wan, but it's reasonable for Mo Wan to hate him.

Because when he designed the "Mo Wan" storyline back then, he didn't hold back at all. Even though they have a "father-son" relationship, which father would treat his son like this?

Therefore, Zheng Fan can understand Mo Wan, and he feels guilty about it.

As for these demon kings, Zheng Fan didn't repeatedly bring up what he had done for them, nor was he even comfortable mentioning it;

To put it bluntly, that was just him trying to savor the remaining years after finding out about his terminal illness.

Zheng Fan is grateful, grateful for the demon kings who "cared" for him during the six months he was unconscious in this world, and waited for him to wake up.

He is also grateful for the demon kings who accompanied him along the way, clearing obstacles and shielding him from the wind and rain;

Because of them,

Zheng Fan doesn't feel lonely.

Reborn in a new world, yet still able to smoke a roll-up cigarette with "China" engraved on the box;

Honestly,

there really isn't much loneliness and coldness of being isolated in a strange world,

it feels more like a group of friends on a road trip to a remote and undeveloped scenic spot.

Sitting in the car,

looking out at the unfamiliar scenery,

turning back,

and still able to hear familiar jokes from the in-car CD.

The demon kings did a lot for him, allowing him the peace of mind to rest when needed, to play when he wanted, and to have things to do when he desired to be busy or to improve;

A life like this is very exciting and not dull.

Zheng Fan is truly grateful to them;

In fact, all along, Zheng Fan has been avoiding, avoiding becoming a "tool" in the hands of this group of demon kings.

This might have been Zheng Fan's motivation for pursuing progress.

In his past life, he had the courage for a peaceful euthanasia;

In this life, having been trained by Tian Wujing, watching the Sword Saint dance with the sword, and experiencing so many battles,

there's no reason he should be worse off than in his past life.

If you want to tear apart the facade of mutual affection, then let's not adhere to these unwritten game rules anymore.

Zheng Fan's anger is because his bottom line has been provoked.

Zheng Fan still sat bare-chested on the chair in the front hall, as Xue Three limped over slowly and then silently knelt in front of Zheng Fan, without speaking.

The beautiful and captivating Ke was still unconscious from the drug and remained asleep in the courtyard, unnoticed.

The men here did not really understand the notion of pitying the fair sex.

Xue Three pressed his lips, lowered his head very low, and did not dare to speak, just knelt there.

Meanwhile, the stone where Mo Wan resided floated back silently after going to check on the young lord and seeing he was asleep.

Initially, he wanted to float onto Zheng Fan, but seeing Zheng Fan's stance there, he obediently settled back onto the chair at the lower left corner.

Not long after, the blind man entered through the courtyard door.

As soon as he entered, he felt the oppressive atmosphere here, sighed slightly, and walked into the front hall, silently stepping back to stand to the side;

Hesitated for a moment,

He eventually sat on the chair on the right side.

He sat, but dared not peel an orange.

Shortly after,

Siniang came in, silently walked into the front hall, gave a slight bow to Zheng Fan, and stood to the side without taking a seat.

At the front door,

Fanli came with the sword maid.

The sword maid slid off Fanli's shoulder,

somewhat curiously and worriedly asked in a low voice:

"Big guy, what on earth happened inside?"

Fanli shook his head.

"Can't I go in?"

Fanli continued to shake his head.

"Hmph, then I won't go in!"

Fanli reached out and patted the sword maid's head.

Her hair was tied into two buns, which Fanli loved to touch.

Then,

Fanli showed a naive smile,

and walked through the courtyard door.

With a silly grin, he entered the front hall, saw Siniang standing there, saw his lord and the blind man sitting there, saw Xue Three kneeling there.

Fanli sat on the ground honestly, placing his hands on his knees.

Meanwhile, outside the street, a group of armored soldiers led by Jin Shuke came running fully armed.

Their destination was precisely the residence where Zheng Fan was located.

However, two people blocked their way.

One was Liang Cheng, and the other was A Ming.

A Ming still had some ice shards on him, having been pulled out of the ice cellar by Liang Cheng.

Jin Shuke raised his hand, making the group of armored soldiers behind him stop. Several soldiers instinctively wanted to salute Liang Cheng but were stopped by an angry shout from Jin Shuke.

"General Liang, what's happening with Lord there!"

The commotion from inside the residence was overheard by Jin Shuke, who was in charge of patrolling the city today. Initially, he didn't pay much attention, but soon he noticed the guards who were supposed to be defending the lord's residence were deployed elsewhere, which made him uneasy, so he brought a group of his armored troops over.

"Fall back!"

Liang Cheng ordered.

Jin Shuke bowed to Liang Cheng and said:

"General, I request to see the lord!"

"Tch."

A Ming chuckled, his breath smelling of alcohol, as he slowly spoke: