In the jungle, Sun Wuben weakly leaned against a tree. After a long time, he bitterly smiled.
"Damn that Fortune Teller Grandma, I don't believe that without Butcher Zhang, I can only eat a pig with hair." Gradually, Sun Wuben's eyes became firm. After leaving the jungle, Sun Wuben returned to his mother's room. Looking at his mother's peaceful sleeping posture, Sun Wuben's chaotic mood gradually calmed down.
On the other side of the earth, Satan City was famous for fighting. Naturally, the martial arts atmosphere here was very strong. This small city had eighteen fighting dojos.
In the eighteenth fighting dojo, there were only fifteen apprentices in the entire dojo, which was the least among all the dojos. At this moment, there was a young man in red in the dojo. He was wearing headphones and was crazily hitting a sandbag. After a while, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, panting like a dog.
If Sun Wuben saw this young man's appearance, he would definitely recognize that this was the Son of Fortune in the Dragon Ball. That's right, it was the Son of Fortune. A person whose martial arts luck was not good, but his other luck was extremely tyrannical — Satan. However, at this time, his name was Mark.
"Pa!"
A slap landed on the young man's head.
"Slacking off again!"
A white-haired old man with a clean-shaven crew cut and a Chinese tunic suit that had been washed out stared at the young man with a stern face, as if he expected better from him.
"Aiya, Master! I'm not slacking off, I'm really not slacking off! " Mark quickly took off his headphones, opened his mouth and laughed. Then, he carefully said, "Master, I've been practicing seriously. If you don't believe me, you can ask the juniors. I was just taking a breath, haha, taking a breath!"
"Master, Senior Mark is really practicing seriously!" A young man beside him said.
"Humph!" The white-haired old man coldly snorted. He just stared at Mark, "Didn't I say that Sun Woo-ryu's martial arts practice is broad and profound? Every action is less work but more work. You have to be alert at all times to practice. How can you practice while listening to songs be effective?"
"Master, you've wronged me. The song I'm listening to isn't an ordinary song." Mark chuckled as he retorted, "If you listen to this song, you won't be angry. Instead, you'll praise me for having good taste."
"Not an ordinary song?"
The white-haired old man was so angry that he laughed. "Alright, then why don't you tell me why it's not ordinary?"
"Master, this song is not ordinary, but the singer is even more extraordinary. Do you know who he is? If you knew his identity, you would be so happy that you would get drunk for three days and three nights. " Ma Ke laughed, but his eyes flickered. Ma Ke had followed his master for the longest time, so he naturally knew that his master had a grandson called Sun Wuben.
"The singer of this album is called Sun Wuben, and the melody, lyrics, and singing are all the same person. This Sun Wuben of Singing Deities can't be the grandson of the old man, but they have the same name." Ma Ke's mind turned. At this time, the most important thing was to find a way to fool his master. As for whether he lied to his master or not, he couldn't be blamed. Who told them to have the same name, so it was normal to make a mistake.
"Alright, then hurry up and tell me. I'm curious about who can make me drunk for three days." The white-haired old man's face became even more ugly, and his voice became cold.
Ma Ke's whole body turned cold. He knew that his master was really angry, so he quickly stopped smiling.
"Master, this album was released by your grandson Sun Wuben." Ma Ke said with a serious face, "By the way, your grandson is now titled as Singing Deities."
"Sun Wuben?"
Sun Wusheng froze for a moment, and his expression was a little absent-minded. In a daze, a face appeared in his mind. It was the face of Sun Wuben from four years ago.
Sun Wusheng was stunned for a moment, and then he recovered and glanced at Ma Ke.
"Master, I'm not lying to you, really." Ma Ke said carefully.
"I'll let it go this time. In the future, you're not allowed to listen to music while cultivating. The duel between you and Liu Feng from the number one fighting hall is about to begin. This duel is related to whether or not our fighting hall can become the number one fighting hall in Satan City. We can't lose, you know that." Sun Wusheng said in a low voice. He put his hands behind his back, turned around and walked out. After taking three steps, he stopped again. "By the way, give me a copy of that Sun Wuben record."
"Ah … Oh, master, wait!" Ma Ke said. He turned around and rushed into a room next door. There was a package on the shelf here. Ma Ke opened the package and saw a large stack of records. The cover of the record on the top had the side profile of a teenager printed on it. It was Sun Wuben.
Ma Ke reached out and grabbed the record. His gaze fell on the teenager's face, and his eyes flashed with a trace of strangeness.
"Speaking of which, this Sun Wuben looks a little like master." Ma Ke muttered. He grabbed the record and rushed out of the room.
"Master, this is the record released by your grandson." Ma Ke carefully handed the record over.
"Mm." Sun Wusheng took the record. His gaze inadvertently glanced at the album cover. When he saw the teenager's side profile, the hand holding the record froze.
"Master, what's wrong?" Ma Ke asked, puzzled.
"Oh, nothing." Sun Wusheng put the record back into his arms, turned around and walked out of the training hall. He then walked into his room and took out the record. His gaze fell on the teenager's side profile. He sighed. "Similar, really similar."
There was no doubt that at first glance, Sun Wusheng felt that this was Sun Wuben's side profile. However, Sun Wusheng quickly came to his senses.
"Wuben, that child is in the Capital of the North. He should be in high school now. This child is promising. Unfortunately, I am not qualified to be his grandfather."
Sun Wusheng walked to the side of the cabinet. He opened the cabinet and took out a photo from the pocket of a Chinese tunic suit. It was a family photo.
Sun Wusheng's gaze fell on Sun Wuben's face in the photo.
"This child is 17 years old this year, right?" Sun Wusheng put the photo and the record together. The record and the photo somewhat resembled Sun Wuben. However, Sun Wuben just smiled bitterly. "I am really old and blind. I actually thought it was the same person." His gaze fell on the girl in the family photo.
"Mia, that girl is supporting the training hall alone. I don't know how she is now." Compared to Sun Wuben, Sun Wusheng's feelings for Mia are deeper. He also misses Mia more. After all, Sun Wusheng is always outside and rarely returns home. When he is outside, he always takes Mia with him. After taking her for ten years and not seeing her for four years, Sun Wusheng can imagine how much he misses Mia. In the past, he could still restrain himself. But today, after being stimulated by Sun Wuben's record, he suddenly couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart.
After sitting for a while, Sun Wusheng raised his eyebrows.
"That's right, Mia's cultivation is probably even more profound now. Now, my training hall is facing a life and death battle. If she wins, she will ascend to heaven. If she loses, she will leave. But that child Ma Ke is mischievous and not aggressive enough. Why don't I call Mia over? With Mia's cultivation, she will definitely be able to severely stimulate him."
Sun Wuben knew his disciple called Ma Ke very well. Although he is young, his self-esteem is very strong. Moreover, he is very mischievous and extremely lecherous. In front of women, his self-esteem is especially strong and he will never admit defeat.
Thinking of this, Sun Wusheng picked up the phone and dialed a number that he hasn't dialed for four years.
Silver Apricot Village.
Sun Wuben's training hall, Mi Er's room. Sun Wuben was talking to his mother.
"Du ~ ~ ~" The phone rang.
"Hello, you are …" Sun Wuben immediately picked up the phone. A voice came from the receiver. "Hello, Mia or Mi Er?" The voice sounded a little old, but it was full of energy.
Hearing this voice, Sun Wuben's eyes lit up.
"Grandpa!" Sun Wuben shouted happily, "I am Wuben. Grandpa, you have been gone for three or four years, right? Where are you now? Are you still healthy? "
"Haha, Wuben, you are very good. You haven't heard grandpa's voice for three years and you can still recognize him." Sun Wusheng said happily in the number 18 fighting hall.
"It's been four years. Grandpa, you rarely call today. Could it be that you are going home? Where are you? Do you want me to pick you up?"
"Four years?" Sun Wusheng was a little absent-minded.
"Wuben, is everything okay at home? Where is your sister Mia? "Sun Wusheng asked.
"Sister Mia is not here right now. There is nothing else at home. It is just my mother's illness …" Sun Wuben said.
"Is she short of money for treatment? Don't worry, grandpa has now opened the number 18 fighting hall in Satan City. I believe that you will soon be able to make a lot of money. "Sun Wusheng said," Oh right, is Mia not here? When will she come back? "
"There is no shortage of money. Grandpa, do you need sister Mia for something? Tell me, I can't say when she will come back. "
"Is that so, then … then … then forget it. When she comes back, ask her to give me a call." Sun Wusheng's voice had a trace of disappointment.
"Grandpa, is there something that you need sister Mia's help with?" Sun Wuben asked.
"There is something that I want her to come over for a while, but she is not here. Well, Wuben, you study hard and don't worry about other things. Our Sun family has been rough and violent for generations. Now that we finally have a scientist like you, the Sun family needs to rely on you to bring glory to our family. Well, long-distance calls are expensive. Grandpa will not talk to you anymore." Sun Wusheng said and hung up the phone. His eyes fell on the family photo again.
"Miya isn't here? Could it be that she went out to cultivate? Strange, Wuben should be at school at this time. Why is he at home? "
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