The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 577 Zhuang Zhou's Memories

"Girl, look at your complexion, why is it not so good?"

Zhuang Zhou walked into the door, stroked his white beard, and looked around pretending to be relaxed.

The room in front of me is extremely elegant, and every frame is like a picture scroll, which makes people intoxicated.

Although he was just watching on purpose, he couldn't help being attracted by such a setting.

Dongfang Ning is really a strange woman.

If she hadn't let go, what would the royal family and Prince Gong's mansion look like today?
Thinking of this, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help shrinking his pupils.

He looked at Zhuang Jiang, as if he saw another person through the sleepy girl.

Because the current Zhuang Jiang is not just like Dongfang Ning back then, bringing hope and future to the royal family?

"I just fell asleep, and you came to visit. Do you think I can look good?"

Zhuang Jiang rubbed his eyes.

She had just wrapped herself in the quilt and fell asleep without knowing it.

But before he could fall asleep, Qing Yan called him up on the grounds that the old man had come.

"Hey, if you want to get rid of your narcolepsy, you must absorb all the blood in your body and fully control the twelve Buddha knives. You are still young, I am afraid..."

"Stop talking, I understand my business."

Zhuang Jiang interrupted Zhuang Zhou, her bright eyes lowered slightly.

The original drowsiness seems to have returned to calm at this moment, without any waves.

Yes, bloodline inheritance, sacred objects added to the body.

She is simply the masterpiece of the spirit clan, the hope in the hearts of the elders, she has been gifted since she was a child, far surpassing the young patriarch of the same generation.

But who cares what she thinks?

She was born as a human being, but she couldn't choose the life she wanted and the future she wanted.

This is her, the young patriarch of the Spirit Race, who is destined to move forward with hope, but always wants to escape.

She is not noble, not benevolent, does not know what a great hero is, and serves the country and the people.

Such a woman, why would she take such a path?

Maybe God, just kidding.

"Jiang'er, don't be like this. Sooner or later, you will surpass others, even your grandfather. You can put the future in your own hands."

Zhuang Zhou watched the girl's thin and slender voice, feeling very uncomfortable.

He still remembers the first time he saw this girl.

Steep cliffs, raging waterfalls.

The girl immaturely holds a pair of white jade knives, controls them, and shuttles through the turbulent flowing water.

A sacred object of the Spirit Race, the Ancient Buddha Knife.

Its sharpness is enough to cut a rare sword.

He saw that the girl's hands were covered with blood, and she often fell down because she couldn't catch the flying knife, and even because she couldn't control her direction, she scratched herself many times.

Unyielding, stubborn, even if his body is covered with bruises, he will not say a word.

Achievement, accompanied by day and night tempering, also accompanied by the supervision of close relatives, and relentless teaching.

And this person is his elder brother, the current patriarch of the Spirit Clan, and Jiang Er's grandfather.

That strength is unfathomable, and it is infinitely close to an extraordinary existence.

But even he, a virtuous younger brother, could not agree with Jiang Er's teachings.

"You don't have to persuade me, I know, I can't escape."

Holding the teacup in Yu's hand, Zhuang Jiang looked indifferent.

Rather than saying it was indifference, it was better to say it was the incomparably clear helplessness in the girl's eyes.

"You came to me today, not just to persuade me, you should relax?"

Finally, Zhuang Jiang smiled.

She looked back at Zhuang Zhou, a flash of clarity flashed across her beautiful delicate face, leaving Zhuang Zhou with nowhere to hide.

The old man sighed softly, and finally handed the letter in his arms to Zhuang Jiang.

The word "Wu Jiang" on the envelope is strong and powerful, standing like a pine tree.

(End of this chapter)