Saint Seiya: This Gemini is a bit pitted

Chapter 60 Sickness attack! 12 Saga and Zilong's father-in-law (second more)
Jia Long met Wang Long again.

In just over a month, Wang Long seemed to have aged decades,
He was originally in his 20s, but now he has gray hair, wrinkled face, stooped figure, and looks like he is dying.

Obviously not long to live.

"Don't be surprised, this is the price of using the Hyperactive Dragon Ba..."

Wang Long's tone is still indifferent for thousands of years:
"Now you believe that I couldn't help myself? After all, you and I have no revenge for killing our father."

"Ah."

Jaron nodded.

In fact, he had already believed in Wang Long.

After all, the Lushan faction is famous for being reckless in battle. Taking off clothes, inserting eyes, and punching fists with the heart are all small cases.

What's more, since practicing Lushan fighting skills, Jia Long also felt that his blood could easily get excited in battle.

Hmm... It should be said that the blood of the beast is boiling.

Once the blood is burned, it becomes violent, which is probably the sequelae of the atavism phenomenon.

However, he didn't come here today to ask about the boiling of beast blood.

What he wanted to ask was about the mosasaur tattoo on his back.

"That's not a tattoo, it's called a dragon pattern, and it's a symbol of the awakening of blood power."

"In the huge world of fighters, gods, bloodlines, and astrology are known as the three sources of power, and the power of the small universe of all fighters in the world comes from these three sources, without exception."

"As for the origin of the moss dragon 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 families of heaven, earth, water, fire, and wind. I don't know the rest. If you want to know..."

"The only way to find Teacher Tong Hu is to go to the Five Old Peaks of Lushan Mountain. No one among the saints knows the power of blood better than him."

"Also, if you want to continue cultivating the power of your bloodline, I can teach you the Lushan Countercurrent Method of our Wulaofeng lineage..."

Wang Long's performance was very happy, which surprised Jia Long.

"Why are you so happy? We were enemies before, okay?"

"Because I want you to owe me a favor."

"Oh?"

Just when Jia Long was surprised, Wang Long said calmly:

"You have also seen my current situation. I probably won't be able to return to Lushan Mountain alive. The only thing I can't let go of now is my younger brother Wang Hu and my daughter Chunli..."

"Before, I sent them to Mount Lu and entrusted them to Teacher Tong Hu, but you also know that Teacher Tong Hu is over 200 years old. I am afraid that if the teacher dies, Mount Lu will become a place of right and wrong."

"And you are still young, and you may become a powerful gold saint like Teacher Tong Hu in the future. People like you, just take care of them a little, maybe they can change their fate."

Wang Long's tone was sincere.

Jia Long was stunned and speechless after hearing this.

This Wang Long turned out to be Wang Hu's elder 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 flatly rejected Wang Long.

After speaking, Jia Long turned around and left.

Just when Wang Long showed disappointment.

Seeing that Jia Long's leaving figure paused slightly, he said without looking back:
"Wang Long, don't worry, your teacher won't die so easily, maybe he will be alive and kicking like a young man in the future."

"Also, if there is a chance in the future, I will take care of Wang Hu and Chun Li."

……

Leaving the cabin, Jia Long felt a little emotional.

Who said that the world of saints is only fighting and killing?

Also full of sophistication!

Wang Lung is a good father.

It's a pity that Chun Li did not embark on the road of a fighter.

"By the way, this is Chunli, do you want to teach her how to kick?"

Jia Long shook his head and gave up this unrealistic idea.

Although Wang Lung was seeking his own death, he did die because of him.

Who knows if Chun Li, a little girl, will commit a crime in the future, and ask him to avenge her father's murder?

"Garon, what are you still dawdling about? Dinner is ready!"

After walking a few steps, Jia Long met Mi Luo.

Milo has been busy lately.

Since his injury recovered a little, the task of treating other wounded was given to him.

Several seriously injured little fighters and dark fighters were almost stabbed by his scarlet needle.

But Milo wasn't happy at all.

Not to mention that all the seriously injured were men, he still needed to treat Saga's mental illness.

Saga woke up.

Words and deeds have become extremely strange.

This made the little fighters who were envious of him no longer envy him at all, and even deliberately avoided him.

But Miro couldn't hide, so he could only bite the bullet and face Saga.

"I've grown up so much, I've never seen your brother with such a strange disease!
What kind of god-like man is simply a crazy man..."

While talking, the two had already walked to the big mess hall of the tanker.

Due to insufficient funds, the meals provided to the little fighters were not good, and there were only three items in total:

The dish is forever salted fish.

There are two kinds of rice, rice in the east and bread in the west.
However, you can only choose one.

Therefore, what little fighters need to struggle with every meal is only to choose rice or bread.

When Jia Long and Mi Luo came in, they happened to meet Saga cooking rice.

The tall and fat canteen chef asked Saga with a spoon:
"Would you like bread or rice?"

"I want bread."

Hearing Saga's reply, the master nodded, put down the spoon, picked up the tong, and was about to pick up the bread.

At this time, I heard Saga say:

"I want rice."

"okay."

The master hurriedly put down the tongs, picked up the spoon, and was about to serve the rice.

At this time, I heard Saga say again:
"I want bread."

"Hello's."

Knowing that the little fighter is not easy to mess with, the master chef had no choice but to put down the spoon again, and picked up the tong to hold 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, he couldn't bear it anymore, and made an exception for Saga, who sandwiched bread and rice.

Only then did Saga leave with the plate.

However, as soon as he arrived at the table, his face became cloudy and uncertain again.

"Eat the bread first."

The fork in Saga's left hand reached for the bread.

"I want to eat rice first."

The spoon in Saga's right hand reached for 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 expression fluctuated, but his anger became more and more intense.
Then I saw his left hand put down the fork and raised it high...

"You dare to disobey the gods? Damn it!"

"Crack~"

I saw that Saga's left hand slapped himself severely on the right cheek.

But soon,
I saw Saga's right hand raised.

"So what if you disobey the gods? I warn you, this land belongs to humans!"

"Crack~"

Saga's right hand fell heavily, and hit her left cheek even harder.

"Bold! How dare you blaspheme the gods, accept the punishment!"

"Crack~"

"I, Saga, will fight for mankind!"

"Crack~"

"Crack~"

"Crack~"

Looking at Saga, whose face was sometimes righteous and sometimes evil, he raised his hand and slapped himself. Everyone in the cafeteria, including Jia Long, was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)