king assassins
second generation, third generation

The moving wheelchair before Jun Xies eyes, sitting on it was a skinny middle-aged man in his thirties, on top of his feet was a thick satin layer. Her bright eyes stared at him; her brows were like swords, slanting upwards to her temple. His body exuded a cold natural aura and killing intent! Deep within his eagle-like eyes emitted a faint glint of disdain. Although not much, it is still obvious!

If this man's feet were not deformed, he would be a husband with the quality of a jade tree! Incredible, fearless, steel-bodied hero! Judging from the rest of the aura that might be seen within his brows, he must have been a very decisive army general, commanding tens of thousands in a bloody war.

"Third uncle?" Jun Xie stopped. Looking at Jun Wuyi who was sitting in a wheelchair, Jun Xie recalled from his memory that this third uncle had been reduced to someone who could only continue sitting in a wheelchair, unable to do anything about it, another messed up freeloader bided his time. But Jun Xie was currently able to sense that this Third Uncle who had been living in a wheelchair for so many years exuded an extremely familiar aura, this aura making his spine goosebumps!

Killing intent!

The killing intent was so thick, it even stirred Jun Xies heart!

In order to have a unique and unique fighting spirit, one must be baptized in the fire of a hundred battles, an iron-willed war veteran who fought his way out through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood! This aura was akin to a ray of incomparable sharpness of the eye, which could not be buried even after it was broken, the brilliance of coercion that shone throughout the sky!

However, that peerless sword was currently being wrapped under its sheath!

In Jun Xies entire life, he could only meet at most two or three upper class people, each of them holding a monumental position in the military. These iron-blooded brave generals were the type of people Jun Xie admired the most! Actually, Grandpa Jun was also one of them, yet, Grandpa Jun was already an old veteran, reaching the point where his cultivation allowed him to hold back his aura, keeping them hidden the entire time. Jun Xies encounter with Grandpa Jun was only precious moments; therefore, he failed to detect it!

However, Jun Wuyi had yet to reach a state of guarding his aura, his entire being was no different from peerless swords. Even though the blade was stored under its sheath, an astonishing sword qi could be felt leaking out. Naturally, one must have Jun Xies level of consciousness to detect it, an ordinary man like the likes of Jun Moxie would never realize this even if he were to beat them to death!

Even though the peerless sword had been removed, left hanging on the wall, it would still emit a dragon howl in the middle of the night! This roar signified the thirst for blood that had been engraved on his bones!

"How rarely do you call me your third uncle," Jun Wuyi raised his head, his dark eyes staring sinisterly at his nephew: "Moxie, do you seem interested in becoming a second generation ancestor?" After speaking, he suddenly sighed, wondering what was wrong with him today. Why did he suddenly feel like talking to a stain on the wall that could not be developed at all?

Jun Xie stared at him for a long time, but his eyes were focused on Jun Wuyi's deformed waist and legs, then he suddenly laughed: "Third Uncle must be joking, "Third Uncle must be joking, you are the original second generation ancestor, and I am the best only third generation ancestor. The peaceful and happy life of the third generation was more than enough for me. ”

Eh? Why is this child speaking in this tone today? Even though his words had thorns, they did not have the arrogance and arrogance of the past.

Hearing Jun Xies reply, Jun Wuyis eyes gleamed, sharp rays twinkling in his eyes, similar to lightning rays piercing through the darkness of the night sky! He suddenly laughed loudly, shaking his head, he asked, "Do you know the difference between second generation ancestors and third generation ancestors?"

"Oh? Aren't they also useless hitchhikers and just waiting for the call of death? Is there really a difference? "Jun Xie raised his eyebrows, his words filled with thorns. Watching an esteemed iron-blooded man like Jun Wuyi, whose gaze could give lightning and thunder as their money fell into a miserable state of depression, Jun Xie could not help but feel sorrow!

Jun Wuyi's eyes glittered with bitterness and unwillingness, but soon disappeared. Placing his hand on his lap, he lifted his head and said: "This statement is a big mistake, how could there be no difference? Each separate world! The second generation ancestors were fathers who laid the foundation with their blood so that their sons could sit down and enjoy the fruits of their labor. The sons will not face any difficulties in their lives. As long as they were born with mouths capable of eating, they would not die and could even enjoy a life of luxury. However, that was not the case of a third generation ancestor! "

He looked Jun Xie in the eyes, then laughed before continuing: "The so-called third generation ancestors, not necessarily the ones born to the third generation, but those who are the successors of the third generation. That is, grandfather laid the foundation but the line was broken halfway through during your father's era, leading to the third generation! If your father is still alive, then you and I will become second generation ancestors. I'm from the Grandfather's generation and you're from your father, that's the only difference. "

Yes, they call themselves ancestors.

I suspect they have a mindset that they will be able to pave the way for future generations to call them that or something.

Jun Wuyi's words were originally meant to counter the useless phrase Jun Xie fre freeloader waiting for the death call ’. But as he continued to speak, a feeling of sadness appeared in his heart. Is this really the end of the great Jun family? A family, who had once risen in rank, had now fallen to such a level! His first and second brothers were killed in battle, he himself was crippled; the two nephews he placed his hopes on also ended up dying in battle, their bodies lost; the; the only remaining Jun family lineage was this stupid trash Jun Moxie!

At this point, Jun Wuyi felt himself losing interest, he did not even have the strength to say anything more.

Jun Xie was silent for a moment, before grinning and laughing: "Actually, I can also be a second generation ancestor." How could Jun Xie not understand Jun Wuyi's words? What he wanted was for Jun Wuyi to say those words!

Jun Wuyi accidentally coughed twice, his interest increased but he lazily asked: "Oh?"

"If Third Uncle can become a 'tree' and create a comfortable place for me, won't I be able to become a second generation ancestor?" Jun Xie smiled.

A glint of anger appeared in Jun Wuyi's eyes as he asked in a low voice: "Moxie, are you mocking your uncle here?"

Jun Xie looked at him, suddenly asking: "Do your legs have consciousness?"

"No!" Jun Wuyi turned his head to the other side, his heart becoming increasingly annoyed with his nephew. Jun Moxie clearly knew that she really hated hearing about her disability, yet the boy kept bringing her up. Back then, at least he was not direct about it, but now he was actually asking it on his face. A descendant who did not even know how to show his respect to the elders, they were better off without him!

"Have my waist ever been broken before?"

"No!" Jun Wuyi's anger erupted: "Cursed boy! If my waist is broken, will I still be able to live to this day? ”

“I mean, at most only your meridians are broken? You dealt with a fraudulent gesture? "Jun Xie's eyes lit up, it seemed like someone had cut off his meridians or eroded them using a dangerous poison, causing them to shrink and wither. If that was the case, as long as there was no shortage of blood or qi, then there was still hope. With his knowledge in the field of medicine, there was still a chance to recover. After all, this man was still relatively blood in this world, and also someone who impressed Jun Xie, an iron-blooded man with high fighting spirit.

In Jun Xies mind, since he had the capacity, then he had to help this iron-blooded daredevil stand up again, even in cases where he was not his own uncle!

Jun Xie looked at him, slowly asking: "I heard that you were injured on the battlefield, but to do this to you on the battlefield would be much harder than just killing you. Why do they do it? In order for your enemies to do this to you, they seem to want you to suffer a life worse than death? ”

Those words pierced straight into his sore spot, causing Jun Wuyi to clench his teeth, the veins on his forehead twitching several times. Taking a deep breath while panting, he could barely control himself before replying: "What does this have to do with you?"

Realizing that he was guessing correctly, Jun Xie smiled, he moved forward, held onto the wheelchair and asked: "Third Uncle, do you want revenge?"

"Look at me now! Can I talk about revenge? ”Jun Wuyi's face flushed red, his face fluctuating, extreme hatred emanated in his eyes; after a long time, he sighed: "I am currently nothing more than a basket!"

Jun Xie smiled gently, "What if I have the ability to make you stand up again, Third Uncle?"

This sentence was like thunder exploding in his ears!