From Douluo to God

Xiaoying never knew what a light bulb was, and she never had the slightest intention to leave.

Qian Renxue pinched Jiang Chen's ears like lightning, and said ruthlessly, "Say it again, who will you have a baby with?"

Jiang Chen looked at Qian Renxue's slightly angry pretty face, and there was something charming about it.

Although his ears hurt a little, he didn't hesitate, and continued: "It must be with you, our mother and grandfather have agreed, and they are all looking forward to holding the baby."

"It seems that you don't want this ear anymore." Qian Renxue said coldly, exerting more force on her hands.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

Finally, Qian Renxue left with Xiaoying angrily.

It's true that she can cure Jiang Chen, but if Jiang Chen plays a scoundrel, even she can't help it.

This feeling of teasing his wife every day is pretty good, Jiang Chen laughed, and followed out cheekily.

After the meal, Su Yuntao brought his wife Sisi to express his gratitude again.

Su Yuntao really feels that he has reached the pinnacle of his life. In terms of family, his wife is beautiful and virtuous, with sons and daughters.In terms of career, as the master of the palace, he is already very content.

The son and daughter may still be geniuses in the future.

And all of this is inseparable from Jiang Chen.

He secretly made up his mind that he must let his descendants remember the goodness of His Royal Highness the Son.

In the early morning, after breakfast, the team left Notting City with Su Yuntao and his wife, heading towards the Holy Soul Village.

Feeling timid near the hometown, thinking about going back to Holy Soul Village and seeing his grandfather soon, Jiang Chen was in an extremely restless mood.

It has been six years, except for the year in the Slaughter Capital, Jiang Chen basically wrote letters to Old Jack every month.

After leaving the killing capital, he immediately wrote another letter to report his safety.

And old Jack also wrote back from time to time, besides telling Jiang Chen to practice seriously and pay attention to his body, he would ask almost every time: When will I go home?

What the elderly look forward to most is that their grandson can go home and take a look at him.

Even if it's just a glance.

Because of Tang Hao, Jiang Chen didn't dare to tell Old Jack when he would go home.

Every time he saw this sentence in the letter, he couldn't help but have a sore nose and tears.

It was not easy for old Jack to live to this age, and he was closer to him than to his own grandson.

After coming out of Notting City, Jiang Chen's mood became a little low, and he stopped bickering with the two girls, and was immersed in thinking about old Jack.

Qian Renxue and Xiaoying felt Jiang Chen's sadness, and they didn't dare to disturb Jiang Chen, the carriage drove forward in silence.

More than an hour later, at about nine o'clock, the team finally arrived outside the Holy Soul Village.

Jiang Chen got out of the carriage early and walked on foot.

He hasn't returned to his hometown for many years, so he wants to take a closer look at every plant and tree here.

Qian Renxue and Xiaoying also followed, both curious about Jiang Chen's hometown.

What kind of place is it that a monstrosity like Jiang Chen can be born.

Jiang Chen's mood recovered a little, and he pointed to the rushing river: "Since I was three years old, I have often gone fishing in that river. People in the countryside are not rich, so I can only rely on myself."

Xiaoying opened her mouth wide in shock, the river was choppy, and it was hard for her to imagine how a three-year-old child could touch fish in it.

The speed of the team slowed down, and the guards dismounted and led the horses forward.

Jiang Chen introduced the Holy Soul Village to the two girls while walking, and talked about some interesting things about him back then, which the two girls listened to with gusto.

Six years have passed, and the Holy Soul Village has not changed much. It is still the quiet and small village at the beginning.

After nine o'clock, the villagers also started to go out to work. Some were grazing cattle outside, some were doing farm work in the fields beside the village, and some women were holding wooden basins and preparing to go to the river to wash clothes.

Seeing such a team coming, the villagers were not surprised except slightly surprised.

Their village is close to the main road, and passing caravans often come in to ask for water or buy some vegetables.

Looking at these uncles and aunts, Jiang Chen could still clearly remember their names.

But he didn't say hello immediately, what he wanted to see most was his grandfather.

At the entrance of the village, a group of children were playing with mud.

Qian Renxue thought of something, suddenly covered her mouth and smiled, "Xiaochen, did you play with mud like this back then?"

"Fart, brother is so suave, would he play in mud like these brats?" Jiang Chen retorted.

Qian Renxue laughed coquettishly, and patted Jiang Chen on the shoulder, "You didn't seem like a kid back then, I can still remember your cute six-year-old appearance clearly. Don't worry, playing with mud is not something to be ashamed of." , my sister understands."

Jiang Chen rolled his eyes, and chose to give up explaining.

The guards restrained their aura and looked like ordinary people. This is the home of His Highness the Son, so it would be bad to frighten the family of His Highness the Son.

Jiang Chen took Qian Renxue and Xiaoying to the front, and when he entered the village, he took a look at the blacksmith's shop of the Tang family. The door there was locked, and the door was covered with dust, obviously it had been empty for a long time.

Getting closer to the center of the village, Jiang Chen didn't dare to use the Eye of Heaven's Punishment to observe ahead of time, feeling a little apprehensive, and came outside the village chief's yard.

He took a deep breath, reached out and knocked on the door, his voice choked with sobs: "Grandpa, Xiaochen is home."