The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 1142 Qin Yi: Brat, I will teach you the last truth today!
Qin Zong spoke unhurriedly.

At the same time, he stretched out and slowly moved the vault and elephant back to their original positions.

"These rules were taught to me word by word by you."

Qin Yi raised his hand indifferently, and the old man smiled: "That's the rule they set, I'm changing the rule now."

"Anyway, you are my great-grandson, so you have to listen to me." Qin Yi's tone was rascal, and he moved his horse and elephant to Qin Zong's territory again, "I'm going to leave like this today, what can you do!"

A handsome young man sat on a bench with his hands on his knees.

His back is straight and loose, and his face is hard.

The facial features are sharp and handsome, the phoenix eyes are heavy, and the demeanor is cold and calm.

He looked at the old man sitting across from him, pursed his thin lips, showing a faint stubbornness.

"It was you who said that the strong should not bully the weak."

"It was you who taught me since I was a child. As a soldier, one should defend the country, the people of the country, and the blood of glory. You must be worthy of yourself, your parents, and your country."

"You must look up to the sky, and bow down to others."

"Don't be selfish, don't be willful, don't..."

Qin Zong's emotions were already suppressed, but he was so excited by Qin Yi that he blurted out a lot of words.

Old Master Qin laughed. He casually threw his cane to his feet, raised his legs, and looked like an old hooligan, "Boy, you remember these messy things quite clearly."

Qin Yi stared at the most outstanding child of the Qin family. He flicked the chessboard casually, and said in a calm tone, "Boy, I will teach you the last truth today."

"People live in this world, after all, for themselves."

"There are also the rules of this chess game. Today I am your great-grandfather, so I said to change it. I will force you to play chess with me according to these rules. What can you do?"

Mr. Qin's tone of voice was even more shameless and domineering than that of a hooligan, "Whatever the rules, whatever, as long as I am happy."

"I'm older than you, so I'll have the final say."

Qin Yi sneered, "No matter what, it is my ability to live happily and contentedly."

"Do you think the Qin family produces good people from generation to generation? Your great-grandfather and I were bandits back then, and robbery is my old profession."

If the elder brother hadn't suddenly had a convulsion and had to do some big business, he would have died on the mountain long ago.

The eldest brother passed away, and he guarded the Qin family alone.

I'm afraid that if I don't do something well, I will have no face to see my big brother underground.

It's just that he didn't expect that Qin Zong would become what he is today.

"Xiao Zong, what I taught you in the past was for your great-grandfather."

"Today's words were taught by your second great-grandfather."

The butler was stunned.

He had never seen the old man like this before, it seemed like a different person.

It's like turning from an old British gentleman to an old hooligan.

While speaking, Qin Yi had already picked up the cane on the ground, held it in his hand again, stood up indifferently, and patted the dust off his body.

"Anyway, the old man wants a living great-grandson."

Don't want a dead one.

It's not okay to be dead.

Not fun at all.

Qin Yi frowned, and very dissatisfied, poked the dazed great-grandson with his cane, and told him angrily, "Boy, remember to come up and call me after dinner."

Although that girl's craftsmanship is not as good as Yantao's.

It's better than nothing.

At least, he can eat more sugar.

Qin Yi looked forward to it: happy!
(End of this chapter)