The era of high martial arts

"Li Changan?" Sun Ganghao recognized him at a glance.

"It seems that you are no stranger to me." Li Changan smiled and sat opposite Sun Ganghao.

"Of course he is no stranger. If Zhang Feiyu wants to join our demon cultivator, we must find out all about his details." Sun Ganghao said.

"Don't you want to seduce my senior to join? How come he wants to join your demon cultivator?" Li Changan squinted his eyes. This demon cultivator is really hateful. He poured dirty water on Zhang Feiyu as soon as he came up.

"Hahaha, kid, you still don't understand how powerful the demon cultivator is, nor do you understand our purpose." Sun Ganghao smiled and said, "Only when you truly join our demon cultivator can you realize the correctness of its philosophy."

"Is it right to grovel and live an ignoble life?" Li Changan asked. Human beings have not been willing to be enslaved since ancient times, let alone now.

"That's better than death. An ant is still alive. Go to the street and ask how many people are not afraid of death?" Sun Ganghao said.

"I know people are afraid of death, but what people are more afraid of is groveling and being enslaved. What's more, humans still have a chance to fight now."

Li Changan shouted righteously, whether it can succeed or not, how will you know if you don't try. Like these demon cultivators, they have given up fighting and have no courage to fight. This is the saddest aspect of them.

"A chance to fight? You are overthinking. The current strength of the demon clan is at least three times that of humans. How can we fight? If you are willing to join the demon cultivator, I can ask for credit from above. After all, you are not Li Changan. Nobody."

Sun Ganghao tempted Li Changan, but Li Changan had never seen the true strength of the demon clan. Only Li Changan saw it in person would he know despair.

And despair will naturally push him to join the demon cultivator.

"Only more than three times?" Li Changan laughed. There have been many cases of the weak defeating the strong since ancient times. They faced enemies not three times more, but dozens of times more.

Thousands of years ago, in the Battle of Kunyang, Emperor Guangwu led 17,000 men and defeated Wang Mang's army of more than 400,000. The Battle of Chibi is a typical example of the weak defeating the strong.

"It's just a dispute of words. Everyone has their own ideas. You don't need to convince me. I don't think I can convince you. How about we change the question?"

Seeing that Sun Ganghao wanted to speak, Li Changan spoke first and interrupted him.

"what is the problem?"

"Why did you frame Zhang Feiyu?" Li Changan's sharp eyes stared directly at Sun Ganghao.

There are so many innate warriors, and anyone can be framed, so why only Zhang Feiyu? coincide? Li Changan doesn't think so.

"I didn't frame him, he contacted me and wanted to join our demon cultivator." Sun Ganghao's expression did not change, he looked at Li Changan calmly and said.

"Fart." Li Changan yelled angrily.

Sun Ganghao insisted that Zhang Feiyu had taken refuge in the demon cultivator, just like a scholar meeting a soldier, and he couldn't even explain why.

"Haha", seeing Li Changan furious, a smile appeared on Sun Ganghao's lips.

Anyone who has experienced this feeling of seeing his opponent angry but having nothing to do about him will like it.

"It seems that you have stopped showing off the hawk when you see the rabbit." Li Changan took out a photo from his pocket.

Time was running out, and Li Changan didn't have time to fight with him, so he took out his trump card.

Seeing that photo, Sun Ganghao's face suddenly changed.

"If it seems unfamiliar to you, I have another photo here that you can compare." Li Changan took out his personal terminal again, pulled out a photo from it, and placed it in front of Sun Ganghao.

That photo was taken when Sun Ganghao's daughter disappeared a few years ago. Perhaps Sun Ganghao might not recognize the first photo when he saw it, but comparing the two photos together, Li Changan didn't believe that Sun Ganghao still couldn't recognize her.

"Yao Yao." A word popped out of Sun Ganghao's mouth. His eyes were suddenly filled with tears, and a kind and slightly remorseful look showed in his eyes.

A few seconds later, Sun Ganghao put the photo in his hand on the table, and his eyes returned to normal, like an old fox who had experienced the world for a long time. "Yao Yao disappeared a few years ago. I found her body. She has already died." You can't lie to me if you die."

Sun Ganghao wanted to divert Li Changan's attention away from his daughter. He didn't want anything to happen to his only daughter.

But how could this be hidden from Li Changan's eyes?

"Is he really dead, or was he held hostage by someone? I think you know better than me." Li Changan did not argue with him, but took back his personal terminal and played an audio from it.

"Dad, I miss you so much. Where are you?"

When the clear child's voice came out from the personal terminal, Sun Ganghao couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes anymore, and they fell down.

"Yao Yao, dad is sorry for you, dad is sorry for you."

The forty-year-old man lowered his head in pain, with Yaoyao's photo in his arms.

I have to say that Li Changan was a little touched. When he first decided to do this, Li Changan thought about it for a long time, but in the end, Li Changan still made up his mind.

Sun Ganghao talks about family ties, doesn’t Li Changan talk about it?

Having known Zhang Feiyu for so long, Li Changan has long regarded Zhang Feiyu as his own brother. Something happened to his own brother, and he couldn't bear to save him, so who had the right to sympathize with others?

"To tell you the truth, yesterday we solved the prison where the demon cultivator's relatives were imprisoned and rescued all those people. Your daughter is one of them."

Li Changan's anxious heart finally calmed down and he said calmly, "Your daughter is not living a good life there. Not only does she lack food and clothing, she also lacks father's love, and all of this is caused by you!"

Killing people and killing people, Li Changan felt that this was what he was doing.

Sun Ganghao was already broken. He shouted loudly, "What can I do? The demon cultivator came to inform me after he captured Yaoyao. If I don't surrender to the demon cultivator, my daughter will die. Do you know that she will die?" ?”

The huge chain was shaken by Sun Ganghao's force so hard that if he hadn't been fixed on the seat, he would have definitely come over and pinched Li Changan's neck, proving to him that although he was an unqualified father, he was definitely worthy of his daughter. .

"My monthly salary is one hundred thousand, and I sent all ninety-five thousand to her, just to let her live a good life."

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Sun Ganghao's roar was a little weak. He seemed to be just venting. After venting, he slumped on the chair. There were tears in the corners of his eyes. Because of the madness just now, his hair was messed up and he looked much paler.

"Where is a little girl, and you can safely provide her with a living allowance of 95,000 yuan a month? Are you not afraid that something will happen to her? A common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a treasure in his possession. Don't you understand this principle?"