When Chen Dong returned to the villa.

The situation is still tense.

Zhuge Qing and Wuchang had their eyes wide open, and they were tightly snug at Zhao Polu.

When Zhao Polu was locked by the two of them, he looked anxious and anxious.

Old Long and Gu Qingying looked helpless. They wanted to persuade each other several times, but they endured it again.

"Sit down, please."

Chen Dong walked to the sofa indifferently and sat down again.

"Young Master, why are you asking Jiang Qilin?"

Old Long asked.

“Now is not the time to talk about this.”

Chen Dong waved his hand and looked at Zhao Polu and Zhuge Qing, Wuchang.

Before Chen Dong could speak, Zhuge Qing pursed his lips and said seriously: "Zhao Polu, as a descendant of the Zhuge family, I must ask about the "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts". You should understand this, right?"

Zhao Polu looked awkward, but nodded helplessly.

"It's your thing, so you should ask."

"so what?"

Zhuge Qing's face was calm and his eyes were filled with a little resentment.

He is from the Zhuge family and the next head of the family.

"The Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts" is the foundation of the Zhuge family for thousands of years. After being stolen from grandfather's hands, grandfather did not even face his ancestors.

It is precisely because of the theft that the inheritance of the "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts" was interrupted by the Zhuge family.

Now he has been understood thoroughly by a foreigner and is still arranged in Chen Dong’s back flower courtyard with serious consequences. It is related to the face and foundation of the Zhuge family, and he must ask about it!

"How do I know what Old Man Xu is thinking?"

Zhao Polu shrugged innocently: "He pulled me and begged me to accept his inheritance. When I saw him pitiful, I reluctantly learned all the things he taught. When I learned your "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts" in my family, I didn't know that this was your "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts". If you hadn't asked me about this formation, I wouldn't even know the name."

Bang!

As soon as he said that, Zhuge Qing clenched his fists with both hands. In anger, he even clenched the air and burst out.

Wuchang even twisted the kitchen knife in his hand, shining the cold light seal on Zhao Polu's face, and said sternly: "Zhao Polu, do you still have to speak nonsense and run the train with your mouth?"

The moment the cold light seal was on Zhao Polu's face, Zhao Polu was so scared that he narrowed his eyes and screamed.

The atmosphere became tense in an instant.

Gu Qingying and Old Long looked solemn.

At this moment, even Chen Dong looked at Zhao Polu with helplessness.

The dignified saint of the thief, the leader of the eight generals of the thief, and the existence of the thief being labeled as a personal label on the thief with his own strength, will he be in trouble to ask Zhao Polu to accept the inheritance?

This is simply nonsense!

"I……"

Zhao Polu was about to argue.

Chen Dong hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Zhao Polu, everyone respects you having your own secrets, but when you can't keep the paper from getting angry, reveal it a little, it's actually harmless. If you are so careless, I won't help you!"

When the paper was not exposed, Chen Dong could still respect Zhao Polu and hide it from everyone.

But now it is already tense, not only impermanence, but also Zhuge Qing!

Zhao Polu still avoided talking and talked nonsense, and even Chen Dong could not help him!

Zhao Polu immediately showed an anxious look on his face.

He put his hands on his knees, rubbed anxiously, and said with a sad face: "Brother Dong, I don't have a mouth full of my mouth to run the train. It was indeed like this at the beginning. I remember it was the winter when I was three years old, and there was still heavy snow in the sky..."

While speaking, Zhao Polu's eyes gradually became deeper and he fell into memories.

Chen Dong and others listened to Zhao Polu's story, and their expressions gradually became complicated.

It turned out that when Zhao Polu was three years old, he had already been on the streets. After eating for a meal, he didn't have the last meal. He was like a stray dog, and he snatched food with the children and stray dogs on the street.

There was a lot of snow that day.

It is so big that it is snow-white where the naked eye can see it.

As usual, Zhao Polu wandered on the street in a rotten jacket, looking for food. He finally found a piece of dry cake from the garbage dump. Before he could swallow it, he heard a moan from the snow dump not far away.

At that time, he walked over curiously and pulled away the snow pile, but saw a man covered in blood curled up in the snow. His whole body was already frozen, his blood was frozen on his body, and his face turned purple, and he could only breathe in one breath.

This person is the thief Xu Qingfeng!

At that time, Xu Qingfeng was like a slept in the spring and was already in his dying state.

Zhao Polu was young and looked at the dying Xu Qingfeng and felt a little sympathetic for a moment.

He squatted down and held Xu Qingfeng's face: "Uncle... can I do something for you?"

Even though he was only three years old, Zhao Polu was wandering on the streets and his character was already different from his peers.

He did not expect to save Xu Qingfeng, because he was accustomed to seeing too many people lying on the streets and never stood up again.

Those people, including friends who were begging with him, as well as those who beat his older children the day before yesterday, as well as stray dogs he liked and called "Rhubarb"...

This world is so cruel!

When he came to this world, he did not think about changing the world, but gradually got used to it.

At the age of three, I am already accustomed to life and death!

This is just listening, and it makes people feel terrifying.

At that time, when Xu Qingfeng was dying, facing Zhao Polu, he only spit out one word: "Hungry..."

Zhao Polu was stunned, subconsciously let go of Xu Qingfeng, and his hands tightly protected his chest, alerting Xu Qingfeng.

This cake was just picked up by him, and it is likely that it was his only food today, no, or even in the next few days!

Given the dying man in front of him, it means that he may not survive in the next few days.

The young Zhao Polu stared at Xu Qingfeng. After a long time, he could not bear the pity and sympathy in his heart.

In the wind and snow.

Zhao Polu gritted his teeth and stuffed the cake into Xu Qingfeng's mouth...

When Zhao Polu spoke this, his words came to an abrupt end.

Chen Dong and others also woke up from their thoughts.

Zhuge Qing's depressed expression disappeared a little: "It's because of this life-saving grace that he taught you?"

"What about that?"

Zhao Polu shrugged: "I bet on my life and saved Old Man Xu, but Old Man Xu's life is really hard. Half a piece of cake made him recover a little, and then begged me to inherit his mantle. I was so big at that time, but I also knew that with one skill, I would always use it to save my life, so I didn't reject him, and agreed in a daze."

While speaking, Zhao Polu also showed a look of grievance.

"Old man Xu slowly got better. He wanted me to inherit his legacy, so I would learn from him. The ability to learn is the "Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts" of your Zhuge family?"

Zhuge Qing was speechless, and the depression on his face completely dissipated.

Old Long and Gu Qingying also showed a clear look.

Indeed, life-saving grace is a great grace. It is reasonable for Xu Qingfeng to ask for inheritance of Zhao Polu. Perhaps Xu Qingfeng didn't want his mantle to be lost at that time?
Chapter completed!