I blame the system for licking dogs

Liu Zhengzheng looked at the man approaching calmly, and couldn't help but feel a trace of panic in his heart.

For a moment, he didn't know where this panic came from. Seeing Jiang Qiancao's eyes became even more flustered, he naturally stood between the man and Jiang Qiancao.

"Xiao Zheng, I am your Uncle Jiang. If you have not lost your memory, you will definitely remember me." Jiang Ya spoke like an elder he had not seen for a long time.

Liu Zhengjing clenched his fists and said nothing, just staring at the man in front of him.

How could he say such words in such a calm tone, as if he had never left in the past nineteen years?

Liu Zhengjing knew where the panic in his heart came from.

He and Jiang Asakusa have always had a natural and inseparable position. We are relatives who depend on each other for life in this world. Our parents were killed by the same enemy.

He enjoyed Jiang Asakusa's dependence as a matter of course, and never thought about the basis for the existence of this dependence.

But now that Jiang Ya is still alive, what does it mean?

It means that the foundation of their common hatred has been shaken.

In fact, for Liu Zhengjing, Liu Sangeng and Hua Wuyan are not his psychological biological parents after all, and the hatred comes more from that responsibility.

But Jiang Qiancao is different. Her memory has never been cut off. Her life has been changed due to an accident nineteen years ago. She became an orphan who lost her parents and had to rely on her grandfather to grow up in that cold compound.

Yes, his panic came from Jiang Qiancao. If he couldn't accept it, then what about Jiang Qiancao.

He turned back to look at Jiang Qiancao. Jiang Qiancao's eyes were filled with mist, but his expression was cold.

Liu Zhengjing turned to look at Jiang Ya, "Uncle Jiang died nineteen years ago."

Jiang Ya didn't care about Liu Zhengjing's hostility and looked around Liu Zhengjing, "Xiaocao, dad is back."

Jiang Qiancao took a deep breath and said, "Brother, let's go."

Liu Zhengzheng nodded, walked over silently, took Jiang Qancao's cold little hand, and walked away.

Zhou Yiyao, Xiao Qiao, and Hu Zhe couldn't understand the situation in front of them, so they had to follow them.

"Xiaocao... you are a smart boy. If I am not dead, will you still be the same as before?" Jiang Ya's voice came to mind from behind.

Liu Zhengzheng noticed that the little hand in his hand was shaking slightly, so he held it firmly and pulled Jiang Qancao forward.

"Why didn't I die? Why did Liu Sangeng and the others die? Where have I been all these years?" Jiang Ya's words kept ringing behind him, stabbing Jiang Qancao with knives.

Jiang Qiancao suddenly turned around and shouted hysterically: "Stop talking! You are already dead, why do you still show up?"

Liu Zhengzheng has never seen Jiang Qiancao like this. Although she is often funny, like an elusive little green tea, he knows that it is her protective color. This weak and grass-like girl has always been as tenacious and as strong as a weed.

Tenacity.

But now Jiang Asakusa collapsed.

Liu Zhengzheng became angry and pulled out the musical instrument box from his back. The musical instrument box burst into pieces, and he flashed like an angry lion and charged towards Jiang Ya.

Nineteen years ago, Jiang Qian was a low-grade martial artist. Even if his talent was not good, now he must be at least a high-grade martial artist, worthy of his full strength. Now he really wants to beat him up.

A gray figure met Liu Zhengjing, and in the sudden collision, the air waves spread outward with the two colliding figures as the center, rolling up the loess on the ground, and setting off a circle of yellow wind on the earth.

Zhou Yiyao and Hu Zhe were ready to attack at any time, and Xiao Qiao also held a musical instrument box in his hand.

The dust dispersed, and Jiang Sheng's old figure was revealed. He looked down at his old hand, and there was a purple mark on it, which was a little surprising.

Then he looked at Liu Zhengjing, who was pushed back several meters by him, and opened his mouth with a complicated expression. Finally he sighed, "Uncle, they are women after all. Can we let them chat for a while?"

Liu Zhengjing tightened his grip on the torture stick and looked back at Jiang Qancao.

Jiang Qancao stepped forward and took Liu Zhengjing's other hand, "Brother, you are the only relative I have."

When Jiang Ya saw this scene, he quickly said: "Xiaocao, give me a chance to explain."

Jiang Qiancao turned a deaf ear and took Liu Zhengjing away.

"Xiaocao, I had my own difficulties back then. I was almost killed by your grandfather back then."

Jiang Asakusa is still walking forward.

"Do you think Liu Zhengjing will still treat you like he did before? He must have guessed that it was the leader and I who jointly deceived Liu Sangen back then. I have always been the leader's man."

Jiang Qancao paused and stopped, but did not dare to look back.

The bloody reality has to be faced.

"Back then, the leader found a substitute and gave him my face."

"Liu Sangeng didn't have to die back then."

"From this point of view, this is a kind of betrayal."

"No matter how nice you are to him, it can't change the fact that you are my daughter."

Liu Zhengjing said softly, "It has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Qancao continued to pull Liu Zhengjing forward.

"Xiaocao, I have been paying attention to you these years, and I have been silently watching you grow up. It's just that your grandpa treats you too seriously and I can't get close."

"I have figured out a lot as I have grown older over the years. I was wrong. Can you give me a chance to repent? Let me make up for these years."

There was a hint of excitement in Jiang Ya's voice, as if he was expressing his true feelings.

Jiang Qiancao stopped again, turned around and looked at Jiang Ya angrily, "Where is my mother? So she is just a victim?"

Jiang Ya dodged Jiang Qancao's gaze, "She sacrificed her life for our cause, and she deserved her death."

"Shameless." Jiang Qancao turned around and left.

"Xiaocao, look at Liu Zhengjing, that Xiao Qiao is the flower envoy of the Hundred Flowers Club and will be the flower concubine in the future. How about you, do you want to be a pitiful vase next to him?"

"His sister is a goddess in the Goddess State, right? He likes his sister, right? Who do you think you are?"

"Come to me, and I will make you strong so that you will not lose to any woman!"