《My son is a Reincarnator... But so am I!?》I have a candy for you~!
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He smiled to himself, proud of tricking a little girl into becoming his subordinate. He might get addicted to the feeling of manipulating people at this rate…
He turned to the window and said “Come back.”
Rico and Little Hei came back into the room and looked at Zi Yang with a disgruntled expression. Zi Yang gave them a thumbs up and giggled “You guys did great! Where’s the Piggy’s head?” Rico threw out a smaller sack that dripped blood.
Zi Yang caught the bag and opened it, looking at the severed head of Fatty Hou. His face was warped into a surprised expression. Zi Yang stared at the head and started giggling crazily, he poked the fatty’s nose and said “Teach you to make fun of a cripple, eh?”
Rico and Little Hei shivered, taking a step back from Zi Yang. Why was this maniac looking at a severed head like that!?
Zi Yang threw the sack back and smiled happily “Good job, although the final expression wasn’t the desired outcome, the deed has been done! I’m proud of you guys!” Rico caught the sack with a disgusted expression and Little Hei asked “What do you want us to do next?”
Zi Yang hummed and tapped his chin, muttering “I would’ve liked you to have made the fatty experience true fear and despair before he died, but alas! You’re just not good enough to do that…” he sighed and Little Hei blinked.
He turned to Rico and asked “What did I ask again?” Rico shook his head and refused to speak, Zi Yang was a madman.
Zi Yang turned to the duo and grinned “Come sign these for your reward… Hehe~”
The next morning
Zi Yang was snoring at his desk, he still had a pen in his hand. He went over the map the entire night until he collapsed, he didn’t even know when he fell asleep.
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What a hard working young grandpa!
Zi Tian walked into the room and said “Father! The place is ready!” before noticing that Zi Yang was sleeping at the desk. He smiled to himself and gently nudged Zi Yang, saying softly “Father.”
Zi Yang grunted and mumbled “No. I don’t want to go to school…” Zi Tian was stunned. What was school? Perhaps something similar to a sect? He clenched his fists, it seemed his father was bullied in the past.
Zi Tian looked up into the void and swore that no one would bully his father ever again!
Zi Yang’s eyes fluttered open and he looked around in a daze, mumbling “Where am I?” Zi Tian smiled “Father! The shop is open!” Zi Yang yawned and mumbled “Good… Can I have a coffee?” Zi Tian scratched his head and asked “Coffee? What’s that? Is it medicine?”
Zi Yang looked at Zi Tian before realizing that his son was inferior to a neanderthal in common sense. He sighed and patted Zi Tian’s shoulder, saying sympathetically “It gets better.” Zi Tian was confused but somehow felt worse.
Zi Yang slapped himself and shook his head before saying “Alright! Time to take on the day!” he paused and muttered “It’s a shame I can’t do any Tai Chi. I heard it was good for old people…” Zi Tian scratched his head so hard it almost bled, it seemed that his father was much more knowledgeable than him.
He knew so many things!
What a hard working father!
He secretly vowed to learn from his father in the future.
Zi Yang ignored his son’s chuuni expression and said “Push me boy, it’s not gonna push itself! Why do you think you’re not at the sect?” Zi Tian blanked and replied “Because the Sect is trash?” Zi Yang nodded with a sage-like expression and added “Also because you have to care for your father, I have a foot in the grave already. What if I suddenly die? You have to arrange the proper funeral preparations!”
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Zi Tian was floored and speechless, how could his father speak of death like this!
Zi Yang waved his hand and yawned “Alright! Let’s go!” Zi Tian shook his head, ridding himself of these thoughts and pushed Zi Yang out the door of the study.
Die and Xixi were walking by, chatting when they saw Zi Yang and Zi Tian. The duo bowed and said respectfully “Patriarch. Young Master.” Zi Yang nodded, while Zi Tian just smiled.
Zi Yang said “Little Die, what do you think of Tian’er?” Zi Tian was stunned and said in shock “Father!” Die blushed and looked away, saying shyly “Well, Young Master is quite handsome… But Die’er is such a humble maid and is unfit for the Young Master.” then she bowed again.
Zi Yang sighed and looked at Zi Tian before shaking his head. Zi Tian looked at him speechlessly, what did that mean???
Zi Yang sighed “My son is too ugly!” Zi Tian almost pushed the wheelchair off a cliff, how was he ugly!? Die and Xixi were stunned and looked at Zi Yang’s sad expression with gaping mouths.
The Young Master was definitely not ugly.
Zi Yang looked at Die and Xixi before adding “Fortunately you two aren’t jade beauties…” he smiled happily at the thought, commenting “I would’ve had to have you killed if you were! Hah! Anyway! Continue~”
Zi Tian quickly pushed Zi Yang away, apologizing to Die and Xixi, saying “Sorry, he hasn’t had his medicine and just woke up.” They nodded dumbly and Zi Tian disappeared quickly.
Zi Tian pushed Zi Yang to the great hall and said “What are you saying!? Are you even awake?” Zi Yang yawned and shook his head, replying “Not really. Plus I have a really bad headache.” Zi Tian sighed and checked his pulse before his expression turned grave.
He said seriously “Your condition is getting worse, stop going out. Your brain is fluctuating fiercely along with your blood, it’s very strange. I only have a way to soothe it at the moment, the herbs for your cultivation recovery will soon be mine.” Zi Yang squinted and asked “Is that why I feel loopy?”
Zi Tian nodded and replied “Most likely.”
Zi Yang sighed and rubbed his head, he really wasn’t feeling right. His body was getting weaker everyday, all this brain power being used is severely affecting him. Or else why would he say that to Die and Xixi?
He shook his head and clapped his cheeks, trying to clear his head. Zi Tian sighed and was about to push Zi Yang out of the compound when they heard a sweet voice “Uncle Yang~?”
Zi Yang perked up and smiled happily, he liked this wild girl! Zi Tian rubbed his forehead, he didn’t like this brat…
Zi Yang said excitedly “Little Mei! Come here!” Huo Mei’s head poked out of the door and she smiled, walking over gracefully. Zi Yang chuckled and Zi Tian looked at his father before sighing.
He turned his attention to Huo Mei and looked her over, she was plenty beautiful. White skin, smooth and supple assets, cherry red lips, almond eyes… The only problem was she was a ticking timebomb.
She could explode at any moment.
Who knows if your ancestral graves would blow up if she was around?
The possibility was quite high…
Zi Yang clapped and laughed “Meimei! Come over to Uncle! I have a candy for you!” Huo Mei froze and Zi Tian slapped his forehead, looking at Zi Yang speechlessly.
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