People plant sunflowers in Douluo

Chapter 232

"Well, this is me, what's the matter?" An old voice came from the mouth of the old man lying on the hospital bed, and he opened his cloudy eyes.

At the first glance, he saw his most beloved youngest son looking at him worriedly.

"Father, you have finally woken up. During this time, I really miss you..." Tears mixed with cries, and the seventh prince, Levink, threw himself into the arms of the old king.

Feeling the weight on his body, the old king gradually recalled what happened during this period.

In fact, he is not in a coma all the time, and there will be a little sober time in the middle. Although it is equivalent to a semi-captive state, he will become a spirit when he grows old.

"Oh, my poor son, I've been suffering for you for a while, how did you cure me?" The old king patted the Seventh Prince's shoulder, and it took him a long time to speak.

While diverting his attention to stop him from being sad, the old king was indeed a little curious.

He used all means to ascend to the throne back then, so he naturally knew that such a thing as falling ill would be strictly guarded against, and he would never wake up so easily.

The Seventh Prince raised his head and looked at Zhang Wei for help, as if asking if he should tell the truth.

"Your Majesty, this is thanks to His Majesty Poison Douluo. If it wasn't for him, you might not survive two months." Zhang Wei's tone seemed polite, but it was full of some kind of evil.

The old king didn't seem flustered when he heard his original date of death, and returned to normal after his body froze: "What about now? I don't believe I'm completely healed."

He knew his body well, if he was fine all the time, he might die peacefully like this, but if he got seriously ill once, he might die suddenly on the spot.

Zhang Wei smiled slightly: "You used to have a good month to live, but it's a pity that there are traitors, and now even the most proficient in medicine in the world, Poison Douluo Mian, can only give you two weeks of vitality."

"Two weeks? It's enough." The old king was a little melancholy, finally sighed, made up his mind, and looked up at Zhang Wei.

Young, gentle, with a faint gleam in his eyes, such a talent, if he was young, he would definitely be reused by his side.

If he is old, he will definitely find a way to kill him, but when he is about to die, somehow, there is hope that there will be more such people.

"Although you didn't introduce yourself, but you are still so young to be able to get acquainted with Poison Douluo, I believe it is the legendary city of C'Thun City, Zhang Wei.

Sure enough, a hero is a boy. When I was your age, I was still chasing the shadow of a hero. "The old king looked at Zhang Wei in admiration.

Zhang Wei smiled shyly, the old man sometimes likes to praise people like this, and he was used to it before.

"Ahem, I won't ask Kerr what agreement he has reached with you, but as the lord of a country, I think I still have some power.

City Lord Zhang, I see that you are young and mature, and you have the ambition to rise to the sky. How about this, I will let Kerr make you a foster father, I hope you will not refuse. "

The old king patted his son's head and said something that shocked him.

The twitching corners of his mouth expressed Zhang Wei's truest thoughts at this time, and he asked inexplicably: "You are already awake, and you can naturally set things right later, so why do you have to do this?"

The old king shook his head: "Two weeks is not enough, you will soon understand the specific answer, now I can trust only you, the city lord."

A heavy sense of trust came, but Zhang Wei forgot it the next moment. This kind of talk was exactly the same as those scumbags and pua girls. Whoever believes is a fool.

"Hehehe, then I may be a little ashamed of my trust in His Majesty the King. I am only the lord of a city, so what can I do?" Zhang Wei belittled himself a little.

However, the old king did not allow him to refuse: "That's the deal, Kerr, come and kowtow three times to your adoptive father, we will take care of this matter now."

Although he had just woken up, the old king also showed a vigorous attitude.

Zhang Wei just watched Levink really kowtow, and only one thought flashed in his mind: Why does the Levin family say they recognize their adoptive father as soon as they come?

Nodding in satisfaction, the old king said reminiscently: "My ancestor Liewen recognized his adoptive father with Emperor Tiandou back then, fought for his whole life, and had to seal this land.

I am old now, but you are different, Kerr. After all, you took the Barak Palace to a new height. Unfortunately, I will never see that day again. "

Only then did Zhang Weicai realize that it was an old tradition.

Listening to his father's exhortations that seemed to be on his deathbed, Levink couldn't hold back his sad mood again, and the father and son hugged each other again.

"Hey, don't think too much, Your Majesty, you just woke up, you'd better rest for one more day, if there's anything else, we'll solve it tomorrow."

Seeing other people's father and son holding hands and looking at tears, Zhang Wei always felt that he was redundant here, no wonder Dugu Bo slipped away early.

The old king nodded, and Zhang Wei left the palace just like that. As for the people outside, except those traitors, the rest came to their senses.

Dugu Bo didn't directly use strong medicine this time, so no one died suddenly on the spot. Only then did Zhang Wei understand why the leader was able to escape.

Of course, the leader escaped, and the matter would not end so simply. On the contrary, starting from this moment, a real big change is about to begin.

Neither the third prince nor the fifth prince came over, even if they knew that their father had woken up, they expressed their attitude.

The evil soul master's plan succeeded in the end, and the Barak Kingdom will definitely fall into civil strife in the future, and Zhang Wei also needs to pull out a powerful force to deal with it.

Outside the palace gate, Zhang Wei didn't get in the carriage, and planned to use the journey back to think about his future plans, especially the part related to the God Realm.

An ordinary-looking carriage with no decoration on the outside stopped in front of him.

The groom sitting in front of the carriage raised his head, revealing the face hidden in the shadows: "Dear Your Excellency, do you need a ride?"

"You are blocked in front of you, then sit down." Zhang Wei was taken aback, felt the familiar atmosphere again, and nodded easily.

In the car, different from the ordinary ones outside, precious leather jackets were laid out as carpets, and a lamp of whale oil extracted from sea spirit beasts was burning slowly.

The smell of spices in the air makes people feel more peaceful.

Of course, none of this compares to the man sitting on the seat, Third Prince Lie Wenyan.

Lie Wenyan looked at Zhang Wei with a smile: "My lord, my father should have woken up, right?"

Nodding, Zhang Wei didn't look stiff, and sat directly on the right side of the third prince. There was no such thing as a sitting position, and he almost didn't lie in the carriage.

Lie Wenyan heard the other party muttering to himself: "As expected of a prodigal son, rich people can really do whatever they want."

The third prince, who had almost lost his achievements, maintained his personality, maintaining the appearance of a virtuous corporal: "That's great, this can make me make up my mind.

City Lord Zhang, Kesuenhe, the position of prince, three thousand beauties, or ten thousand taels of gold, you name it, I can give it all. "

"Then what if I want this country?" Zhang Wei raised his eyes lazily and asked jokingly.

For a moment, the entire carriage became extremely silent, and no one spoke. The third prince just looked at Zhang Wei quietly, as if he was judging the truth of what he said.

(End of this chapter)