Chapter 60 The onset of illness! 12 Saga and Zilong’s father-in-law (Part 1) (Second update)
Jia Long met Wang Long again.
In just over a month, Wang Long seemed to have aged dozens of years.
He was originally only in his twenties, but now he has white hair, wrinkles on his face, and a stooped body, giving him the appearance of an old man.
It's obvious that he doesn't have long to live.
"Don't be surprised, this is the price of using Kang Long Ba..."
Wang Long's tone remains the same indifferent tone:
"Now do you believe that I couldn't help myself? After all, you and I have no revenge for killing my father."
"Yeah."
Jia Long nodded.
In fact, he had believed in Wang Long for a long time.
After all, the Lushan sect is famous for being reckless when fighting. They take off their clothes, insert eyes, and punch their hearts with their fists. These are all small cases.
What's more, since he practiced the Lushan fighting skills, Jia Long also feels that he can easily get excited during the battle.
Hmm... It should be said that the beast's blood is boiling.
As soon as the bloodline is burned, it becomes violent. This is probably the sequela of atavism.
However, he is not here today to discuss the boiling of animal blood.
What he wants to ask about is the mosasaurus tattoo on his back.
"That's not a tattoo, that's called a dragon pattern. It's a symbol of the awakening of bloodline power."
"In the huge world of fighters, gods, blood, and astrology are known as the three major sources of power. The microcosmic power of all fighters in the world comes from these three aspects, without exception."
"As for the origin of the Mosasaur pattern on your back, I only know that it is a sea dragon, known as the Dragon of the Ocean, and one of the five dragon clans of heaven, earth, water, fire, and wind. I don't know the rest. If you want to know..."<
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"You can only go to Lushan Wulao Peak to find Teacher Tong Hu. No one among the Saints knows the power of blood better than him."
"In addition, if you want to continue to practice bloodline power, I can teach you the Lushan countercurrent method of our Wulaofeng lineage..."
Wang Long behaved happily, which surprised Jia Long.
"Why are you so happy? We were enemies before, right?"
"Because I hope you owe me a favor."
"Oh?"
Just when Jia Long was surprised, Wang Long said calmly:
"You have seen my current situation. I probably won't be able to return to Lushan alive. The only thing I can't let go of now is my brother Wang Hu and my daughter Chunli..."
"Before, I sent them to Lushan Mountain and entrusted them to Teacher Tong Hu, but as you know, Teacher Tong Hu is over 200 years old. I am afraid that if the teacher dies, Lushan Mountain will become a place of right and wrong."
"And you are still young, and you may become a powerful golden saint like Teacher Tong Hu in the future. People like you may be able to change their destiny as long as you take care of them a little."
Wang Long's tone was sincere.
Jia Long was stunned and speechless after hearing this.
This Wang Long is actually Wang Hu’s brother and Chun Li’s father?
Isn’t that Zilong’s father-in-law?
Only now does Jia Long know that Chunli’s full name is Wang Chunli!
"I'm not interested in Lushan fighting skills."
Although he is Zilong's father-in-law, Jia Long still simply rejected Wang Long.
After saying that, Jia Long turned around and left.
Just when Wang Long looked disappointed.
However, Jia Long paused slightly as he left, and said without looking back:
"Wang Long, don't worry, your teacher won't die so easily. Maybe he will be as lively as a young man in the future."
"In addition, if there is a chance in the future, I will take care of Wang Hu and Chun Li."
……
After leaving the cabin, Jia Long felt a little emotional.
Who said that the world of Saint Seiya is only about fighting and killing?
Also full of humanity and sophistication!
Wang Long is a good father.
It's a pity that Chunli did not embark on the path of a fighter.
"By the way, this is Chunli, do you want to teach her a kicking technique?"
Jia Long shook his head and gave up this unrealistic idea.
Although Wang Lung sought his own death, he did die because of him.
Who knows if this little girl, Chun Li, will become a fool in the future and seek revenge on him for killing her father?
"Garen, what are you still dawdling about? Dinner is ready!"
After walking a few steps, Jia Long met Milo.
Milo has been very busy recently.
Since his injuries have improved, the task of treating other wounded has been given to him.
Several seriously injured little fighters and dark fighters were almost stabbed by his scarlet poison needle.
But Milo was not happy at all.
Not to mention that all the seriously injured people were men, and he still had to treat Saga, a lunatic.
Saga woke up.
But his words and actions have become extremely weird.
This made the little fighters who originally envied him no longer envied him at all, and even deliberately avoided him.
But Milo couldn't hide, so he had to face Saga bravely.
"In my whole life, I have never seen such a strange disease like your brother!
What a god-like man, he is simply a psychotic man..."
While they were talking, the two of them had already walked to the tanker's mess hall.
Due to insufficient funds, the food provided to the little fighters is not good. There are only three items in total:
The dish is always salted fish.
There are two kinds of rice, Eastern rice and Western bread.
However, you can only choose one.
Therefore, what the little fighters have to worry about every meal is just to choose rice or bread.
When Jia Long and Milo came in, they happened to meet Saga preparing rice.
The tall, fat canteen chef asked Saga:
"Would you like bread or rice?"
"I want bread."
After hearing Saga's reply, the master nodded, put down his spoon, picked up the tongs, and was about to pick up the bread.
At this time, I heard Saga say again:
"I want rice."
"Oh, okay."
The master chef quickly put down the tongs, picked up the spoon, and was about to serve the rice.
At this time, listen to Saga again:
"What I want is bread."
"You...okay."
Knowing that the little fighter was not easy to mess with, the master had no choice but to put down the spoon again and pick up the tongs to pick up the bread.
"I obviously want rice."
"You...good...rice..."
"I said bread, didn't you hear?"
"I..."
After repeating this seven or eight times, the master almost went crazy.
In the end, I couldn't bear it any longer, so I made an exception and served Saga with bread and rice.
Saga then left with the dinner plate.
However, as soon as he arrived at the dining table, his expression became gloomy again.
"Eat the bread first."
The fork of Saga's left hand reached for the bread.
"I want to eat rice first."
The spoon in Saga's right hand reached towards the rice.
"I said eat the bread first!"
"I want to eat rice first!"
"Bread!"
"Rice..."
Saga argued to himself for a long time, his face changing, but his anger became more and more intense.
Then he saw his left hand put down the fork and raised it high...
"You dare to disobey the gods? Damn it!"
"Pa~"
I saw Saga slapped her right face hard with her left hand.
But soon,
I saw Saga’s right hand raised.
"So what if you disobey the gods? I warn you, this land belongs to humans!"
"Pa~"
Saga's right hand came down hard, and he hit his left cheek even harder.
"Bold! How dare you blaspheme the gods, accept the punishment from heaven!"
"Pa~"
"I, Saga, will fight for humanity!"
"Pa~"
"Pa~"
"Pa~"
Looking at Saga, whose face alternated between justice and evil, and slapped him one after another, everyone in the cafeteria, including Jia Long, was stunned.