Yes, you can see your candle dragon tradition.

I was thrown away by you.

If it was just like this, then Zheng Gan would naturally not say anything.

That is your tradition, I am just a victim of tradition.

I respect your traditions. At worst, I will never interact with each other until I die.

But what does it mean now?

I survived, became stronger again, and with what you want, you will take me over and talk about family affection with me?

Talk about your mother!

Zheng Gan has always been stingy, let alone this situation.

As for the history he talks about?

Not interested at all.

What is hidden in these history? Although Zheng Gan can guess a rough idea.

But does it matter?

unimportant.

No matter whether you are a god or a demon, just kill you!

What does your dispute have to do with me?

I am the victim of the struggle between you and you are all birds of a feather in my eyes. If you want to harm me, I will never sit still and wait for death.

It's enough to know this, nothing else matters!

"Do you match the emotional card with me?"

Zheng Gan pointed to the finger on the table: "I will give you one finger, and from now on, we will be enemies when we meet next time.

If nothing happens, I'll leave first."

Zheng Gan said, turning around and leaving.

However, I didn't expect it.

【Space cut off】

Before he could take a step, Zheng Yang cut off the space and locked Zheng Gan in a square space.

"Do you think I'll let you go so easily?"

Putting down the casting hand, Zheng Yang said coldly: "Son, I will remind you again, you are a god!

If you hand over the truth, you will survive! You will be a god in the future! When my dad is successful, I will destroy the demon god, and you will be the elder of the god!

Son, this is my ultimatum as a father.

If you go back now, you will completely lose this opportunity. You will always be able to mingle with those mortals, and your excellent bloodline will only be wasted in vain."

Faced with Zheng Yang's ultimatum, Zheng Gan's expression, who was trapped in the space cut off, did not change at all.

He turned half of his head and said coldly:

"What's wrong with that?"

Zheng Gan's attitude is already very clear.

Want the truth?

Unless I die!

As long as I am alive, you don't want me to surrender.

At this point, Zheng Yang sighed helplessly.

"Yes, don't blame me for being ruthless."

He raised his hand, and a shocking magic essence condensed into his palm. A killing intention flashed through his eyes: "Kill you, you can still take out the truth. If you die in my hands, you will at least not be in pain.

Don't blame me, son, dad has done his best."

Seeing this, Zheng Gan's beautiful silver magic rose into the sky.

Although his power could not even break through Zheng Yang's space.

But Zheng Gan will never sit still and wait for death, and...

Zheng Gan had no intention of going back alive.

Seeing this, Zheng Yang cut off with his hand.

But at this moment.

With a snap.

The knife that was about to fall was wrapped around the other hand.

Not to mention Zheng Yang, even Zheng Gan, who was ready to die in battle, was shocked.

I saw that it was Zheng Kun who stopped Zheng Yang.

"Zheng Kun, what are you doing?" Wei Yin, who had not spoken behind him, exclaimed quickly.

"Don't be so excited, mom." Zheng Kun looked indifferent, turned to Zheng Yang, who looked puzzled, and said gently: "Dad, let him go."

"What did you say?"

Zheng Yang doubted whether something was wrong with his ears.

But if you think about it carefully, it’s not right. I am God and I won’t get sick.

Zheng Kun said: "Dad, should you explain to me about what Zheng Gan said just now?"

"explain?"

"An, tell me that you only pretend to obey [] by lying on firewood and tasting gall. One day, I will take back the world belonging to God, and I have always believed it."

Zheng Kun said, shrugging: "Dad, you should know that I have always been proud of being a god, right?"

When Zheng Yang heard this, he asked again impatiently: "What do you want to say?"

When Zheng Kun heard this, his face suddenly became muscular.

He also subconsciously exerted force by tying Zheng Yang's five fingers.

"Don't get me wrong. I just think what Zheng Gan said just now makes sense. I really didn't expect that according to the story you told, it would be impossible for us to stay in our family.

Dad, why can we stay in the Demon God Realm safely as a cooperative person? Let me tell me."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zheng Yang's expression suddenly reached its peak.

He stared at his son, and after a long time, he shouted in a commanding tone: "You don't understand, don't talk too much, get out of the way!"

"Don't let."

Zheng Kun's face was filled with his almost signature arrogance, as if nothing in this world was in his eyes: "I'll let it go!"

"You're looking for death!"

"That's what I said, if you don't know, you think you will definitely beat me."

"I am your dad!"

"So what? So what?"

Zheng Kun smiled and said, "The premise of I am your son is that I am a god!

And it is also the most noble Candle Dragon System in the God System.

I respect you because you slept on firewood and tasted gall to revive the gods.

It’s not because you are my parents that I helped you revive the gods.

There is a difference between the two.

In the world, I am the only one who should sit on the throne of the God King.

If you tell me that the actual purpose is not to revive the gods, then Dad, you are worthless to me, then don’t blame me, a son for not being filial.

The grace of childbirth is not in my eyes. I have only one purpose from beginning to end. Kill [], I am the God King, that's all.

So Dad, answer me, how did you get along with []?"

"Kun'er, let go of your dad!"

Next to him, his mother Wei Yin finally couldn't sit still: "Do you know what you are doing?"

She raised her jade hand, and a sigh of Taixu's destruction of Taoism had already condensed into the palm of her palm.

However, almost the moment when this dragon breath was aimed at Zheng Kun's head, Zheng Kun's idle left hand had already stretched out a finger to point Wei Yin through the armpit of his right hand.

His fingertips condensed a sigh of Taixu's miracle at Dao, which was more than twice as big as Wei Yin.

Zheng Kun's face was filled with confidence and arrogance of winning even when he fought against his parents at the same time.
To be continued...