Under One Person: Beginning of the Wang Family Young Master

The old man was very happy.

Standing in front of the Wang family mansion, Wang Quan's mood was very complicated.

He was a time traveler. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person. He just liked to read comics, especially "Under One Person".

Unexpectedly, he died suddenly due to overtime work.

However, it is a pity that he actually traveled to the Wang family. You know, eight out of ten people who read comics hate the Wang family.

Especially Wang Bing, just eating the spirit of the national player Wang Zizhong, is an unforgivable crime.

However, it should be said that the Wang family really dotes on the next generation. If the children want the moon, they will not give them the stars.

So, Wang Quan fell.

Of course, he still had some conscience. He would beat his brother every day when he had nothing to do, and he almost trained his brother to be a golden bell.

Over the past twenty years, he almost forgot what he looked like in his previous life.

Just as he was thinking about it, an old man with white eyebrows and hair suddenly ran out, followed by the housekeeper.

"My dear grandson, you are finally back. I missed you so much."

Yes, this old man is Wang Quan's great grandfather, the head of the Wang family, old man Wang Ai.

Seeing that he came out in person, Wang Quan smiled and opened the car door and walked out. It's not about what kind of person this man is, but he really treats him well.

"Grandpa." He smiled and greeted him, and hugged the old man.

"Oh, why do you feel thinner? Come on, Grandpa just asked the kitchen to prepare food, come back with me and chat for a while."

As he said that, Wang Ai pulled Wang Quan's hand and walked inside, forgetting that there was a great-grandson like Wang Bing.

The housekeeper smiled softly, turned around and called a servant from the mansion, "Go, follow the second young master, be careful not to cause any trouble."

Otherwise you will be beaten.

Of course, he didn't say the last sentence, the master's family was not something he could discuss, let alone a servant.

"Yes." The servant agreed and rushed out, he was really afraid of being late.

Maybe the master would get into trouble now.

Here, Wang Quan followed old man Wang Ai to the restaurant. The grandfather and grandson walked and talked, and there were no servants around.

Even the housekeeper withdrew tactfully.

"My dear grandson, where did you go this time? Did you see anything new? Tell me about it." Wang Ai held Wang Quan's hand, and the kindness in his eyes seemed to be overflowing.

Wang Quan smiled and took out a yellow ball from his pocket, "Grandpa, you're right, I really got something good this time."

"Oh?" Wang Ai took it and looked at it curiously, but he didn't understand it.

"Try injecting Qi into it." Wang Quan looked at the old man's childish look and couldn't help laughing again.

When he heard about injecting Qi, Wang Ai's eyes lit up, "Is this a magic weapon?"

As he said, he had already injected Qi into it, and a thread-bound book appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground. He was caught in his hand with quick eyes and hands.

Wang Ai glanced at the title of the book and was stunned. He looked at his great-grandson in disbelief, "Is this...really?"

"Really." Wang Quan nodded affirmatively.

It should be said that Lao Ma is really kind. If you get along well with him, he is really honest and will give you whatever you want.

It's just that this person doesn't know how to do things, otherwise he really wants to settle down in Biyou Village.

Wang Ai looked around carefully, and when he saw no one, he asked in a low voice: "Where did you come from?"

"This time, I went to the southwest. I heard that a new Jiejiao had emerged in Liupanshui. I wondered who was so arrogant and dared to take this name, so I went to take a look."

"Then I went to a place called Biyou Village and fought with their village chief, who was the leader of the new Jiejiao."

"Later, I stayed in Biyou Village. This is what the village chief Ma gave me."

Wang Quan briefly explained it, and mentioned the life story of the village chief Ma.

"The descendant of the thirty-six thieves." Wang Ai nodded, smiled, put the book back into the swallowing bag, and threw it back to Wang Quan.

"Grandpa?" Wang Quan looked at him in confusion.

"Hehe, this thing is useless to me, old man. Anyway, it's for you and your brother. Why don't you keep it and give it to your brother when you think he can practice it."

Wang Ai grinned, which made Wang Quan feel warm.

"Okay, I'll keep it first." After Wang Quan finished speaking, he took out another swallowing capsule and released a Ruhua from it.

"What is this?" Wang Ai looked at the divine machine in front of him in surprise, and couldn't see it for a moment.

Come up with the reason, and this aesthetic...

As the only famous and large sect of the Danqing School, Wang Ai is the head of the Wang family. His attainments in painting are naturally extraordinary, and his aesthetics are even more bizarre.

Just looking at this thing in front of him, he wanted to smash it.

It's too ugly!

Wang Quan laughed dryly, "Don't get me wrong, this one was made by Village Chief Ma. If you don't like it, I'll change it for you tomorrow."

He then directed Ruhua to walk around the yard, and then somersault, lift a strange stone or something.

"Grandpa, look, this is the creation of the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements, and it can even combine the abilities of aliens to create an alien army!"

When Wang Quan said this, Wang Ai's eyes widened. He has lived for so long that he has even seen things like the Soul-Binding and General-Sending.

But as the same eight strange skills, in his opinion, the Divine Machine Hundred Refinements is much more evil than the Soul-Binding and General-Sending.

The spirit-capturing and general-dispatching can only capture a few souls in the world, but this divine machine, Ruhua alone, can slap the face of all the weapon refiners in the world!

Even the most prestigious Wuhou School divine machine, I am afraid it can't do this.

"Good, good, good!" The old man said three times in a row, and patted Wang Quan's palm heavily, and there seemed to be a little crystal in his eyes.

"Okay, now, even if I, an old man, am gone, my good great-grandson will not be bullied."

Wang Quan waved his hands hurriedly, "Grandpa, what are you talking about? My second son and I haven't even found a partner, and we haven't decided on the major events in life. I'm counting on you to take care of my children in the future."

This made Wang Ai laugh repeatedly, "Okay, then I will live a few more years, and you should also show your strength and bring me a precious great-grandson's wife as soon as possible."

"Okay!"

After accepting Ruhua, Wang Quan followed his old man to the restaurant. At this moment, the table was already full of dishes.

Half vegetarian and half meat, with good color, aroma and taste, Wang Quan's stomach was full of gluttony.

"Oh, I haven't eaten home-cooked food for a long time." Wang Quan smiled and took a bowl of rice from the servant.

"Who told you to leave home with your master after junior high school? I can only see you every New Year. Alas, I don't know how many times I can see you in the future."

The old man lowered his eyebrows and muttered, and I don't know who he was flirting with.

Wang Quan just smiled awkwardly and didn't dare to talk.

It was a long time ago.