Supreme Space Puppet Master

Chapter 97
Jiang Xiaoli didn't know, but in the blink of an eye, Hua Teng had already had countless suspicious thoughts in his mind.

However, even if Jiang Xiaoli knew, her heart wouldn't have much ups and downs.

As for asking the Hua family to find a family for him?

Jiang Xiaoli was originally Huayan, so wouldn't that just let Huateng find herself?

This sounds ridiculous, but in fact, the reason why Jiang Xiaoli said this to Hua Teng is that she still has a little hope and a little desire in her heart.

It's just that I didn't expect that the head of the Hua family on the opposite side.

Oh, that is, her biological father, who can tell nonsense with his eyes open, and doesn't even change his face.

Jiang Xiaoli had to admit that at this moment, she had a little admiration for the man in front of her.

Jiang Xiaoli knew that he was the head of the Hua family, and when he did things, he would not be aimless, and he must have his own considerations.

But so what, is that why he doesn't recognize himself?
A trace of bitterness flashed across Jiang Xiaoli's heart, but the smile on his face was even brighter.

Pretend, isn't it just pretend.

Who wouldn't?
She will too.

Jiang Xiaoli pushed all the exercises borrowed from Uncle Jiu to Hua Teng without any hesitation.

Anyway, those exercises, like the cliff carvings outside Tianwai Village, were deeply engraved in her mind and could never be lingered.

Hua Teng smiled, and pushed those exercises to Jiang Xiaoli again.

He won't take it.

Although he couldn't believe it when he heard that Uncle Jiu had lent all these exercises to Jiang Xiaoli.

You must know that these exercises in Jiang Xiaoli's hands were all brought by Uncle Jiu himself.

Many members of the Hua family, including himself, had borrowed these books from Uncle Jiu.

But none of them were rejected by Uncle Jiu.

Even if Uncle Jiu just randomly piled up these exercises in the corner to collect dust.

Hua Teng was a little curious, what aspect of Jiang Xiaoli's body attracted Uncle Jiu's attention, could make Uncle Jiu lend all these exercises to Jiang Xiaoli.

Jiang Xiaoli is now nothing more than a piece of trash with broken spiritual roots.

Hua Teng looked at the box in front of him and smiled, how could he accept it?
Not only can't accept it, he can't even look through it.

Because, he is the head of the Hua family.

If Jiang Xiaoli really took back the books he borrowed from Zangshu Pavilion, no matter what considerations he had in mind, it would appear that he was too small.

Too petty.

Hua Teng has lived for more than 100 years, and what he values ​​most is his old face. He will not allow the face of the Hua family, his face, to be damaged in the slightest.

For the sake of face, he can hide Hua Sheng and his weird evil cauldron, even if he hurts another genius with a heavenly root in the Hua family, he will not pursue it.

For the sake of face, he can resist not to recognize the child he has been looking for for ten years, and not only himself, but also his wife, and the rest of the Hua family will not recognize him.

For the sake of face, he can also slap Huayue without hesitation, even if this child is the little daughter he has loved since childhood.

For the sake of face, he can also let Huarong replace Huayan, that is, instead of Jiang Xiaoli, he can worship Elder Mo as his teacher.

All for just two words.

face.

As for whether this is unfair to Jiang Xiaoli?

Huh, fair?
Sorry, he has always believed that all the fairness in the world is earned by himself.

You are talented, capable, and promising, so you will naturally have fairness.

You are worthless, you are useless, you are useless, so what fairness do you talk about?
Hua Teng narrowed his eyes, he was absolutely right to do so.

The current Jiang Xiaoli is nothing but wasting the resources of his Hua family, other than casting a thick shadow over the reputation of the Hua family, what use is there?

Even if this person is his child.

What's more, he was still a child he had given up on.

It is said that chess is like a person.

The more restless Hua Teng was, the more violent his subordinate Bai Zi fell.

On the chessboard, thick gunpowder seems to have risen between the square inch of heaven and earth.

It's just that the gunpowder smoke can't be seen or touched, but Jiang Xiaoli can really feel it.

Except at the beginning of the game, Jiang Xiaoli had eaten a few white stones, and after that, he was almost forced to defend again and again by the white stones.

The chess piece at Huateng's fingertips fell back to its original place and collided with other chess pieces at the bottom, making a very crisp sound.

Huateng squinted his eyes, raised his hand and stroked his beard, which was not too long but submissive, and commented: "Your chess style is still stable, but your blood is a little lacking."

Jiang Xiaoli and Huateng played chess, basically focusing on defense.

And Hua Teng's fall is fierce, obviously adopting a coercive tactic, and using the coercion to attack aggressively.

Now that Jiang Xiaoli has no way to retreat, Hua Teng's victory is a foregone conclusion, no wonder Hua Teng said so.

The white and slender fingertips gently picked up a black spot, Jiang Xiaoli didn't answer, but the expression on his face was very calm, as if she didn't know that she was doomed.

On the chessboard, all of Heizi's escape routes have been cut off by Baizi. No matter how Heizi moves, a slight movement will cause a tight calamity.

It can be said that no matter what happens, Jiang Xiaoli will destroy his own future, so it is better to just admit defeat.

But what Huateng didn't expect was that Jiang Xiaoli actually did this.

Looking at Jiang Xiaoli's stupid behavior, Hua Teng couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart. He was slightly proud of defeating Jiang Xiaoli in chess.

But this trace of complacency immediately made him feel a little blush. In terms of his experience at a hundred-year-old age, there is really nothing to be complacent about beating a 14-year-old child.

Thinking of this, Hua Teng felt a little boring.

Huateng held back her wide cloud sleeves, ready to get up and leave.

Hua Teng thought in distress, if he hadn't been too surprised to hear the news that Uncle Jiu had lent the book to Jiang Xiaoli, why would he have left the hospital so early in the morning?

"Okay, you can go back." Hua Teng calmed down, glanced at Jiang Xiaoli with no emotion in his eyes, and said.

Jiang Xiaoli also raised his eyes to look directly at Hua Teng's gaze, and said with a quick smile, "No hurry."

I saw the black stone that she was gently twisting with her bare hands, slowly but firmly stretched out her hand towards the chessboard.

With a click, the black stone landed firmly on the chessboard.

Hua Teng's pupils shrunk slightly, and saw that the chessboard, which had already become a dead game, suddenly came to life as soon as Jiang Xiaoli's son fell.

Heizi, not only did not die, but killed a bloody path.

As for Jiang Xiaoli's retreat and retreat before, all the accumulated energy exploded at this moment.

Like a bow drawn into a full moon, the more Jiang Xiaoli retreated before, the more terrifying the energy accumulated at this time.

Hua Teng seemed to hear a buzzing sound in his ears, and a sharp arrow that left the string burst towards him.

Hua Teng frowned slightly, and saw that Bai Zi's previous advantage seemed to be just his illusion, which never existed.

Bai Zi, I lost.

Huateng, I lost.

(End of this chapter)