"It's incredible..."

"I have a Tianzun father who is riding a horse?!"

"With this background, who do you compare with sleeping cows?!"

...

Zhou Hao held up the pole, looking very awe-inspiring, but quickly fell back.

"However, my Niubi Dad seems to be an enemy of the Haotian Realm..."

"Riding on horses, I finally know why the dog-legs in the Dog Palace have been chasing Lao Tzu!"

"So it's because of this!"

"It turns out that I am the son of their chief enemy!"

...

He laughed helplessly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he seemed to have entered a "set" and entered a game.

This is a big picture.

Moreover, it seemed that two big men were fighting together, and he became a pawn.

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What should I do?"

Zhou Hao suddenly fell into a profound problem.

He is now in a daze, and suddenly he doesn't know what he is doing. He doesn't even know if he is the original Zhou Hao, or Zhou Hao who later replaced the Young Master, or an ant?

It was so innocent in Wan Beast Mountain. Every day, Daqingzi and Ergouzi boasted and eat barbecue together, but why did they enter such a pit?

Do evil!

This is all for fame and fortune, for profit.

It is said that there is a knife on the head of the color word, isn't it also a knife next to the word profit?

Zhou Hao looked at the cold man standing in the sky, and shouted, "Are you the Heavenly Sovereign of War?"

The man lowered his eyebrows, looked at him, and replied, "Yes."

"Then, you are also Zhou Zhantian?" Zhou Hao continued to ask.

Now not only the cold guy looking at him, but also Li Sha, and the killer in the prison hall, who are also watching the conversation with the cold guy.

In fact, they all know the identity of the cold man.

The cold man continued to reply to Zhou Hao: "Yes, I am also Zhou Zhantian."

"hiss--"

Zhou Hao took a breath directly.

Sure enough, just like I thought, this big guy is really Zhou Zhantian!

Well, the "father" who has been looking for him for a long time finally found it, right in front of him.

But why does it feel so strange?

This kind of strangeness was not because Zhou Zhantian was not his father, nor was it the strangeness of the first time I met.

Zhou Hao looked at Zhou Zhantian's strangeness, it was a strange encounter that seemed to be two different species.

Without any emotion, even cold.

Just like Zhou Zhantian is a chess player, and Zhou Hao is just a chess piece in his hand.

A humble chess piece that can be discarded at any time.

That's right, that's how it feels.

Zhou Zhantian was looking at Zhou Hao from a condescending position, without any emotion, much less like looking at his son.

That father would look at his son so coldly?

"Zhou Hao, your name, right?"

Zhou Zhantian asked Zhou Hao with a cold tone and no emotion at all.

Zhou Hao paused, and suddenly he felt a little inexplicable indignation. It seemed that the indignation was caused by this "father" who didn't recognize himself...

No, he was originally not related to this man by blood, so to be correct, he was aggrieved by the "Zhou Hao" who was really dead and was the son of this man.

"This......"

He wanted to say something, but his throat was choked, as if he was holding an unknown sulky breath in his heart.