The azure flame burned silently, the air was twisted by the high temperature, the transparent hot air waves rushed in all directions, and the violent wind suddenly swept from the center of the flame, forming a huge fire tornado. The blue veins on Chu Zihang's body bulged, the dragon blood flowed violently, and the ancient words drove the field to expand continuously. Above him floated Caesar, who was like the lord of the wind, with a cold and angry look, and his eyes seemed to be brewing a real storm. Word Spirit·Jun Yan! Word Spirit·Wind King's Eye! The raging fire snake expanded several times with the blessing of the wind, and the power of the matching words rose straight up, whistling and sending disaster to the enemy, as if being punished in hell, and the shrill screams that made people shudder sounded one after another. The fierce ghosts who could escape from the encirclement were the elite among the elite, but facing Caesar and Chu Zihang, they could only be tortured in despair, and the high temperature of Jun Yan melted the dragon scales and internal organs. This was a real torture! In a short while, the last group of enemies also fell to the ground with groans. They were covered with horrible burns, curled up and trembling. If it weren't for the powerful dragon bloodline and evolution medicine, they would have died. The executive bureau in the rear was amazed at the strength of the two powerful foreign aids. After sending the people on the ground away, they thanked them respectfully. Admiration for strength is a gene engraved in the bones of humans, and the Japanese branch has made full use of this point. "Let's go for the last inspection to see if there are any enemies left?"
After the people in the executive bureau cleaned up the scene, Chu Zihang broke the silence and made a suggestion. Caesar nodded slightly without objection. He didn't know what he was thinking and seemed a little absent-minded. During the quiet inspection, Chu Zihang felt the fatigue after the outbreak of the word spirit, and couldn't help but glanced at Caesar who was unaware. "The power in your body is stronger than I thought, and it has surpassed me, and the magnitude is not low."
At the beginning, Jun Yan's domain was not under his control after it spread. The Eye of the Wind King took over the initiative. He was just the source of the fire, but Caesar controlled all the wind directions in the domain, which represented the strength of both domains and the control of the elements.
"It seems so."
Caesar replied coldly. He also vaguely felt that his physical potential had been completely stimulated since the night when Lu Ke upgraded the two of them, and he was getting stronger all the time.
After less than a whole day, Caesar felt that his strength had risen a lot. It is estimated that he can now suppress Yuan Zhisheng alone, provided that the unknown Word Spirit is excluded, but in fact, the result is the same if the Word Spirit is counted.
As his power grew, the range of his words was also expanding. Most of the words of the sky and wind king were awakening, including Yin Lei, Yin Liu, Wuchen Land, Mingzhao, Kama Weasel, Vampire Scythe, Moment, Eye of the Wind King... Although the sweetness of this power was wonderful, it also made him feel a little scared, as if he was gradually changing from a human to a dragon, an ancient dragon of high rank! "You are too cruel. It is better to leave the fierce ghosts to the eight families of Sheqi." Chu Zihang weighed his words. Caesar woke up from the uneasy fear, and his tone was still cold, "I held back, and each of them carried dozens of lives. From a legal perspective, they have no citizenship." "That's not what we should..." Chu Zihang stopped talking halfway, pursed his lips and said hesitantly: "You are so impatient, is it because your father came here?"
"I don't have a father. My father has died with my mother." Caesar answered decisively, his tone unquestionable. Chu Zihang lowered his eyes, and his tone became gentle unconsciously. He shouldn't have interfered in other people's family affairs, but he couldn't help but speak when he thought of his past self. "Maybe there are some misunderstandings. Many people just don't know how to express their love. No father will hate his child. You have his blood in your body. You are blood-related. You... share honor and disgrace." When he talked about this familiar dialogue, he was absent-minded for a moment, which made him think of that rainy night again for no reason, and the man standing in front of him, and Odin! The space around them solidified briefly, and the sound of the wind passed through the street, like a chattering cry. The two walked towards the neon lights flashing, quiet and deserted street. After a while, Caesar glanced at him with a strange look, as if he really knew him for the first time, and spoke slowly. "Everyone in the academy thought Chu Zihang was a cold-hearted killer. I didn't expect that you actually have a heart of a women's federation in your bones. Are you here to help me mediate family conflicts?" Chu Zihang looked embarrassed and answered in a low voice: "I just think that more communication is a good way to solve problems. Many conflicts are caused by lack of communication." "I know that there are often such plots in TV dramas in your country, but most of them appear in romantic dramas." Caesar's eyes drifted away with a deep and sarcastic tone, "When my mother was in the hospital, he was partying in a high-end bar. When the doctors and nurses took off her oxygen mask and heart rate monitor, he was serving wine to a beautiful woman. We attended the funeral under the auspices of the priest, and he rolled on the woman's bed..." "Pompey Gattuso's life was to be a stallion sowing in the gentle land of countless women, and he was irresponsible to throw away after use. If I want to evaluate, he is a 10,000 times worse than that person." Chu Zihang: "..." Regarding the matter of someone becoming a measure of character, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. He gave up persuading the unfamiliar family and stopped while looking at the darkening sky. "It's almost time to go back. To celebrate the destruction of the fierce ghosts and the handover of the position of the head of the family, the Sheqi family has prepared a grand banquet. It's a rare trip to Japan and try the special cuisine here." "I prefer your country's food." Caesar tsked lightly, thinking that Pompeii would most likely be invited, and he couldn't help but feel strong disgust in his heart. … The banquet was held in the family's shrine, and the standards were very high. Only some members of the family and distinguished guests were allowed to attend, so there were not many people participating. They were all respected elders and very important backbones. Exquisite Japanese paper lanterns are hung high, emitting a soft and warm light. The floor is covered with white tatami mats, and a huge low table is placed in the center. The table is covered with a gorgeous silk tablecloth and decorated with exquisite bouquets. The table is filled with a variety of Japanese delicacies, from fresh sashimi to exquisite sushi to fragrant Japanese barbecue. The people attending the banquet can be regarded as the elites of the Eight Sheqi Families. Although they are gangsters, they are all very polite and respectful. They discuss the details, follow-up and corresponding measures of the blitzkrieg, the alternation of the power levels of the Eight Sheqi Families, and occasionally interact with Other people keep in touch, it's not as lively as other banquets, it's more like a social gathering or a meeting. In the meeting room of the main hall of the shrine, the five heads of the lower five families were already sitting in their respective seats. Among the upper three families, Masamune Tachibana did not sit in the middle seat, and Minamoto Chisao took his place. This is a long-awaited transfer of power. Yuan Zhisheng has performed well over the years. Now that the fierce ghosts have been wiped out, everyone else believes that this "emperor" will lead the Sheqi family to a new level. They applauded enthusiastically, and the applause echoed in the shrine. Yuan Zhisheng drank one cup after another, turning a deaf ear to the applause. He put the wine glass to his lips, a look of exhaustion in his brows. Next to him, Masamune Tachibana lowered his voice, "Children, be happy. The head of the family is the spiritual pillar of the family." "Sorry, Dad, but I just can't be happy." Yuan Zhisheng replied calmly. Too many things have happened in the past few days. Tachibana Masamune, his adoptive father and master, is suspected of having identity issues when raising Deadpool, his sister Eri is tricked by a scumbag into spending the night, and his brother who thought he died in his hands many years ago is back alive and surrendered. He also learned not long ago that the four great monarchs gathered in Japan and a disaster was about to come. What is gratifying is probably that the fierce ghosts have really been wiped out. Although there are still doubts about the father's identity, it has been alleviated a lot. Eriki's health has indeed gotten better. As for her younger brother Minamoto Naomi... If what Luke said is true, then the whole of Japan will be destroyed accidentally, and everyone may die together loving each other. If it is false, the young girl may be locked in a "black prison" for the rest of her life. , which is also not a good result. "Everyone is looking forward to you becoming the patriarch." Tachibana Masamune continued to persuade in a low voice. "Yes, everyone expects me to be the patriarch, except myself."
Yuan Zhisheng shook the wine glass in his hand and said calmly: "Rather than becoming the supreme leader of the underworld and the head of the eight Sheqi families, I would rather sell sunscreen on a naturist beach." "...You won't. You are a child with a heavy sense of responsibility. The Sheqi Eighth Family needs an elder parent, so you will definitely become the elder parent until you feel that someone can take your place." Yuan Zhisheng did not speak, did not refute or affirm, but he did stand up and recited a speech to appease the heads and elders of the next five families until the crowd below left. After a while, the door was opened, and Chu Zihang and Caesar walked in. Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version! The two of them wore black suits to attend the banquet, but they didn't expect that everyone in the shrine was wearing kimonos. Fortunately, they were thick-skinned enough and forced themselves not to lose their composure with a straight face. As long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed! "Did we go to the wrong place?" Looking at the conference room that was obviously different from the layout outside, the two of them were keenly aware that something was wrong. This place didn't seem to be a place where you should just come in casually. "No, the meeting has already ended, and since you two are distinguished guests, there is no place that you cannot enter." Yuan Zhisheng stood up to greet them, and bowed deeply to the two of them with proper etiquette, "Thank you very much for your help. Your presence has reduced our casualties to a very low level. As the head of the family, on behalf of the eight Sheqi families, I I’m grateful for your help, and the Sheqi family will be your forever friends.” "I have no interest in the Sheqi Ba family, but I still quite like you." Caesar felt a little secretly happy to be received like this. Although the noble master's status was high enough, it was quite surprising to him that the emperor who became the head of the family was still so respectful. He commented reservedly, "Apart from your love of smoking sissy cigarettes, you are actually quite a man." Chu Zihang elbowed the person next to him and translated and softened his words expressionlessly, "What he means is that the person we want to make friends with is you more than the Sheqi family." "It's an honor." A smile appeared on Yuan Zhisheng's face, "I am very happy to be friends of Gattuso and Chu." "Just call me Caesar. There is more than one Gattuso, but I am the only Caesar." "I feel like the name Caesar is quite common." Chu Zihang complained expressionlessly, "And when it comes to Caesar, the first thing that comes to mind is definitely the Roman Emperor Caesar." Before Caesar could glare at the troublemakers, a strange voice sounded. "I came, I saw, and I conquered! Giving him this name represents the family's high hopes for Caesar, and it also represents my expectations." Pompeii Gattuso, whose kimono was half-open, revealing his sculpture-like chest, walked into the banquet hall smelling of wine. He has a handsome enough face, long blond hair, sea-blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and a tight waist. He has a mature and handsome look that is different from the youthful young people such as Chu Zihang, Caesar, and Yuan Zhisheng. Pompeo glanced at Tachibana Masamune, narrowed his eyes and stayed on him for a while, briefly skipping Yuan Zhisheng, a descendant of the White King. When he saw Chu Zihang, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and finally stopped on Caesar. "We haven't seen each other for years, Caesar." Chu Zihang felt a dull pain deep in his brain, and his heart skipped a few beats. Unspeakable emotions surged into his heart. Blue and purple lines appeared in his sight. Unknown murmurs came from his ears. Only then did he realize that he was trapped in A slight state of spiritual vision. It was very slight, not enough to cause hallucinations. It felt like hearing dragon language again after experiencing the 3E test, as if something had been activated. He was confused about his own state and covered his heart with his right hand.
Caesar's expression had solidified and quickly turned into winter when Pompeii's voice sounded. If possible, he probably hoped that his Dictado could turn into Frostmourne and rebel against the gorgeous father. "If possible, I would rather never see you in this life. Why did you come to Japan?" "Of course it's to see you." Pompeii's eyes fell on Caesar and did not move away. He carefully looked at every part of Caesar. After confirming that there was no damage, he breathed a sigh of relief and spoke in a gentle tone. "You are my son and the continuation of my life. The person I care about most in this world is you." "Yeah?" Caesar crossed his arms and sneered, "Judging from your behavior, shouldn't I have many younger brothers and sisters? You won't be sterilized, right?" "Your birth is a miracle, Caesar. It took thousands of years of human history for a Caesar to appear. It is only natural that it will take thousands of years for you to appear." He spoke calmly, with a firm tone, and was about to continue when there was a sudden loud bang at the door. The door creaked as the door was kicked open, and Luke, who was holding Eriyi in his arms, strutted into the conference room, followed by an old man with a dark face. "Hey, they're all here!"