Chapter 892 Long Blessed Ancestor (8)
Okay, now I'm sure.
This bastard is Zhou Ye's son.
Dandan, who he grew up watching, is named Zhou Shishi and his stage name is Zhou Sisi.
He was just a big boy, with a loose sweater and hat covering half of his face, revealing only a pale and delicate chin and bright red sexy thin lips.
Aowu had already seen his true face on the flyer, so he wasn't curious about what the kid in front of him looked like.
Zhou Ye has a domineering temperament, and his soul power is even more powerful. The baby born through someone else's belly has only 70% of his soul power and is very domineering.
As a person outside the six realms, her children do not need to be bred through blood and bones. The power of the soul and the black evil energy all over her body are enough to make this child belong to her forever.
Now that the two of them were face to face, Aowu still couldn't speak.
After all, he is a stranger now, and how to greet him is still a problem.
Just as Aowu was thinking about how to introduce himself, Zhou Shisi in front of him slowly raised his head. Taking advantage of his height, he lowered his eyes and stared at the young man in front of him who looked immature and silly. There was a sinister and impatient light in his dark eyes.
He slowly threw the bag on his back into the corner, then raised a hand and slowly twisted his wrist. There was a black flower tattooed on the white and slender joint.
Aowu waited until the other party was approaching him before he realized that Zhou Ye's son didn't seem so friendly to him.
The big boy was dressed in black clothes and black trousers. His tall, slender and slightly muscular figure walked with a bit of laziness and carelessness. It was obvious that he was not something that the weakling Aowu could handle.
He can't use his divine power now, not to mention that he won't be able to take action on Thursday.
In terms of seniority, Zhou Shi would have to call him uncle.
"No. Dan, ah, no, Fourteen, I know you."
"Of course, there are many people who know me." Zhou Shishi opened his mouth, his voice clear and smooth with a bit of magnetism and hoarseness, and his tone was full of carelessness and unbridled evil.
Aowu raised his head, looked at the child in front of him who had raised his fist towards him, and continued to retreat.
"You misunderstood, I am malicious."
"I'm no longer a big star, but you still chase me and take pictures every day. What's wrong? Are my photos so valuable?"
"Why am I so disrespectful? How can you speak at such a young age?! How can you speak to your elders!"
I was immediately irritated by this "I".
His uncle, your mother calls herself "grandfather" all the time and treats him like a grandson.
That's all. After all, Zhou Ye is old enough to be his ancestor, and she can still fight, while Aowu can only be obedient.
But now her son still says "I", what's wrong?
One wants to be his grandfather, and the other wants to be his father?
Ouch, quit!
If I can't beat Zhou Ye, I can't cure you, you brat!
The sudden sound of discipline made Zhou Shisi silent.
Of course, he was not shocked, but he suddenly realized that the silly-looking young man in front of him might not be a paparazzi who came to take secret photos of him.
If it's not a paparazzi, forget it.
"Forget it, I don't want to fight today, so get out of here!"
With that said, Zhou Shisi raised his toes and hooked the bag in the corner, then lifted his long legs lightly, caught his backpack with one hand, threw it behind his back, and walked away.
(End of chapter)