Zhan Nianbeiyu said earnestly: "That kid doesn't have wings, and it will take some time to get home. If you don't have time, even if you break your neck, he won't be able to come back. Why don't you sit down with me and drink two cups of tea and chat?" chat."

Qin Xiaobao glared at Zhan Nianbei dissatisfied: "Zhan Nianbei, if the kid at the end of Zhan Limo didn't look like you, I really would think he wasn't your own son. The son hasn't come home for so long, and he's injured and hurt Rescue, you, Lao Tzu, are not worried about him at all."

Zhan Nianbei said: "Have you ever heard an old saying that when the heavens will send a great mission to the people, they must first suffer from their will, their muscles and bones, and their bodies and skin. What the boy Zhan Limo is going through now is all It will become the most precious treasure in his future life."