Chapter 621 (1/2)

”Brother Zhuo, you are welcome. You can lead the way.” With a faint smile, an Sudong put his hands behind his back and followed Zhuo Qingyun forward.

It's not rare to treat an Suo Dong warmly when I come to Zhuo's home this time. However, looking at Zhuo Dong's accomplishments, I don't think the spiritual world is as severe as I imagined.

There must be experts in the spirit world, but more of the aborigines' accomplishments are still not enough to transform the spirit. It's not that they really don't have the slightest advantage in this spirit world.

However, the most troublesome thing for an Sudong now is that his mobile phone has no signal and can't communicate with fairyland. This will cut off an Sudong's biggest source of materials. It's like you have a golden mountain nearby. Suddenly you find that the golden mountain is actually a mirage projection. You can see it but you can't touch it. It's very maddening.

Now, in general, an Sudong felt like this. He was almost destitute when he came to the spirit world, and his biggest dependence was also out of order. He was really helpless. He had to understand the spirit world first, and then find a way to connect with the immortals in the group again.

Just arriving at Zhuo's house, the atmosphere inside the door is dignified. The servant girl in charge of the house looks strange. She salutes Zhuo Qingyun and leaves in a hurry.

”Brother Zhuo, the atmosphere in your family is not right.” Looking around, an said that the architectural style here seems to be the style of ancient China.

Zhuo Qingyun looked at several servants passing by, looked up at the closed door of the main hall, and said: ”brother an, I may get angry when I go in for a while. I think I'll make you laugh.”

”Well?” But he didn't say much. When he went to Zhuo's house, he mainly wanted to learn about the spirit world through Zhuo's house. As for what happened to Zhuo's house, he still needed to weigh whether he could help. Once there was an old monster in the house, he rashly stood up and was not killed.

There were five people sitting in the lobby and a young girl standing in the lobby. An Su Dong thought he knew many beautiful women on the earth, but after seeing them, his eyes were bright. His eyes were full of autumn water and his skin was full of moon god. He looked 18 or 19 years old and had excellent demeanor.

It's just that the girl's face is cold, like an iceberg. She's easy to be a stranger and doesn't dare to approach.

In addition to the girl, there was a young man standing at the door with an aggrieved face. He was fifteen or sixteen years old and thin. He held his hands tightly together and trembled all over.

A young man stood up and said with a smile: ”cousin zhuohan, you see, you are not in good health. Why do you have to run here? Don't be tired. Let's go. I'll take you back to your room to have a rest.”

”The admission quota of Longhu college is mine!” Zhuo Han summoned up courage, looked up straight at the young man in front of him. This young man is Zhuo Wangjiang, Zhuo Han's cousin. The four men sitting with him are all family members. They are Grandfather Zhuo Quan, and below are Zhuo Quan's three sons, one of whom is Zhuo Wangjiang's father.

Today, they gathered together. Naturally, they didn't come out to drink tea. It's just for the quota allocation of Longhu college. Originally, Zhuo Qingyun worked hard to get the quota for Zhuo Han, but now Zhuo Qingyun is not at home. Zhuo Han is a waste. They didn't pay attention to it and arranged Zhuo Wangjiang without authorization.

Don't say they look down upon Zhuo Han, even feiling'er, a cold girl standing in the hall, is disdainful. Compared with Zhuo Han's accomplishments in the foundation period, Zhuo Wangjiang's accomplishments in the middle of jiedan are much better.

”My father fought for this quota. Why don't you let my cousin go instead of me?” Zhuo Han clenched his fist and roared.

”I don't know what to do!” Zhuo Quan frowned slightly, and gave Zhuo Wangjiang a wink. Outsiders are at home, so big or small, it's time to fight!

Zhuo looks at Jiangyin and smiles coldly. He presses Zhuo Han's shoulder with one hand and hits Zhuo Han's abdomen with one fist.

”Wow

Zhuo Han only has the cultivation of the foundation period. He can't bear the attack of Zhuo Wangjiang in the middle period of jiedan. He staggers to the ground and spits out a mouthful of blood in pain.