Chapter 769 Father and Son

Zhao Yin put the transmission note back into the space bracelet, slowly raised his head, and looked at the sky with a faint fluorescent light.

Without stars and moon, such a world would always make him feel a little unreal.

He was thinking about what to do next.

This is a world controlled by foreign races, and there is an extremely terrifying corpse demon god. It is different from any world Zhao Yin has ever seen before.

In the eyes of the corpse demon clan, human life is like grass, slaves and leeks.

Now that he doesn't have the Sky Demon Mask, everything will be difficult.

Whether Zhao Yin wants to obtain the world map or travel long distances, he will encounter the zombie demon clan at any time.

With his life level, it was like a wild beast suddenly broke into a civilized city, and there was no concept of environmental protection in the city. Once discovered, everyone wanted to kill him and eat his meat!

"Zhao Yin!"

Song Xiaodao came up from behind, wrapped his hands around Zhao Yin's neck, and lay on his back.

"Zhao Yin, carry me!"

Zhao Yin held her little hand and smiled: "You haven't had any rest for a few days, why don't you go to sleep?"

"Zhao Yin, I don't know why, but after I found you, as soon as I closed my eyes, I thought of my brother."

"Song Xiaojian is a corpse demon. The world where the corpse demon is located is safer than anywhere else." Zhao Yin said in a low voice.

"I know."

Song Xiaodao nodded: "But I'm just afraid. I'm afraid that if he has too much fun, he will forget to go home and forget... my sister."

On weekdays, she didn't see Song Xiaodao treating Song Xiaojian so well. She didn't expect that she cared so much about her brother.

Zhao Yin understood that even if Song Xiaojian really betrayed him, Song Xiaodao would not be able to kill him with a slave collar.

This was also the reason why Zhao Yin let Song Xiaodao contract Song Xiaojian in the first place.

This is Zhao Yin's love for Song Xiaodao and also gives her the greatest freedom.

Because no matter what happens, Zhao Yin doesn't want to make her sad for anything.

No one can be treated like this in front of Zhao Yin.

Only she, Song Xiaodao.

This little loli has been following him since the beginning of the apocalypse...

"Don't worry, if he dares to abandon you, I will take him back and let him sleep with Dahuang every day."

What Song Xiaojian fears most is rhubarb.

"Really?"

Song Xiaodao opened it, turned to Zhao Yin, and sat directly in his arms.

She took Zhao Yin's hands and hugged her small waist.

"Zhao Yin, actually...as long as I know that my brother is still alive, I will be happy. It's enough for me to have you."

"Am I more important than your brother?"

"Of course, with you, I have endless good food to eat and endless wine to drink."

"Are you staying with me just to eat?" Zhao Yin raised his hand and knocked her brains out.

Song Xiaodao covered his head: "Humph! You bullied me again!"

Zhao Yin rubbed her head hard, and Song Xiaodao laughed.

…

The ninth battlefield, the Black Armored Army Fortress.

The clone looked at the ordinary small courtyard in front of him, somewhat unbelievable that the dignified King of Scholars, his cheap father, would actually live in such a place.

"You're here!"

An old voice came: "Since you are here, come in!"

Zhao Yin asked for help. He cupped his fists and bowed to the courtyard, leaving Zhang Jie, the corpse demon behind him, to stay outside and walked into the small courtyard alone.

The world of Battlefield Ninth seems to have entered spring.

A thick old pear tree surrounded by five people took root in the courtyard and was full of snow-white pear blossoms.

An ancient old man with white hair shawl and black armor was standing under the pear tree, looking up at the flower branches.

He stood there as if he was integrated with the surrounding scenery.

There was no old man's aura in Zhao Yin's mental perception, and he could only be seen with his naked eyes.

Any king of the human race is the pillar of the entire human race.

In the entire ninth battlefield, there are only four kings on the surface.

There are three in the black-armored army and one in blue-armor!

The King of Books belongs to the black armor and has been guarding the human race for countless years.

Protecting countless human civilizations...the backer of hundreds of millions of human beings!

Zhao Yin never understood why the King of Books was being hunted down by a corrupt god in the first place after being able to protect the human race for endless years.

The biggest backer of the human race cannot even defeat a foreign corrupt god. How can the human race still exist today?

At this time, the calligrapher king looked at Zhao Yin, with a flash of ridicule in his kind eyes.

"My dear, when you see me, why don't you kneel down and call me daddy!"

Zhao Yin pondered for a moment, thinking that this body belonged to Zhang Dongliang.

It seems that recognizing one more adoptive father is nothing.

He lifted up the knee pads of the enchanted armor and knelt down respectfully. The King of Books was stunned.

"The child has met his adoptive father!"

Zhao Yin respectfully bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.

The head banged.

The King of Books was stunned on the spot, a little doubtful whether the guy in front of him was the same Zhao Yin who scolded the King in anger.

The King of Books was joking, but at this moment, an inexplicable feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

He has forgotten how many years he has lived. His whole life has been fighting for the human race.

When he was young, he once thought that the jade tree was facing the wind, and he once had a confidante... He once saw the old friends around him die one by one...

His parents, brothers and sisters had passed away countless years ago.

Nowadays, it is extremely cold at high places...

Looking at the young man in front of him, the calligrapher king suddenly felt that if he could really have such an adopted son...

Maybe it's not such a bad thing.

"Get up, you are also a leader in the world, and your future is limitless. What does it look like?"

The King of Books was impatient in his tone, but his eyes became more kind.

Zhao Yin got up and looked up at the King of Books: "Is my foster father waiting for me?"

"Don't call me foster father, call me Lao Deng!" The King of Books said angrily.

"Don't dare!" Zhao Yin said quickly, acting even better than his grandson.

The face of the scribe king became much gentler.

"They are all saying that you are my illegitimate son. I heard that any store you go to will give you a 20% discount?"

"It is the adoptive father who has worked hard to protect hundreds of millions of human beings. The adoptive father is the reborn parent of all human beings. Therefore, what they preach is not false!"

The king of calligraphers glared at Zhao Yin fiercely, but felt secretly happy in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yin was so sensible and saw things so thoroughly.

He has quite the character of his old man and his youth.

If you accept this adopted son, you will accept it!

"You came to me, but for Wang Xiaolei?" the king of books asked.

"Father, do you know where Senior Emma has gone?"

Zhao Yin asked directly without beating around the bush.

He promised Emma that he would take good care of Wang Xiaolei.

I have already made up my mind that once I find the girl who left without permission, I must teach her a lesson.

The King of Books looked at Zhao Yin seriously: "Zhao Yin, don't you know that in order to stop Emma, ​​King Cangtian and I went deep into the dream world. King Cangtian was injured, and I also narrowly escaped death?"

"I didn't come empty-handed!"

Zhao Yin waved his hand, took out three large barrels of white fruit wine, and smashed it on the ground: "I just ask my adoptive father to tell me that these fifteen hundred kilograms of extraordinary wine can prolong life, and it belongs to you, my adoptive father!"

The King of Books didn't pay attention at first, but after he saw the properties of the white fruit wine, his eyes suddenly widened.