A Million Ways To Live In A Dungeon

Following Zheng Kun, Zheng Qian quickly arrived at the destination of this trip.

Under the vast starry sky, there is a lonely villa.

The area is small, even the attic two and a half storeys, not so much a villa, but more like a homestead.

There is no soil in this world, but houses can be built, and the exposed part of the foundation is clearly visible.

What is the reason why this kind of house can survive in this kind of world? Zheng Qian can't figure it out anymore, and he doesn't bother to figure it out.

After all, the Humor Index of 0.14 makes the physical rules of the Demon God Realm extremely fragile. Even ordinary people, as long as they can ensure that they are immortal, can achieve a feat of a hundred light years in one step.

Therefore, in this kind of world, logic such as physics simply does not exist, and there is nothing reasonable or unreasonable.

The only thing that is reasonable is that existence is reasonable.

The Devil God Realm is really a convenient world.

Zheng Qian said with emotion.

"Go in." Opening the door, Zheng Kun seemed friendly, but in fact said with a three-point threat of intimidation.

Zheng Qian took a few deep breaths, tried to calm himself down, and stepped into the homestead.

Entering the door, a strong scent invaded the nasal cavity.

The room is well decorated, and to be precise, it should be luxurious.

The solid wood floor and white printed wallpaper are the first impression when you enter the door.

On the glass coffee table in front of the leather sofa, there is also a set of tea sets, which emits a faint heat.

In the small copper incense burner in the center of the coffee table, Qi Nan is burning, and the fragrance is fragrant.

On the TV, there are some variety shows from the earth.

This Yanran looks like a well-off home on the earth.

In the kitchen, there was a rustle of cooking.

"Here." Following Zheng Kun, Zheng Qian came to the living room.

A large white solid wood table is already dazzlingly filled with food.

Until then, Zheng Qian finally saw his own biological parents for the first time since he was born.

The man looks very similar to Zheng Qian, with a little white hair in his hair, but he looks very young overall, like he is in his early thirties, wearing glasses and pajamas.

The woman is slender and has a strong charm.

Wearing a red apron, she was bringing up a plate of fried meat with a sweet smile on her face.

Obviously Zheng Qian saw with perception that in the kitchen not far away, the pot was not hot, the oil was full, and it didn't move.

These meals are all created by relying on the world's extremely low rest bun index, not actually made.

What a convenient world.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back with my brother."

Zheng Kun said, arching his shoulders Zheng Qian: "Call Mom and Dad."

Zheng Qian's face was cold, and there was no sound.

Can not be called out.

How could it be called the exit?

They are the ones who throw themselves into the dungeon with their own hands.

Let me call them parents? Are you okay with your brain?

"I asked you to call your parents, are you deaf?" Zheng Kun's face turned cloudy like a book, and he whispered coldly.

Zheng Qian glanced at him, his mouth stubbornly silent.

A look that you kind of killed me.

"Toast and not eat fine wine."

Zheng Kun stretched out his fingers, and a purple divine power poured into Zheng Qian's heavenly spirit.

Zheng Qian instantly felt his whole body's intellect paralyzed, and his sense of touch seemed to be deprived.

Open your mouth to shout out the words parents.

【Notice: Notice that strong mind control has been detected. 】

Give me resistance!

[Resisting... Resistance is invalid. 】

Hold!

Zheng Qian furiously picked up all the magic elements.

It is also very peculiar.

In the Demon God Realm, Zheng Qian does not need to untie the human form to play his full strength.

A huge amount of magic element was poured into the brain, but in any case, the trace of magic element that invaded Zheng Kun's brain could not be discharged.

Zheng Qian was heartbroken and directly cut off all nerve commands, resisting Zheng Kun's mind control in the most primitive, violent and direct way.

But even so, the body is still frozen in place.

As long as the own magic is loose, the control of the mouth will be taken away by Zheng Kun, and he will be forced to say two words that are extremely insulting to Zheng Qian: parents.

Can't shout!

I will not cry even if I die.

The two forces collided fiercely in the head, and Zheng Qian's Qiqiao couldn't bear this force soon, spewing out a lot of blood like a blast, and his mouth full of teeth had long been bitten and shattered.

"Call me!"

"Hmm~"

Seeing Zheng Qian was about to be suffocated to death, his father finally raised his head and looked over.

The indifferent eyes met Zheng Qian's hostile gaze like a knife.

"Enough, Kun'er, don't force him on such trivial matters."

When Zheng Kun heard this, he withdrew the magic element from Zheng Qian's mind.

"Uh ah ah~"

Zheng Qian felt light all over, and he knelt down on one knee like a limp, and panted violently.

Under him, the blood had gathered into a pool of blood, staining the wooden floor crimson.

If this is really realistic enough, then these valuable solid wood floors are going to be scrapped, right?

But the reality is not.

In the blink of an eye, the blood disappeared.

Zheng Qian suddenly felt light.

The seven orifices that exploded, healed instantly without even noticing it.

Lifting his head, his father was looking at himself indifferently, with the corners of his mouth still slightly raised.

"A bit spine, worthy of being my son." When the father finished speaking, the chair opposite him, that is, next to Zheng Qian, unexplainably pulled away: "Sit down, since it's here, let's have a meal first."

"Humph."

Zheng Kun didn't pay much attention to Zheng Qian, and opened the adjacent seats to sit down.

After finally getting over, Zheng Qian tried to breathe a few times before stabilizing his irritable heartbeat.

After taking a look at his own pro Big Brother and his parents, he finally sat down.

"Zheng Yang, you are too harsh on your children." With the last dish, the pearl jade and white jade soup, the mother finally came to the table and said reproachfully.

Zheng Qian's father, Zheng Yang laughed and said, "How can I be harsh? Didn't I force him?"

"Don't say you are forced?"

His mother gave him a white look, and then patted Zheng Kun on the head like a reproach: "Zheng Kun, so are you. You can't be gentle with Little Brother."

Zheng Kun shrugged indifferently: "I have no relationship with him, and I have no interest in the weak. It is you who want to see him. If I decide, he would have been killed by me."

When my mother heard this, she sighed helplessly. Finally, she looked at Zheng Qian tenderly: "Sorry, they are just like this, don't worry.

Uh, what... I know that our husband and wife have done unforgivable things to you. If you ask you to call me Mom, you may not be able to accept it. You can also call my name.

My name is Wei Yin. "

Zheng Qian is not a role that can be settled with just a few soft words.

His frowning brows were not loose at all. He glanced at her coldly, didn't talk to her, and asked coldly, "Is it all right to open the door?

Pretending to be such a sweet little family, it really looks like that, huh, I'm so touched, I'm so touched to cry?

So can you just point it directly? What do you want to do when you ask me to come over? "

Zheng Yang, who was about to pick up vegetables, shook his hand slightly when he heard this.

Immediately, he retracted his chopsticks and slapped the chopsticks on the table as if angry, making a loud snap.

If Wei Yin hadn't glared at him, he might have done it, right?

But he seemed to be very taboo about Wei Yin, closed his eyes, took a long breath, adjusted his emotions, and spoke quietly.

"Are you going to be straightforward? Okay, I'll tell you straightforwardly.

I may go to [] to intercede, depending on the relationship between father and son, as long as you hand over the truth, I can save your life. "

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