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Chapter 5: Met an acquaintance?

"It hurts, it hurts!" Yan Chong couldn't help shouting.

Except for her mother, no one else could use this familiar movement and this familiar force.

Yan Chong couldn't believe that someone could imitate him so well.

"It's your boy!" When he saw Yan Chong, the other party was obviously relieved, but the hand holding his ear did not loosen. He held a cooking shovel in his other hand and started beating Yan Chong.

Yan Chong raised his eyes and saw that it was indeed his mother.

Knowing that she was fine, Yan Chong felt relieved.

"Mom..." Yan Chong's voice was filled with tears.

"What are you doing, crying and peeing!" Yan Chong's mother scolded, "Do you have any masculinity anymore?"

"No! I don't! Don't I miss you?" Yan Chong started to act coquettishly.

"What the hell are you thinking? You haven't been home for so many days!" Yan Chong's mother scolded, "I already know about your truancy!"

"Hehehehe..." Yan Chong could only resolve it with awkward laughter.

"I thought you were dead?" Yan Chong's mother scolded him again, "Where did you die?"

"I just secretly went out with my friends for a few days..." Yan Chong said.

"You only have so little pocket money, where can you go to play?" Yan Chong's mother was unhappy, "It's not that I look down on you! If you have that time, why don't you do a work-study program?"

Yan Chong: "..."

do you need?

If I showed you all the money I have now, would you faint from fear?

For the safety of his mother, Yan Chong could only say that he didn't have to spend his own money. He had friends who had houses in other places and private cars to pick him up, so he didn't have to worry about food and accommodation.

"Then where else can you go?" Yan Chong's mother said reluctantly, "Can you run out of the suburbs?"

"Yes, yes!" Yan Chong could only echo.

The mother still loved her son, and even though she spoke harshly, she still didn't pursue it too closely.

"As long as you can come back," Yan Chong's mother said, "Go wash your face first and then prepare to eat."

Yan Chong took a look into the kitchen, where chickens and fish were being slaughtered. The scene was huge. No wonder he smelled such a bloody smell just now.

It turns out to be chicken blood!

It seems that after Yan Chong lost his vampire three-cell bag, although his sense of smell is still sensitive, he has lost the ability to distinguish blood types.

"Okay, okay." Yan Chong agreed repeatedly, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and then went back to the room to lie down.

Yan Chong was lying on the bed, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

By the way, it seems like I skipped school, right?

Did my mother think I was lost?

I didn't tell her when I would be back?

Why did she cook so many delicious dishes today?

It doesn’t look like they welcome me!

Yan Chong jumped up from the bed.

"Mom, do you want to entertain guests today?" Yan Chong asked.

"Yes!" Yan Chong's mother didn't hide it at all, "Uncle Huang is here today. You will be polite when you see people. Don't be so uneducated!"

"I can't see you!" Yan Chong said repeatedly, and then wanted to walk out the door.

What he hates most is that his mother will find him a stepfather.

Although times have advanced and his father is probably dead, there is still a knot in his heart.

"You little brat..." Yan Chong's mother quit at that time and chased him out to teach him a lesson.

When she chased her out, someone was already outside the door.

She quickly put on a smiling face and said, "Hey, you're here?"

Yan Chong's mother made an appointment with Uncle Huang, so she kept the door open, not waiting for Yan Chong's return.

Her dishes are almost done, and people are naturally arriving soon.

After hearing what his mother said, Yan Chong couldn't forcefully run out. He could only put on a fake smile and forcefully welcome him.

It didn't matter if he didn't look. He was shocked when he saw it.

Isn’t this Mr. Mellow!

He was the senior person who led the team in the first dungeon that Yan Chong participated in.

As before, he was wearing an old-fashioned suit and dressed like a gentleman.

When he saw Yan Chong, his reaction was not that big. He just smiled and said: "Xiao Dong, this is your child. He has grown so big?"

After Yan Chong heard this, he couldn't help but curse in his heart: This old guy can pretend better than me!

Why?

He couldn't have forgotten me, right?

Yan Chong thought about it carefully and thought it was impossible.

After all, the other party is also a veteran. If he was so forgetful, he would have died long ago, and he would not be considered a senior at all.

Then he is still the old fox!

Seeing that the other party is a reincarnator, Yan Chong cannot leave now.

He didn't know the purpose of the other party deliberately approaching his mother. Could it be that he was the murderer of his father?

Although Yan Chong is not a veteran, he has gained a lot from these dungeons and has a small amount of combat power. He is even a little blindly confident. He feels that even if the opponent is a senior, he still has a chance to compete with him.

At the very least, he should be able to protect his mother's safety.

This is what Yan Chong thought and did, so his usually flattering side came out.

"Hello, Uncle Huang!" Yan Chong asked.

"Hello!" Mr. Gentleman said, "Hey, I don't have any greeting gifts here. Come on, take this red envelope!"

After saying that, Mr. Chunhou dug around and actually took out a red envelope and stuffed it into Yan Chong's hand.

How dare Yan Chong open it in person?

But he still squeezed it with his hands, trying to confirm the amount of money by its thickness.

However, he discovered that the envelope contained not general coins, but hard, round sheets.

Star coins?

Yan Chong quickly realized that it was about five pieces.

Is this the work of a veteran?

Taking out five star coins is the same as taking out five hundred dollars?

Yan Chong’s current number of star coins is growing really fast!

"Thank you, uncle!" Yan Chong smiled sweetly.

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce you. This is my daughter, Huang Yishan." Mr. Chunhou pulled out a timid little girl from behind him. She should be younger than Yan Chong, that is, a junior high school student.

, with a childish look on his face.

"The name is quite good," Yan Chong muttered, "Yishan, Yishan... Shining?"

Mr. Mellow: "!!!"

You just said it, why did you even sing it!

And why does it sound so ugly!

Huang Yishan was still a child, so she had a trace of sadness on her face, silently resisting others' cancellation of her name.

As for Mr. Chunhou, his expression was obviously a little bad.

He reached out to cover his chest, then held the doorframe with his left hand, almost losing his balance.

His appearance was something Yan Chong had never expected.

How can you, a senior person, be so weak?

Can you still have a heart attack?

wrong!