Traveling Through the Stars

Xue Zhijiao was stunned for a moment, not understanding what this meant.

Xue Changrong also didn't understand. The life of the lower class people was not something that a young master from aristocratic families could understand.

It can be said that with the Xue family's family background, no one dares to talk to him like this.

"What?" Xue Zhijiao asked.

Uncle Xue explained: "If you don't have the life of a young master, you still want to live the life of a young master. You must be tired of living!"

Chang Xue was sullen. The old family head Xue and Father Xue, who had just entered the living room from the yard, almost pouted when they heard this. What kind of bitch dared to belittle his son, Father Xue's younger brother, like this.

Father Xue took a deep breath, walked over, and said to Uncle Xue seriously: "You are the young master of our family."

Mr. Xue, the head of the family, sat next to him and said to his youngest son: "We are going home. We don't want to think about this anymore. The fruit your nephew cut for you will be your true young master from now on. Some people are mean and not worth mentioning."

After the old family head Xue said this, he looked at his eldest son and the younger generation. There was no need to ask. The children who left their family lived a normal life. As they grew older, their children became less filial.

Uncle Xue is back, and we are done with him.

According to the temper of the Xue family, there is no choice but to retaliate. Uncle Xue obviously has no intention of doing so.

If you keep entangled, you will never be able to get rid of it.

This was not the case in major aristocratic families in the past. The child came back and was heartbroken. If you wanted to make a clean break, it was best to ignore it and restore the magnanimity of a child of the aristocratic family.

However, Uncle Xue's eyes were misty, and he was causing trouble for his father and elder brother, saying, "If I don't coax my children, they won't support me in my old age, and I won't be tired of living."

Damn it, Patriarch Xue cursed secretly, without Father Xue and Chang Xue opening their mouths.

The head of the Xue family said angrily: "Your father, I will provide for you in your old age. Don't worry, I can live at least five hundred years. If my combat power is upgraded one level, my life span will be extended. I can survive your grandson to death, but I can't support you." "Old?"

Uncle Xue seemed to have lost his mind and forgot about the long lifespan of the Thunder Flame warriors. He counted his fingers blankly and found that his father would live to be at least five hundred years old. As long as his combat power was increased by one level, his lifespan could even be extended.

Could this... be able to outlast his grandson?

Uncle Xue is a little confused. He is worried that no one will provide for him in old age. His life span will no longer be long from the moment his strong gene collapses. He has no confidence since then.

Xue Changruo pushed Xue Zhijiao, stood up and walked out of the living room.

Patriarch Xue glanced at his youngest son and asked him to count. He didn't believe it yet. He couldn't survive those grandsons. From now on, he would work hard and he couldn't die for his youngest son.

Xue Zhijiao came closer and said to Uncle Xue: "I will provide for you in your old age from now on."

Uncle Xue lowered his head: "I can't even count on my own children."

Xue Zhijiao: "······"

The Xue family all understood that they were deeply hurt by their children and did not believe in family ties at all. Patriarch Xue had been through a lot and was still able to hold his own, until Uncle Xue took the fruit to eat, his hands were shaking and he couldn't hold it, and the fruit fell to the ground.

Uncle Xue was stunned. The old master of the Xue family had broken his guard. His son shouldn't have aged so fast.

He devoted himself to his children, and when he got old, he no longer wanted his son.

What a bastard!

Xue Zhijiao and others were about to pick it up, but the old family leader Xue stopped him: "No, I will take care of my son. I will take care of him when he is old. Some bastards thought that no one wanted the son I raised since he was a child."

Patriarch Xue stood up and picked up the fruits on the ground.