Rebirth: Return of the Abandoned Young Man

Snow, non-stop.

In the gray weather, snowflakes fell to the world, and the whole Qingzhou was a bleak scene.

In the hall of the Zhuo Family Manor, it was as quiet as a chatter.

Zhuo Shixian frowned for a while, sighed for a while, and several flashes of light flashed in his eyes for a while, Zhuo Luo lowered his eyebrows and looked down, not knowing what he was thinking.

In addition to these two people, there was another young man sitting upright on the carved wooden chair, his demeanor was indifferent.

"What else do you have to say?" Zhuo Bufan raised his head and glanced at Zhuo Wanli and Zhuo Huan standing in the middle of the hall.

Master Hui Chan was killed by Zhuo Bufan, and his wonderful supernatural powers have already refreshed everyone's world view. Now Zhuo Bufan is like a god, manipulating the flames, and punching out a golden light. He is not a fairy.

"Xiaofan, I was wrong... please forgive me." Zhuo Wanli knelt on the ground with a plop, his heart ashamed.

Zhuo Huan squeezed his fists and knelt down, feeling unwilling, but his pupils were full of complex emotions such as panic, remorse, unwillingness, and terror.

"When I was in Jinling, I was almost killed and thrown into the sea, but you did it?" Zhuo Bufan said calmly, but his voice pierced his ears like thunder, shaking Zhuo Wanli and Zhuo Huan trembling.

"I..." Zhuo Wanli's face was pale, and cold sweat the size of soybeans dripped onto the clean floor on his forehead.

"The last time Ye Zi and I went to see the Great Falls, we were assassinated by someone you sent?"

"The underground boxing match led me to a duel in the ring, and you wanted to kill me under the guise of someone else, but it was your idea?

He didn't say a word, Zhuo Wanli and Zhuo Huan lowered their heads even more, these things were indeed arranged by them, unexpectedly Zhuo Bufan knew all about it.

"Snapped!"

Zhuo Shixian's face was extremely embarrassing, he slapped the table suddenly, and frowned sharply: "Wanli, what Xiaofan said is the truth? Why is it so urgent?"

"Dad, save me, I know I'm wrong, I don't want to die..." Zhuo Wanli raised his head, looking at Zhuo Shixian with longing eyes.

"Grandpa, I don't want to die either, please help me, uncle, aunt..." Zhuo Huan begged for mercy.

Zhuo Luo remained silent, Zhuo Shixian remained silent.

You tried to kill Zhuo Bufan over and over again, but now you ask others to spare you, how is that possible?

When Zhou Biyu heard that Zhuo Wanli was going to send someone to kill her son, she trembled slightly in anger, clenched her fists tightly, her face flushed, "Wanli, you are Xiaofan's second uncle, how could you be so vicious and send someone to kill you?" Go kill Xiaofan."

"Hand over all the property in your hands, and then get out of Qingzhou, and you will never come back." Zhuo Bufan waved his hand and said lightly.

Zhuo Wanli and Zhuo Huan hurriedly kowtowed, "Thank you Xiaofan, thank you Xiaofan."

Compared with life, the money that is usually obtained by all means is vulnerable.

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Wanli led Zhuo Huan out of Zhuo's manor in a desperate manner.

The eyes of the rest of the people all fell on Zhuo Bufan at this moment.

"Xiaofan, are you really a warrior?" Zhuo Shixian still couldn't believe it. The Zhuo family had been in the third-level family for twenty years, but he didn't expect that there would be a warrior from the Zhuo family, and he was also a top-notch powerhouse.

Let alone a fourth-tier family, it is only a matter of time before they enter the ranks of famous families.

"This is the Zhuo family's mentality that I wrote down. You give it to the juniors in the family to practice." Zhuo Bufan took out a booklet and put it on the table, and then took out a glass bottle containing several secret books. Brown pills.

Looking at Zhuo Luo, he said: "This is for you, take one pill a day, and your body will recover and return to normal after a month."

Zhuo Luo's body shook, and he couldn't help recalling that two weeks ago, he fell asleep in the study room, but when he woke up the next day, he felt refreshed and full of vitality, as if he had been reborn. Could it be that Zhuo Bufan secretly helped him he.

"Xiaofan... I have been sorry to you and your mother these years." Zhuo Luo sighed, and said lightly, with guilt in his eyes.

After all, he is no longer a seventeen-year-old kid. In terms of age, he is older than anyone present. He said indifferently: "The past is like smoke."

Zhuo's mental method is actually just an ordinary martial artist's cultivation method. With the strength of the nine-turn immortal, studying the martial arts of ordinary martial artists on earth is as simple as asking a teacher to solve a primary school Olympiad.

The last time I found out in the study that Zhuo Luo had secretly sent someone to protect him, and he didn't even want to involve himself in the family strife, so he wrote down Zhuo's heart method after returning home. After improvement, it is more suitable for the physical cultivation of earth people. With a special seal, only those with Zhuo family blood in their bodies can practice.

This kind of kung fu can only be regarded as the lowest kung fu on the cultivation planet, but it is the top kung fu in the earth's martial arts. If other warriors know about it, they may have to steal their heads.

"Our Zhuo family has become a fairy." Zhuo Shixian's eyes were full of tears, and his hands trembling slightly excitedly holding the secret book.

At this time, Zhuo Luo stood up suddenly, exuding the majesty of being a family member, his gaze swept across the crowd sharply, and he said immediately: "I announce now that Xiaofan will take over as the head of the Zhuo family."

The Zhuo family lineage has been passed down from the Qing Dynasty. At the beginning, the ancestors were just small businessmen who supplied silk and satin for the military. Later, they were appreciated by the Minister of Military Affairs and developed step by step. Today's Qingzhou Zhuo Family.

It's just that the Zhuo family has passed down from generation to generation, and the position of the patriarch is passed on firstly based on status. For example, the position is only passed on to the direct line, and the prestige in the family brings benefits. There has never been an example of taking over as the patriarch in his teens.

"Congratulations to the new owner!"

Dozens of people from the direct line of the Zhuo family stood up one after another in the audience, and there was no voice of objection, and they clasped their hands and shouted respectfully.

Zhuo Bufan is the richest man in Zhongzhou, the eldest son and daughter of various families, and the senior chief of the military region, not to mention that he himself is an extraordinary warrior. With these conditions combined, who would dare to object.

Zhuo Bufan frowned.

But seeing his mother Zhou Biyu's face beaming with joy, she did not object in the end.

It's just that the position of the head of the family is only a false name, and he has no time to manage the Zhuo family's affairs.

The other matters were naturally left to Zhuo Shixian and Zhuo Luo, and Zhuo Bufan left the club with his own people.

"Xiaofan, what exactly is a warrior? Who did you learn your martial arts from?" In the car, Zhou Biyu asked doubtfully, frowning, showing concern.

As the saying goes, if a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it. The higher a person stands, the more pressure and wind and waves he will bear. Naturally, she is worried about her son.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine, I learned martial arts from a master before." Zhuo Bufan comforted.

"Yezi, Shi Jian, you take my mother back, I have to meet the commander in chief." Zhuo Bufan said, and got off the car at an intersection.

Ye Ziqin nodded, "Well, go home early."

Watching the car leave, Zhuo Bufan strode towards a clubhouse on Huaihai Road.