After Zhao Wujiang seized the body and dying Wujiang, he did not gain any past memories.

Taking over the body is just the soul occupying the body of another creature.

The original soul is suppressed or destroyed, so memory is naturally difficult to exist.

He was brought back to the Divine Demon Sect by this powerful man who claimed to be Jiulin. At the same time, he was constantly devouring the power of his soul and his cultivation was growing.

When he was pushed to the current strong man named Wu from Jiulin's hand, he immediately felt a hidden pressure, not deliberately exposed, but extremely powerful.

He was sure that as long as this strong man surnamed Wu attacked him, he would never be able to resist half a move and would die suddenly on the spot.

He was lying on the cushion now, and when he heard the words of the strong man surnamed Wu, his mind suddenly became tense.

Could it be discovered?

"Are you pretending to be asleep?" Wu Dahai was holding three light green fragrances in his hand. The fragrance had already ignited when he opened his mouth. Small wisps of blue smoke floated. He said angrily:

"Open your eyes and see where this is?"

Zhao Wujiang's eyes opened a little bit, and the hazy candlelight came into his eyes.

Wu Dahai crossed the cushion and inserted the incense into an incense burner on a square table within three feet, without looking back at his son's actions of stealing the bell.

His eyes were just soft, staring at the spiritual position in the middle of the rows of spiritual cards behind the incense burner:

"In the past, when you made a mistake, you would always kneel down on the cushion in front of your mother's spiritual position. You are sure that your father will not hit you in front of your mother, and you will still argue for yourself.

I made a mistake this time. Why don’t you argue for yourself before your mother’s spiritual position?”

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, and he did not feel the murderous intent or pressure. He sat up, looked at the inner hall, and then turned around and looked at the man in a white robe in front of him.

He didn't speak, and now silence is his best cover.

He turned his mind and opened his mouth, as if he had something to say, but there seemed to be nothing to say. He sighed slightly, lowered his eyebrows and nodded, and knelt on the cushion.

Wu Dahai could see clearly the expression on his beloved son's face.

Although he didn't look back, he could see everything around him.

My beloved son wanted to speak but stopped, and his slightly dissatisfied expression made him shake his head and smile, and his eyes were filled with sighs and doting:

"Do you know where this time is wrong?"

"Yin..." Zhao Wujiang pursed his lips tightly, hesitated for a long time, and then hesitated for a while, and then he didn't say anything again.

"Before doing things in the future, use your brain more often." Wu Dahai spoke up unhappily, turned around and was about to give a few words to his beloved son, but his eyes suddenly became stunned.

He saw that his beloved son was no longer like he used to kneel on the cushion, lazily and sitting on his calves, but instead he was straight, looking as if he was beaten and stood at attention and was stubborn.

His eyes softened a little in an instant, and his beloved son seemed to have grown a little more sensible after experiencing this incident.

This loss is not considered in vain.

"Jiang'er, in the future, you should think more and don't be so impulsive when doing things."

Wu Dahai spoke with a gentle tone and an unconcealable worry:

"The water behind this matter is very deep, you can't grasp it or participate.

If it weren't for your uncle Jiulin who arrived this time and you would die on the spot, Yin Tao'er would be unaware of the consequences, do you know the consequences?"

Zhao Wujiang buried his head.

"Don't leave the sect during these days, and practice hard." Wu Dahai saw that his beloved son buried his head in admitting his mistakes and refused to defend himself. He gave a stern face to remind him:

“In three days, the Demon Locking Tower will open.

Do you still remember what Dad said to you before?"

Zhao Wujiang shook his head seriously. He was not Wu Jiang, how could he remember?

He was not worried that shaking his head would be exposed, because shaking his head at this time was a sign of a playboy who was a little dissatisfied and stubborn in the face of his parents' nagging.

"Don't spend your time on those friends and women every day, remember more important things." Wu Dahai sighed, and did not nag anymore, worried that his beloved son would be annoyed.

He finally told me seriously:

"The demon lock tower is opened, just rush!

At all costs, you will reach the seventh floor and your father will help you.
Chapter completed!