Godly Arrogant Son-in-law

Lao Zhao and Lao Tian couldn't be simpler.

Zhou Yi and Lao Tian have not finished the game of chess. Lao Zhao wants to see Lao Tian defeated, but Lao Tian wants to move back to this game in the future, so that he can have the capital to bury and eliminate Lao Zhao.

In the end, it's self-respect.

No matter what kind of things he would like to tell in two weeks, it's natural for them to let go.

Seeing that the two men had been hooked, Zhou Yi was not grinding. He sat down again to play chess with laotiantou.

It has to be said that Lao Tiantou's chess playing is indeed better than that old Zhao's, but it is only a few points stronger, so Zhou Yi still won the game in the end.

"Not really, Lao Zhou. We'll have another set later." Lao Tian looks at Zhou Yi's packing and can't help speaking.

"Tomorrow, I want to come back tomorrow, but you two have to help me finish my task now!" With that, Zhou Yi took out the teapot, bowl and cup from his pocket and put them on the chessboard. Finally, he took out a small stove and a box of charcoal from his pocket.

Laotiantou: "laotiantou"...

Laozhao tou "...

they were going to ask whether Zhou Yi is here to play chess or to taste tea?

However, when Zhou Yi took out the excellent West Lake Longjing, all their doubts disappeared.

As a result, three people drink tea and talk about some strange things about Kyoto recently.

"A week ago, in the middle of the night, I got up to go to the bathroom. It was sunny and cloudless, but when I came out of the bathroom, it snowed..." Laotiantou did not finish his words, but was interrupted by Lao Zhao.

But this time laotiantou was not angry, but a mysterious face: "snow is not uncommon, but do you know what I see?"

"What?" After hearing this, Lao Zhao's head also raised a trace of curiosity.

"I saw a snowball of this size crashing down on the ground from the air Laotiantou's hand is about the size of a basketball area.

"Nonsense!" Lao Zhao was obviously not convinced.

Zhou Yidao is somewhat convinced that there are problems with the change of seasons in Kyoto, not to mention a huge snowball, even if it is possible to say that there are a few small fish wrapped in the rain.

"Well, well, I don't talk nonsense, you say it!" Zhao Tiantou drank a Longjing and waved.

Lao Zhao also took a sip, and then seemed to be lost in thought. Lao Tian was a little impatient. He was about to shout up his two voices, but suddenly he came to his senses.

Lao Zhao stared at Zhou Yi, then glanced at Lao Tian tou. Seeing how they both listened to their speech, he nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "not long ago, there was a man who claimed that he had met a miracle in the northern suburb of Kyoto!"

Speaking of this, Lao Zhao took a meaningful look at Zhou Yi and Lao Tiantou.

"Miracle? Where did I hear that? Why don't I know? " Laotiantou is also strange, he almost always with this old Zhao head, he heard, he has no reason not to hear?

Lao Zhao gave him a look of your idiot, and then continued: "this is not the most strange. The strangest thing is that after a few days, this man disappeared. Even his relatives said that he was going to cultivate immortals."

"Tut, I don't believe it. If people are missing, they don't report it. Let the people in charge of the missing people go to investigate?" Laotian turned his lips and obviously didn't believe it.

Lao Zhao did not care whether he believed it or not. Anyway, he promised Zhou Yi to tell a few anecdotes, which would be regarded as the completion of the task. However, to this kind of doubt, he explained: "his relatives found the letter he left. He left on his own, not killed!"

No doubt, the old man opened his mouth and looked at his handwriting

Then the two talked and told a few stories. Then the three broke up and went back to their respective homes.

Zhou Yi has been thinking about the story of Lao Zhao tou. Listening to what he said, it does exist, but I don't know whether the story is true or not.

However, Zhou Yi thinks he should have a look at the northern suburb of Kyoto.

Zhou Yi left the park and began to flash away to the northern suburbs of Kyoto.

There are too many people in Kyoto. It's golden week now. Many people come to visit. Even behind a tree, two people can come out.

So Zhou Yi didn't dare to make a big fuss, so he could only press down the speed and slowly approach the northern suburbs.

An hour later, Zhou Yi finally arrived in the northern suburbs.

But there are still a lot of people hanging around here.

Zhou Yi felt that since it was a so-called miracle, it would not be in the full view of the public. It must be a slightly hidden place.

So Zhou Yi slowly released his own spirit and courage. First, he searched the whole northern suburbs.Gradually, Zhou Yi's spirit and courage had already sneaked into a relatively remote dense forest in the northern suburbs.

"There is no one here, but it is hidden." Zhou Yi looked at the empty forest, and his mood improved a lot.

It's also possible that he seldom appears in places with many people, so Zhou Yi is not very suitable for such a tourist season.

After walking forward slowly for nearly half an hour, Zhou Yi's spirit and courage have swept this deserted mountain forest, but there is no discovery.

There's not even a hint of independent space.

"Is the other person lying?" Zhou Yi leaned against a thick trunk, holding his arm in one hand, and rubbing his chin with the other hand.

Zhou Yi doesn't dare to tell a lie. He doesn't dare to guarantee that he also inquires according to the latest anecdotes. Most of the time, the authenticity of anecdotes only accounts for 12 / 10, while the composition of fabrication accounts for 89 / 10. Therefore, Zhou Yi is not surprised even if he doesn't find out.

After searching around for a long time, Zhou Yi still didn't find anything. In the end, he had to give up and listen to the news as a story.

But when he was about to turn around, the whole ground began to shake.

Zhou Yi's body quickly retreated. After a few hundred meters, he stabilized himself.

The ground in front of us is still shaking. Faintly, there is a tiny crack on the ground. The crack is getting bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, there is already the thickness of an adult's arm.

A few minutes later, when the crack reached the waist size of an adult, the ground stopped shaking.

Zhou Yi tentatively walked forward a few steps. Before he could reach him, there was a low roar of a dragon coming out of the crack. Then, a seemingly unreal Golden Dragon darted out of the crack and disappeared into the air.

"Gold, golden dragon?" Zhou Yi really hoped that he was wrong.

Because this dragon represents the whole country's Qi Yun. The golden dragon is illusory, and the national fortune will wither. If you let it run like this, the country will die!