Super Dragon Cultivation System

Zheng's old house is in the oldest area in the westernmost part of the giant mallet, where Father Zheng lives all year round.

The junior Zheng family asked for instructions several times, but he did not agree to move to the new city.

He said that it was customary to live here, so that the younger people had moved away.

So, it was deserted here, and only a few intimate men stayed.

Zhongbo has been with his grandfather for almost a lifetime, and now he is a 260-year-old man, and Yi (body sh n) has reached the peak of his life.

If no miracle occurs, he will die in the realm of the four-star warlord.

This month he was alive before and after running, with a happy smile on his face every day.

"The host hasn't hosted a birthday party for 80 years. It should be a big one!"

Zhong Bo said while wearing a birthday dress for his host.

Although he referred to Zheng Haisheng as the main person, Father Zheng Haisheng has long been regarded as a good brother.

Zhongbo has followed him since he was ten years old, and more than 200 years have passed.

Zhong Bo's (body sh n) shadow has been in his life.

Every day, you do n’t have to tell me, at what time, you will have something you want to eat, drink, and dress in front of you.

Zhongbo is like an arm of his own.

"Well! Rarely those little bunnies are whimpering."

Zheng Haisheng wore neatly before saying a word.

"Are all the empire's powers coming?"

Zheng Haisheng asked again.

"Yes, there are quite a few."

Zhongbo Road.

He knew that the master's face could not be changed in a lifetime.

"Well, let's go out, don't let them wait too long."

Zheng Haisheng nodded, (tinging) from ((chest xiong) xiong), watching everything in front of him is so pleasing to the eye.

After a while, the two came to Shouyan Square.

This place is already crowded with friends.

Seeing the old man come out, they all stood up respectfully and congratulated.

"Okay!"

The old man raised his hand with a gesture of satisfaction, all the people took their seats, all looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

"Thank you all for coming here, and you can still remember me as a bad old man for so many years."

"No more nonsense, let's go!"

The old man laughed and announced the start of the banquet.

"Old lady, I respect you for a glass of wine and wish you good luck in life!"

Chu Huang laughed, holding up his glass.

Although he is the monarch of a country, his status is much different than that of the five-star warrior.

He can only sit next to the old man.

And Shou Xing had a separate table and faced everyone.

"Haha! The emperor Chu is interested!" The old man took the wine glass and drank it, showing his bold ((xing) xing).

He drew his eyebrows into the stomach as if he noticed something, but he sensed it carefully, but found nothing.

Afterwards, the old man shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and continued to accept toasts from everyone.

Ten minutes later, the old man was slightly drunk. He didn't use the gas to make wine. This kind of erratic feeling was quite enjoyable.

Just then, two laughs came from outside the square: "Haha!"

"The two of us are late. Father Zheng is so strange!"

Before the words fell, I saw two (body sh n) shadows suddenly appear in front of Chu Huang (body sh n).

"It turned out to be two Chinese teachers. Please sit down."

Zheng Haisheng was neither salty nor indifferent.

He was unfamiliar with the two, he was quite annoying, and he was a bit wary.

Because these two people (body sh n) have a slight evil spirit, if they are not carefully sensed, they will not be aware of it.

Zheng Haisheng suspected that these two were the people who killed Sha.

"Thank you, Mr. Zheng, I was late and punished three cups. Please feel free."

Speaking of beckoning, six glasses of one or two wines appeared out of thin air, and they drank all of them.