Ren Jie was the one An Ning watched growing up, and the one who knew him best.

No matter how well Ren Jie disguises himself or how flawlessly he wears the mask, An Ning can still notice something is wrong with Ren Jie immediately.

In An Ning's eyes, Ren Jie has always been a strong child. The death of his biological parents gave him a strong shell.

During the ten years he lived in Jincheng, no matter how hard his life was, Ren Jie never showed such an expression.

An Ning knew that this time, Ren Jie was afraid that something big would happen to him, and it would hit him hard.

Asked by An Ning, Ren Jie almost broke his guard. His nose was sore and his mouth was slumped, as if he was going to cry in the next second.

But he still hugged An Ning silently, grinned and said: "It's okay, Mom~ don't worry about me..."

When children come home, they always report good news but not bad news.

Ren Jie didn't want An Ning to worry, but after encountering so many things, Ren Jie still instinctively wanted to go home and take a look.

Jincheng is gone, but where there is peace, that is home...

Maybe...he just wants to find a shoulder to lean on. Outside, Ren Jie can be the shoulder that countless people can rely on, but at home, An Ning is the one Ren Jie can rely on.

An Ning's eyes were full of heartache, she patted Ren Jie's back and kept comforting her softly.

"It's okay, kid. If you don't want to talk, just don't. Are you being wronged outside? Don't be afraid. Come back when you're tired!"

"Why don't we stop being genetic warriors? With our ability, it will not be a problem to support our family."

"No matter what decision you make, mom will always support you, good boy..."

Mother's arms must be the warmest corner in the world.

An Ning didn't know that there was no turning back on the path Ren Jie took, and he could only continue walking.

Achieve the pinnacle or die on the road, there is no third option.

But An Ning's words made Ren Jie suddenly realize.

Yes...the sky hasn't fallen yet, and I'm already much better than before, right?

Be strong and don't let mom worry.

I saw Ren Jie grinning: "Hey, Mom! It's really okay. I...want to eat your fried shredded potatoes..."

An Ning smiled and rubbed her eyes: "Okay~ Mom is going to work now, don't leave today, stay here to eat, the room is enough!"

Looking at this heartwarming scene, Lu Chen pursed his lips and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes: "I miss my mother a little bit..."

Mo Wanrou touched Lu Chen's head: "Do you want me to hug you? Seeing how pitiful you are, I can shine a little bit of my motherly glory!"

Lu Chen:???

"If I need maternal love, I should go to Sister Jiuli, right? What's the use of hugging me?"

Jiang Jiuli's mouth twitched, he retreated tactically, and waved his hands one after another:

"Thank you for the invitation, Shuan Q, no hugs, no disturbance~"

Mo Wanrou was seen staring at Lu Chen, with veins popping out on her forehead, and her teeth almost grinding out sparks.

Ren Jie snickered and said: "Wanrou, if he doesn't want to feel the glory of mother's love, you can also let him feel the iron fist of father's love!"

Mo Wanrou's eyes glowed red: "That's exactly what I meant!"

…

At the dinner table, the team members showed off their food crazily, and there were four old men who came to enjoy the meal, plus a Mr. Shui Jing.

Ren Jie and the others chatted about what happened after school started and how they would live their academic life in the Demon Hunting Academy, and Tao Yaoyao began to make crazy revelations about Ren Jie's dark history again.

The atmosphere was extremely harmonious. No one mentioned the attack last night. It seemed that everyone had forgotten the incident, as if it had never happened.

But everyone knows that last night's battle was a thorn in everyone's heart...

It's not that I forgot, I just don't want to mention it, because as soon as that thorn is touched, everyone's heart will be pricked with blood.

While cooking, Mr. Shui Jing glanced at Ren Jie from time to time, and then sighed...

Take a look, sigh, and say nothing.

Ren Jie's face turned dark: "Old lady Shibu, you must be a good Chinese medicine practitioner, otherwise I would have contracted some incurable disease just by your sighing method."

"Fortunately, I'm in good health and I eat deliciously. Speaking of which... now that things have happened, you don't still have any bad thoughts about me, right?"

Mr. Shui Jing said bitterly: "I do, but I'm afraid you won't be able to swallow it!"

"I've finished eating. I'll leave the table first and you guys can eat~"

After saying that, he put his little hands behind his back, leaned on a cane, and left the room with a sigh. Ren Jie looked at him with a puzzled look on his face...

But Mr. Shui Jing stood in the courtyard, looking up at the dazzling sun...

"Night ghost...the devil in the heart...eh~"

"Is it really what I expected? But... with his temperament, how could he..."

"Fate... I still can't see through it..."

After finishing the meal, Jiang Jiuli started to help clear away the dishes, but Lu Chen, Mo Wanrou and others had their thoughts set on these old men.

After all, if there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, there are so many treasures in the martial arts hall. If you finally come here and learn one or two moves from them, wouldn't it be a loss?

But after the meal, Stinky Chess Basket stepped forward and patted Ren Jie on the shoulder, raising his eyebrows and saying:

"Eh~ brat? Play chess with me...?"

Ren Jie rolled his eyes: "Haven't I already defeated you? Do you want to learn from me?"

"Sorry... I have nothing more to teach you, this chess god. Thousands of moves are combined into a secret. The one who moves first wins, so go back and practice rock-paper-scissors, it will work!"

The stinky chess player's face turned green: "What the hell, backgammon? Even elementary school students can't play, I'm talking about Go!"

As he spoke, Shiqi Zizi's expression became serious.

Ren Jie was startled, then nodded and said, "Okay! I'll accompany you..."

…

In the pavilion of the Guoshu Pavilion, Ren Jie and the stinky chess basket sat opposite each other.

Several old men were paying attention intentionally or unintentionally, with a solemn look in their eyes.

I saw the stinky chess basket raising his hand and placing it on the chessboard, tapping it with his fingers. For a moment, endless clouds of mist emerged from the chessboard, and the surrounding scenery disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, there was only one table, two chairs, one tree and two people left in the world. Ren Jie held the white piece, and the bad chess basket piece held the black piece. The two sat opposite each other and played chess.

It's just that there are already chess pieces on the chessboard on the table.

Among them, there are many black stones and only a few white stones. White stones are at an absolute disadvantage. Although Ren Jie is not very proficient in Go, he can still clearly see the advantages and disadvantages.

If the white character makes a few more moves, the move will be dead.

Ren Jie's head was full of black lines: "Isn't it? This is the end game? How to play this? No matter how you look at it, Bai Zi can't win, right?"

"You are a master of chess. In order to show your chess prowess, shouldn't you hold the white piece? This is obviously bullying?"

Revenge! Definitely revenge, right?

He just wanted to take revenge on me for beating him in backgammon.

But the stinky chess basket said with a serious look: "It's the endgame. Neither you... nor I have the capital to start playing chess from scratch."

"And you...can only hold the white piece, because you were born...the white piece, and it cannot be changed or changed!"

Ren Jie was suddenly startled, lowering his head and staring at the endgame on the chessboard.

What kind of chess is being played here?

It is clearly the general trend of the world!
Chapter completed!