Although Canglong is currently just a translucent ghost form, his kneeling look still shocked Zhao Hao.

Imagine what difficult things can be in the world that can make a hero like Canglong kneel down?

At the moment, Canglong posed for "If you don't agree, I won't get up", which made Zhao Hao quite confused.

Xiao Zhao took a few deep breaths and said, "Brother Canglong, I can only promise you that if your sister encounters troubles that cannot be solved, I will do my best to help her. As for marriage, it is important to be in love. I have no plans to get married. Teacher Cangyun may not necessarily want to get married, so there is no need to force her to get together. By then, my friends become enemies, and the cause will be even more unpleasant."

"Okay, I'll feel relieved with you."

Canglong stood up and showed a relieved smile.

At that moment, something incredible happened.

I saw Canglong's body turned into countless small light spots, which exuded a holy aura and flew towards the sky.

Gradually, countless light spots dissipated in the night sky.

That scene was like a good person in Western stories went to heaven after his death.

Zhao Hao stood there, everything he had just experienced was like a dream.

He opened the door, blew the night wind, and looked down at his watch.

It was just midnight at midnight. According to folk legend, the first seventh resurrection usually starts from midnight, which is from 11 pm to 1 pm. Standing in the night wind, Xiao Zhao himself was not sure whether the scene he had just experienced was true or false. To be honest, if he told his experience, everyone would probably regard him as a charlatan.

Zhao Hao was about to return to the room when he suddenly felt a hidden aura.

If that kind of qi appears in the second-level evolution world, it is normal. All demon kings have such spiritual consciousness.

And this is the human world, and it is impossible for a demon king to emerge.

The evolution directions of human race and demon race are different. Even if humans reach the second level peak, their spiritual consciousness is very weak and does not have the ability to spread ten miles away for perception. Only when they evolve to the third level realm of real people can human spiritual consciousness take shape initially and have an effect similar to radar detection.

At this moment, a man was sitting in the room quietly and peeking at Zhao Hao through his spiritual consciousness.

The spiritual consciousness is very secretive and cautious, and Zhao Ritian is still noticed.

After all, Zhao Ritian is now a three-star real person and has an extremely sensitive semi-saint body. It is not difficult to sense this kind of peeping.

He pretended to enjoy the moon, glanced around the yard, and inadvertently glanced at one of the wing rooms.

Most of the guests stayed tonight went to hotels in the city center to stay. Only a few distinguished guests with special identities were arranged to live in the courtyard of the old Cang family house and lived in the quaint rooms.

Zhao Hao has an impression of the guests in the wing opposite.

That person was over fifty years old and looked very distinctive, just like a pork-roofed poet said: his head was big and his neck was thick, he was either a big man or a kid...

The reason why Zhao Hao had an impression of the fat old man was that he sensed the fluctuations of the vague true energy in the other party.

Those who have this kind of energy fluctuation are undoubtedly real people.

At that time, Zhao Hao used the Heavenly King's Eye to test it, but he did not see through the number of the other party's Yuanzhu.

This only shows one problem. The other party’s cultivation is higher than his, and he is at least a four-star real person.

What impressed Zhao Hao even more was the middle-aged man who accompanied the fat old man to attend the funeral - Wen Qinghe!

The butler of the Dream Manor, who once transformed into a super Saiyan fight with Zhao Hao, followed behind the fat old man rosacea like a die-hard little brother.

Zhao Hao stretched, walked a few steps to the right, and knocked on the door next door.

Xueqing lives in the room next to him.

"Who?" The crisp and beautiful sound of red peppers came from inside.

"I." Brother Zhao also cherishes his words like gold and only says one word.

"Wait, I'll wear clothes."

My sister-in-law's little nervous voice came from the room. In fact, she hadn't taken off her clothes at all. She reached the realm of a real person and it didn't matter if she didn't sleep for a month.

Xueqing just didn't wear a mask, and her hairstyle was a bit messy. She turned on the light and combed it in the mirror, put on the mask again, and was very nervous, thinking: What exactly did he want to do when he came to knock on someone's door in the middle of the night?

A few minutes later, with a nervous mood, my sister-in-law opened the door.

As soon as Zhao Hao walked in, he did not treat himself as an outsider and locked the door in a scattered manner.

This made my sister-in-law even more nervous, as if Brother Zhao had to play a starving tiger and pounce on the sheep at any time.

Immediately afterwards, a vain chaos enveloped Zhao Hao and Red Chili Pepper at the same time.

This is not the first time that Xue Qing has experienced Yuan Shi's chaos. She knew that this space was isolated from everything from the outside world, so she shouted: "It's midnight, what do you want to do?"

"Be safer, so as not to have ears in the partition walls." Zhao Hao smiled. When the chaotic space came out, not only did it have excellent sound insulation, but it also blocked the spy on spiritual consciousness. Seeing that my sister-in-law was a little angry, he explained: "Someone monitors me, and it's in this yard."

Xue Qing was not surprised and snorted coldly: "It's the old man with a red nose. Humph, the so-called master of the Deng family's tribe is so arrogant that he can't get on the table. Not only did he monitor you, he also used his spiritual sense to spy on me, and was shocked by me."

Brother-in-law Zhao was very curious: "The Deng family's master of the township? What's the origin? I haven't heard you say about it before."

"It was only after I met my master that I opened my eyes and learned a lot of things." Xue Qing explained: "The masters have also produced several powerful figures among the folk people, among those who have no sects and sects. More than a hundred years ago, the most powerful among the folk masters was known as one shot, one sword, and one gang."

Brother-in-law Zhao was even more curious: "A single shot, one sword, one gang? Is this one person or three people?"

"Idiots, of course there are three people." My sister-in-law gave him a blank look and continued to explain: "One shot is the Zhao Long Spear, the ancestor of the Zhao family in Tiannan. When the real dragon shot a shot, Tiannan was invincible. It depends on the seniority. This person is still your ancestor, and you are his great-grandson. Yijian is Feng Wuhen, the ancestor of the Feng family, and is also the founder of this aristocratic family. When Feng Wuhen challenged the three major families of Hua Xueyue, he ranked the Feng family in front of the three major families, and the four major families of Feng Hua Xueyue were later. You can imagine how awesome this person was."

"A group of men is the fat old man with red nose in the room opposite. According to legend, he was the imperial chef in the palace in the late Qing Dynasty. After the collapse of the Qing Dynasty, the old man committed several major cases that shocked the world. Later, he disappeared for decades. He didn't know what happened. He became a relationship with the Deng family. After the founding of the country, he was always supported by the Deng family and became a master of the tribe."

"Does that old man have no name?" Zhao Hao asked.

"No one knows his name, they all call him Fat Chef." Xue Qing said: "Those who really know the origin of the old monster's name will probably die long ago."
Chapter completed!