Chen Zhen was describing what he longed for, the future after Zhasha Ash died, and spoke in a fierce and fierce manner. He deliberately talked about this heavy topic with great enthusiasm and fighting spirit, because Chen Zhen didn't like that particularly heavy atmosphere, and this was the one he couldn't stand the most.

He likes to drink and likes to be drunk and dizzy, but the premise is that he must be happy.

If he is not happy enough, he would rather not drink or get drunk because he knows that if he is unhappy when drinking, he will not be drunk.

"I have no roots." Zhazhahui stared at Chen Zhen and said, interrupting Chen Zhen's ejaculation and bringing the atmosphere back to a heavy weight.

Chen Zhen lowered his arms, turned around and said, "What?"

"I have no roots." Zhazhahui said again. After saying that, he took another sip of wine. The sip of the strong wine fell into his stomach. His eyes turned red. He silently said: "I have been betraying your father... Chen Zhen, until the moment your father went upstream and killed the Dark Moon Demon Dragon, I have always been the undercover agent who was placed by the Dark Moon Demon Dragon beside your father."

"My tribe members have been massacred by humans. I hate humans very much. How could I give my sincerity to your father?"

"But when the demon dragon dies and your father disappears, I have no roots again..."

"The old followers of your father did not accept me, so I have been alone. The reason I took action to save you is to find my roots."

"I have no tribe, no friends, no sincere people. Every day I live, I am acting. When I see you, you don't know how happy I am, because I know that I have found another person who can be treated with sincerity."

"You are so similar to your father..."

Chen Zhen sat quietly beside Zhazhahui, listening quietly to Zhazhahui's nagging. This nagging seemed like a kind of rebirth, and it seemed like the old man was explaining his funeral to his younger generation. Chen Zhen listened carefully, for fear of missing a word.

Zhazhahui naturally talked to Chen Zhen about his father, such as how Chen Zhen’s father killed the Dark Moon Demon Dragon back then, and how suddenly he disappeared...

For example, how did Chen Zhen’s father give orders to all his old followers to protect Chen Zhen after he disappeared...

For example, how did Chen Zhen’s father’s old followers work hard to find Chen Zhen’s whereabouts…

How did they secretly monitor and protect Chen Zhen? Before Chen Zhen was 15 years old, Chen Zhen's father, Mr. Wang's old followers, resisted 851 assassinations for him. How could Chen Zhen know about these?

Chen Zhen can understand that he has an awesome father, but this father is missing.

So the awesome subordinates of this awesome father followed his awesome father's orders and kept secretly protecting Chen Zhen until he was about to become an adult.

"Child, I don't know much, I don't hide it at all, I'll tell you all." Zhazha Ash raised his head, drank all the wine in the pot, and then threw the pot down the mountain.

He sat there wither, raised his arms and sang a small song. It was the song of the Ghost Humans. It sounded very resentful. After singing, Zhazha Ash patted Chen Zhen’s shoulder and said, “Brother.” After that, he stopped moving.

The chat has been over, and it may not have been over. In short, everything that Zhazha Ai has finished, and he is dead.

"Damn it, don't scare me!" Chen Zhen shivered all over. He felt that this trash... was he really here to choose a cemetery?!

Chen Zhen stretched out his finger and looked at the breath of Zhazha Ash. It was gone, and he just fell.

It was not until this time that Chen Zhen realized that Zhazhahui was not joking with him. He was really dead. He found a home for himself. It was not good or bad. He lived a free and unrestrained life, but he was lonely after all.

Chen Zhen believes that he is already very satisfied to find a home before dying.

The death was gone, but Chen Zhen didn't know why, but suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He lowered his head and pursed his lips, tears falling down, and he couldn't stop it. He didn't know why he was so sad.

He just sat next to Zhazhahui, crying harder and louder the more he cried...

...

After almost crying, Chen Zhen felt relaxed all over. He returned to the castle as if nothing had happened. His leaders surrounded him. Haska walked over and asked, "Lord, where are the senior ashes?"

"He..." Chen Zhen spread his hands and said, "He's dead."

"Hang?!" Haska widened his eyes.

Chen Zhen nodded and said lightly: "I'm dead. In order to protect me, he fought with the Demon Dragon servant. His lifespan was exhausted, but I think he should have lived enough and had no living life anymore, so he set his lifespan today."

"I would have the ability. If I could decide when I die, how free and easy it would be to say... "

The leaders all sighed. Such a powerful strong man would die if he said he had fallen.

Haska felt very sorry. He originally thought that if a 9th-level full-level strongman joined the random castle, the random castle would soar into the sky! But he died less than an hour after joining. Haska said to Chen Zhen a pity, "Lord, so... another hero quota in my castle is free."

Chen Zhen glanced at Haska, stepped forward, raised his arms and shouted, "Everyone listen to the work in his hands! I'll just say a few words in vernacular!"

"Zhazha Ash, my elder brother, joined the random castle and became the ninth hero of the random castle." Chen Zhenling raised his eyes and shouted loudly: "It's true if he dies! He will always be! The ninth hero is Zhazha Ash, and this position will always be given - Damn!"

Before Chen Zhen finished speaking, a knife suddenly flew over from Shitou Mountain in the east of the city. It was the fire knife of the ashes.

The knife was inserted straight into the land in front of Chen Zhen, and the whole body was filled with a scarlet light.

Chen Zhen wondered, why did this knife fly by itself? Could it be that the ashes are not dead?

At this moment, Old Dean came in through the city gate. Seeing so many people surrounding the city gate, he shouted loudly: "What's wrong? Why are so many people surrounding here?" Hearing Old Dean's words, Chen Zhen quickly turned around and waved, "Old man, you're here just right. Come and see what's going on? This is?"

Old Dean pushed away the crowd and saw the fire sword stuck on the ground. His eyes lit up and exclaimed: "Shura Ghost Sword!"

The onlookers all looked at Old Dean, but they had never heard of such a knife.

Old Dean came to the Shura Ghost Sword, and a greed appeared in his eyes. He reached out and held the hilt of the knife. Unfortunately, the knife did not move at all. He looked dim and smiled bitterly: "I actually had such greed..."
Chapter completed!