Chapter 394 (1/2)
”I'm not your son. Please let me go and let me go up the mountain.”
Zhang Zifan was a little angry, but when he wanted to pull his hand back, he found that the old man's strength was so great that he could not pull his hand out of the old man's hand no matter how he could break free.
”You are my son. I won't admit it. I won't admit it when I see it.”
The old man looked very excited and took Zhang Zifan to look around.
”Be bold, let go of our young master, or we won't be rude.”
Following Zhang Zifan to see the old man is still indomitable, can't help shouting.
”You're welcome. What a rude way!”
When the old man heard this, he was not happy.
He grabbed Zhang Zifan's wrist and moved under his feet. He took Zhang Zifan and disappeared in the deep forest.
”Little Lord, little Lord is gone. Look for it quickly.”
Some of the disciples of Tongwen hall were in a hurry when they saw their young master and the old man disappear.
Quickly divided into several teams, looking around.
”Ah! You let me go! I'm not your son. ”
Zhang Zifan only felt that the scenery was rapidly changing in front of his eyes.
It's supposed to be moving fast.
”Well, if you are my son, you will know later.”
Red faced old man a wine spirit, grasp Zhang Zifan's wrist, just don't let go.
All the way with him to run, came to the depths of a cave.
It seems that this cave should be the old man's usual residence.
”Here...”
Zhang Zifan was put down, rubbed his painful wrist, and looked at the scene in front of him with some surprise.
”This is where I live. I'll get something later. Don't run away!”
The red faced old man ran to the deeper part of the cave impatiently.
Zhang Zifan looked at the things around him with a look of surprise in his eyes.
He is Li Siyuan's adopted son, that is to say, Li Siyuan is not his own father.
Although Zhang Zifan is usually bored, he also thinks about what his own father looks like.
But today, for no reason, he was held by such an old man and said that he was his son.
Zhang Zifan still has some bad feelings in his heart.
”Come, come, put your hands here.”
After a while, the red faced old man ran out from the deeper part of the cave, holding a disc in his hand.
On top of the disc, there is a handprint like dent.
”What is this?”
Zhang Zifan asked.
”This is my baby. As long as you put your hand in the fingerprints in this disc, I can know if you are my son or not.”
The red faced old man said with a proud face. He grabbed Zhang Zifan's hand and pressed it into the disc.
Although Zhang Zifan was reluctant, his strength was not worth mentioning in front of the red faced old man. He was directly caught and pressed into his fingerprints.
”Easy, easy!”