Chapter 307

"Are you human or a ghost?" Jiang Nan greeted.

"Young man, what do you think?" The white-haired old man was speechless.

"Do you know that people can scare people to death?" Jiang Nan said.

"I just woke up, and seeing you two little ones, so affectionate, I was embarrassed to disturb you," the white-haired old man laughed.

"I'll give you credit for having some discernment," Jiang Nan said, "but your character is lacking."

"Oh? Why is that?" The white-haired old man was curious.

"Why? Peeking at people making love is even more impolite and immoral, you know?" Jiang Nan said.

"Is that so? I'm sorry."

"I didn't want to peek either; I just saw it when I woke up," the white-haired old man said with a smile.

The girl's beautiful eyes flickered on the side; did we look like that?

And this old man appeared strangely.

But she trusted Jiang Nan; he must be analyzing it too.

She was the same.

"Old man, we've chatted so familiarly, yet I don't know who you are," Jiang Nan said, "Do you live here?"

"Young man, you're not being straightforward either; if you want to ask about the old man, just say so, why beat around the bush?" The old man laughed.

"I just feel like I'm quite compatible with you, old man," Jiang Nan said.

"Hehe, young people should be thick-skinned; I wasn't like that back then, I was introverted and didn't like to talk, and I always suffered when walking the world," the old man said.

"Old man, your skin is even thicker to be able to say that," Jiang Nan said.

"Hehe, no more jokes," the old man said, "Young man, we are indeed quite fated."

"I said so, didn't I?" Jiang Nan smiled.

"Your smile is very fake; you don't believe the old man," the old man said.

"Let me introduce myself; I am Cang Kong, of the Demon Race."

"Cang Kong? I seem to have heard that somewhere," Jiang Nan said.

"Saint Cang Kong is the owner of this dojo; it is rumored that he passed away," the girl beside him changed color slightly and whispered a reminder to Jiang Nan.

"Oh, sorry," Jiang Nan looked at the old man, "I almost remembered that old friend again; it's her name, with one more 'well' character than yours."

"Hehe, I didn't expect the young master to be a nostalgic person," the old man said.

"That's natural," Jiang Nan said.

"Old man, oh, old man, didn't you kick the bucket?" Jiang Nan said.

"Young man, you really don't know how to speak," the old man's face turned a bit dark.

"Sorry, it's rumored that you kicked the bucket, and then many people came to your dojo to seek opportunities," Jiang Nan said.

"Are you the same?"

"We are not," Jiang Nan shook his head, "We were hunted down and fled here."

"You have a clever rabbit with three burrows here; you can hide people everywhere," Jiang Nan said.

"What an interesting young man," the old man's face was colorful, "Rumors outside say I am at least a Saint; aren't you afraid I'll be unhappy and take care of you?"

"Old man, you look kind; at first glance, you are a good rabbit... oh, a good person," Jiang Nan laughed.

"Old man, do you have any unfulfilled wishes? I can help you."

"I'm not dead yet," the old man said irritably.

"Oh, I see your complexion is yellow, your forehead is black... hehe, I'm not cursing you, but it shouldn't be long, right?" Jiang Nan said.

"I underestimated you," the old man sighed.

"You're right; I failed to break through to the Great Saint, and I was originally going to die. A little thing I didn't care about that I got from a ruin unexpectedly pulled me back at the last moment, but I don't have many days left."

"My inheritance, I don't want to make it cheap for those Holy Lands; a bunch of old fogies, they are all bastards."

"I didn't expect you to come," the old man said, "Heaven hasn't treated me badly."

"Don't tell me you want to pass on your inheritance or something to us?" Jiang Nan said.

"Why not?" The old man laughed, "Old man, I find you pleasing to the eye, and chatting with you is very comfortable; my Demon Race doesn't care about so much, as long as it's pleasing to the eye."

"I can also feel that your talent is very good, not inferior to those Holy Sons."

"How do you know I'm not a Holy Son?" Jiang Nan said.

"Hehe, Holy Land Holy Sons are not like you," the old man said, "They may be polite or casual, but the arrogance and sense of superiority in their bones exist naturally, which makes people sick."

"You just said you were being hunted; if you were a Holy Son, you wouldn't be in such a sorry state."

"At the same level, Holy Sons should have nothing to fear; the old fogies don't dare to hunt Holy Sons so blatantly; this is an unwritten rule among Holy Lands, and it's limited to them."

"And you said you didn't peek at us," Jiang Nan said.

"I've lived for thousands of years; I should have at least that much discernment," the old man said.

"I am of the Human Race," Jiang Nan said.

"The Primordial Races are powerful, and both the Demon Race and the Human Race are weak," the old man sighed, "Still, the same words: I find you pleasing to the eye."

"Otherwise, before my time is up, the things would be broken, and I wouldn't give them to you," the old man said.

"So, I'm that lucky?" Jiang Nan laughed.

"You could say that," the old man laughed.

"What about her?" Jiang Nan said.

"If you are willing to share, naturally you both have it; if you are unwilling, I will only pass it to you," the old man said.

"Old man, you're sowing discord between us again," Jiang Nan said.

"Hehe, I'm just telling the truth; after passing it to you, I will also turn to ashes, so naturally, it's up to you," the old man said.

"Girl, move aside a bit," Jiang Nan said.

Big Nannan was surprised and walked away a bit.

Jiang Nan struck a handsome pose, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don't bully the young for being poor; it is truly terrifying... Awoo..."

"..." Big Nannan, what is this guy doing? It feels a bit embarrassing.

The old man was also very strange.

"Young man, what other hatred do you have?"

"Hmm, I just had a sudden inspiration and wanted to recite a poem," Jiang Nan laughed, "I have some dog-shit luck too."