Fast time travel: the abuse of scum

Chapter 195 The Father of the End Times 49
Wen Chun has been very obedient during this time...

Just like she was imprisoned by that man back then.

In other words, it is good to have experience...

But this is not something to be proud of...

Everything is going according to what Wen Chun wants.

Maybe this time...

Wen Chun was sitting obediently on the stool at this moment.

In front of him is a floor-to-ceiling large mirror, surrounded by complicated patterns, which looks retro and valuable.

I don't know where Tang and Song found this kind of thing.

Tang Song is combing Wen Chun's hair behind Wen Chun.

Taking care of it bit by bit...

Ever since Wen Chun woke up, Tang and Song would come out like this every day.

If it wasn't for the fact that after Tang Song left, Wen Chun insinuated words from the mouth of the person who took care of her, and learned that Tang Song's current situation is not so good.

I'm afraid she really felt that the leader of the Tang and Song Dynasties was as stable as a mountain.

After all, Tang Song would definitely help her comb her hair every morning, and after all, he would hug her to sleep every night.

And extremely punctual, as if he was free every day.

"Little ancestor, your hair is really nice..." Tang Song followed Wen Chun's hair and looked at the two reflected in the mirror fascinatedly.

Men are gentle and affectionate, women are docile.

They all have picturesque features...

Taking a closer look, there seems to be some similarities between the two.

Probably holding the hand of the son, and growing old with the son is like this...

In the morning, a man combs a woman's hair, draws her eyebrows, paints her lips...

This is also the life he wants.

Wen Chun remained silent, staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

"Well..." Tang Song hugged Wen Chun nonchalantly, gently placed his chin on Wen Chun's head, and looked at the mirror with a smile, "It's so good..."

"I really want to keep going like this..."

Tang Song's suddenly restrained smile dimmed his peach blossom eyes, and then he smiled again.

"I still have things to deal with, I have to go first."

After Tang Song finished speaking, he kissed Wen Chun's head lightly before reluctantly letting go and leaving.

He has to deal with what needs to be dealt with.

In order to spend more time with his little ancestor, he must handle it well.

Recently it was found that Zhuang Yan was not dead...

Tang Song narrowed his eyes and turned gloomy, so frightened that the entourage beside him didn't dare to breathe out.

And they also set up a base outside, known as "Thunder".If he hadn't been busy with so many things right now, he would have killed the other party long ago.

Absolutely can't let the other party become a climate.

Zhuang Yan must die...

Wen Chun, who was still in the room, stretched out her arms obediently and asked the caregivers to give her an unknown medicine.

This potion can suppress the energy in her body, making her unable to lift a trace of energy.

But that's just before...

Now she feels that she has a drug resistance...

After a few days, the body will completely metabolize it.

Wen Chun silently watched the light blue liquid slowly injecting into her body, without saying a word.

She just needs to wait now, for the weakness on her body to dissipate.

When Tang Song thought she was still under the effect of the medicine, but in fact she had already worn off the medicine, that was her chance.

All she has to do now is to be patient, like a seasoned hunter, and hit the target!
What Wen Chun didn't expect was that that day would come soon...

Tang Song didn't bother to find Zhuang Yan, but Zhuang Yan came to him.

Zhuang Yan finally became the overlord of the generation...

Obviously, Zhuang Yan in Wen Chun's impression is still so simple and honest and slightly stupid...

But what I have to say is that what Wen Chun sees now is the real overlord.

It was really embarrassing when the two met.

On that day, the two sides confronted each other.

Tang and Song Dynasties are still wearing white coats and gold-rimmed glasses as standard.

His face was gentle and elegant, and he looked like a polite scumbag.

On the other hand, Zhuang Yan looked wild and domineering.

"Long time no see." Tang Song greeted with a smile.

"Professor Tang." Zhuang Yan almost burst out the words one by one.

Contains great hatred.

"I didn't expect you to grow to this level in just a few months." Tang Song said, shaking his head with regret, "I shouldn't have hesitated at the beginning."

"You shouldn't hesitate." Zhuang Yan's eyes were red and his fists were clenched tightly, "When you let me escape, you should have thought that such a day would come."

"Now, the day has come."

Following Zhuang Yan's last word "Le", an astonishing aura erupted from his whole body.

And Zhuang Yan's move was also like a fuse.The two parties quickly fought each other.

As soon as Zhuang Yan stretched out his hand, a cloud of thunder came and struck towards Tang Song.

Tang and Song retreated extremely quickly, white clothes fluttering in the air...

But not long after, the white clothes were turned black by the lightning.

During this confrontation, Tang Song's pupils suddenly shrank. The gap between him and his opponent was huge...

What followed immediately was a deep sense of dissatisfaction...

What kind of opportunity does the other party have to be able to reach the sixth level now!

One must know that he is only at the peak of the fifth level...

Originally, mental abilities were not as good as thunder abilities in terms of combat effectiveness, but now they are suppressed by levels.

Soon Tang Song was injured.

His white coat was already scorched black, and his body was also stained with blood.

Even the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose had a broken lens.

After the two fought against each other, Tang Song knelt on one knee to support his body, and the blood on his forehead flowed down his cheeks.

Gliding across the eyes, blurring the front of the eyelids.

"Hoo hoo hoo..." Tang Song panted with difficulty, looking around at the surrounding situation.

But it is a pity that almost all of his people are dead, only a few are still struggling under the siege.

Looking back, Tang Song looked up at Zhuang Yan.

Then he smiled wryly: "I seem to be losing..."

"Why..." Zhuang Yan roared with red eyes, "Why!"

"Why did you attack us!"

"Why did you kill Wang Yi!"

Zhuang Yan roared, but tears flowed from his eyes.

He spoke again, but his voice became lower: "Since you want to kill us, why did you save me in the first place..."

"I really want to follow you all the time..."

"But...why!"

"Ha...fufu..." Tang Song stood up staggeringly, reached out and took off the broken eyes and threw them away.

Then he ignored the blood that had already flowed down his face to his chin.

Peach blossom eyes slightly curved, revealing a smile.

Just like Zhuang Yan's gentle smile when he met Tang Song for the first time that day.

"Why……"

"Win the king and lose the bandit." Tang Song didn't answer Zhuang Yan's words, but just looked at him indifferently.

Losing is losing, and he can still play in Tang and Song Dynasties.

It's just, just the little ancestor...

"I only ask you one thing." Tang Song tried his best to show a gentle smile, "Don't hurt the little ancestor."

"She doesn't know anything."

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