Chapter 869 Father and Son

Zhao Yin put the sound transmission note back into the space bracelet, slowly raised his head, and looked at the sky that was emitting a faint fluorescent light.

Without stars and moon, such a world always makes him feel a little unreal.

He was thinking about what to do next.

This is a world controlled by aliens, where there exists an extremely terrifying corpse demon god. It is different from any world Zhao Yin has ever seen before.

In the eyes of the corpse demon clan, human lives are worthless, and they are just slaves and leeks.

Now that he doesn't have the Heavenly Demon Mask, everything will be difficult for him to do.

Whether Zhao Yin wants to get the world map or travel long distances, he will encounter the corpse demon clan at any time.

With his life level, it's like a wild beast suddenly breaking into a civilized city, and there is no concept of environmental protection in the city. Once discovered, everyone will want to kill him and eat his meat!

"Zhao Yin!"

Song Xiaodao came from behind, put his arms around Zhao Yin's neck, and lay on his back.

"Zhao Yin, carry me!"

Zhao Yin held her little hand and smiled: "You haven't rested for a few days, don't you want to go to sleep?"

"Zhao Yin, I don't know why, but after I found you, as soon as I closed my eyes, I thought of my brother."

"Song Xiaojian is a corpse demon. The world where the corpse demons live is safer than anywhere else." Zhao Yin said in a low voice.

"I know."

Song Xiaodao nodded: "But I'm just afraid, afraid that he will have too much fun and forget to go home and forget... about me, his sister."

On weekdays, I didn’t see Song Xiaodao treat Song Xiaojian very well. I didn’t expect that she cared so much about her brother.

Zhao Yin understood that even if Song Xiaojian really betrayed him, Song Xiaodao would not be able to kill him with the slavery collar.

This was also the reason why Zhao Yin asked Song Xiaodao to contract with Song Xiaojian.

This is Zhao Yin's love for Song Xiaodao, and also giving her the greatest freedom.

Because no matter what happened, Zhao Yin didn't want her to be sad about anything.

No one could receive such treatment in front of Zhao Yin.

Only she, Song Xiaodao.

This little Lolita who had followed him since the beginning of the apocalypse...

"Don't worry, if he dares to leave you, I will catch him and let him sleep with Da Huang every day."

What Song Xiaojian fears most is Dahuang.

"really?"

Song Xiaodao opened it, walked to Zhao Yin and sat directly in his arms.

She took Zhao Yin's hands and hugged them around her slender waist.

"Zhao Yin, actually... as long as I know my brother is still alive, I will be very happy. Having you is enough for me."

"I am more important than your brother?"

"Of course. When I'm with you, I have endless delicious food to eat and endless wine to drink."

"Are you with me just to eat?" Zhao Yin raised his hand and knocked her on the head.

Song Xiaodao covered his head: "Humph! You bully me again!"

Zhao Yin stroked her head hard, and Song Xiaodao laughed.

……

The ninth battlefield, the Black Armor Army Fortress.

The clone looked at the ordinary courtyard in front of him, somewhat unable to believe that his adoptive father, the King of Books, would actually live in such a place.

"You came!"

An old voice came: "Since you are here, come in!"

Zhao Yin wanted to ask for a favor, so he clasped his fists and bowed towards the courtyard. He asked the corpse demon Zhang Jie behind him to stay outside, and walked into the courtyard alone.

The Ninth Battlefield world seems to have entered spring.

An old pear tree, so thick that five people can hug it, is rooted in the yard and is full of snow-white pear blossoms.

An elderly man in his seventies, with white hair draped over his shoulders and wearing black armor, was standing under the pear tree, looking up at the branches.

He stood there, as if blending into the surrounding scenery.

There was no trace of the old man's breath in Zhao Yin's spiritual perception, he could only see his figure with his naked eyes.

Any king of the human race is a pillar of support for the entire human race.

In the entire Ninth Battlefield, there are only four kings in public.

Three in the black armor army and one in the blue armor army!

The King of Books belongs to the Black Armor family and has guarded the human race for who knows how many years.

Sheltering countless human civilizations…the backbone of hundreds of millions of human beings!

Zhao Yin never understood why the King of Books, who could protect the human race for endless years, was hunted down by a corrupt god.

The greatest supporter of the human race cannot even defeat a corrupt god of an alien race. How can the human race exist until now?

At this moment, the writer king looked at Zhao Yin, and a hint of mockery flashed in his kind eyes.

"My dear, when you see me, kneel down and call me daddy!"

Zhao Yin pondered for a moment, thinking that this body originally belonged to Zhang Dongliang.

It seems that having another godfather is not a big deal.

He picked up the knee pads of the enchanted armor and knelt down respectfully while the Book King was stunned.

"My son has met his adoptive father!"

Zhao Yin bowed three times and kowtowed nine times respectfully.

The head banged.

The king who wrote the book was stunned on the spot, and he was somewhat doubtful whether the guy in front of him was the Zhao Yin who had scolded the king in anger.

The book was written by the king and it was just a joke, but at this moment, an inexplicable feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

He has forgotten how many years he has lived. His entire life has been spent fighting for the human race.

When he was young, he thought he was handsome and had a close female friend... He saw the old friends around him die one by one...

His parents, brothers and sisters had passed away countless years ago.

Nowadays, it’s lonely up there…

Looking at the young man in front of him, the Book King suddenly felt that if he could really have such an adopted son...

Maybe it's not a bad thing.

"Get up, you are also a world leader with a promising future. What does it look like?"

The writer king's tone was impatient, but his eyes became more kind.

Zhao Yin climbed up and looked up at the Book King: "Foster father, are you waiting for me?"

"Don't call me godfather, just call me Lao Deng!" said the Book King unhappily.

"I dare not!" Zhao Yin said hurriedly, behaving more obediently than his grandson.

The writer king's expression softened a lot.

"They all say that you are my illegitimate child. I heard that any store you go to will give you a 20% discount?"

"It was my foster father who worked hard to protect billions of human beings. My foster father is the reborn parent of all human beings. Therefore, what they said is not false!"

The writer king glared at Zhao Yin fiercely, but he felt secretly happy in his heart.

I didn't expect that Zhao Yin was so sensible and saw things so thoroughly.

It has quite a bit of the character he had when he was young.

This adopted son is just acknowledged as such!

"Are you here to see me because of Wang Xiaolei?" asked the Book King.

"Godfather, do you know where Senior Emma went?"

Zhao Yin asked directly without beating around the bush.

He promised Emma that he would take good care of Wang Xiaolei.

I have already made up my mind that once I find the girl who left without permission, I will teach her a lesson.

The Book King looked at Zhao Yin sternly and said, "Zhao Yin, don't you know that in order to stop Emma, ​​King Cang Tian and I went deep into the dream world, King Cang Tian was injured, and I narrowly escaped death?"

"I don't come empty-handed!"

Zhao Yin waved his hand, took out three large barrels of ginkgo wine, and slammed them on the ground with a bang: "I only ask my godfather to tell me that this 1,500 kilograms of extraordinary wine, which can prolong my life, belongs to you, godfather!"

The Book King didn't care at first, but when he saw the properties of the ginkgo wine, his eyes widened.