Chapter: 3664
He looked at the old urchin, and obviously felt that the old urchin's eyes were a little different.
"Who are you?"
The old naughty boy glanced at Jiang Ning, squinted his eyes slightly, and seemed to be thinking, who is this person in front of him? The memory in his mind was a little chaotic, and he couldn't sort it out for a while.
"I'm Jiang Ning."
Jiang Ning said, "You can't remember again?"
The old urchin's amnesia seems to happen anytime and anywhere, and the things he often forgets are different.
He patted his head, as if he was beating an old object, and it could be restored to normal use after a pat.
"Jiang Ning? That kid who knows Ji Dao boxing?"
Jiang Ning nodded.
"I remember, I remember,"
The old urchin shook his head and patted his forehead, "I remember, you have been to my castle and seen my coffin..."
"My coffin!"
He seemed to remember it all at once, and sat up suddenly, "My coffin!"
"Destroyed?"
He looked at Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning nodded: "It was broken by Mr. Lang's slap, and I brought it back."
The old urchin immediately jumped down, the expression on his face didn't look like anger, but more like unwillingness and distress.
He immediately followed Jiang Ning to the backyard.
His coffin was placed in the hall, and several engineers were carefully studying it.
Seeing Jiang Ning coming, they immediately shouted respectfully: "Mr. Jiang, repairs can be repaired, but for some details, we need the cooperation of the old man."
Jiang Ning nodded and looked at the old urchin.
"I brought back all the fragments. These are the best engineers. They are sure to restore the coffin to its original appearance."
The old naughty boy touched it with his hand and shook his head: "It's useless."
He sighed, and gently stroked the coffin planks with his palms.
This kind of coffin is all made of thousand-year-old wood. Now it doesn't matter if you can find the thousand-year-old wood, even if you can find it, there are no craftsmen who can make another one.
Repaired things are naturally inferior to intact coffins.
"It can't be repaired, it's just restoring the shape, it's useless, forget it."
He withdrew his hand, a little bit reluctant, but there was nothing he could do.
"That bastard is forcing me, leaving me with nowhere to go."
The old naughty boy snorted and said with emotion, "He's still as cunning, treacherous, and bottomless as before." JrNovels.com
"Who are you?"
The old naughty boy glanced at Jiang Ning, squinted his eyes slightly, and seemed to be thinking, who is this person in front of him? The memory in his mind was a little chaotic, and he couldn't sort it out for a while.
"I'm Jiang Ning."
Jiang Ning said, "You can't remember again?"
The old urchin's amnesia seems to happen anytime and anywhere, and the things he often forgets are different.
He patted his head, as if he was beating an old object, and it could be restored to normal use after a pat.
"Jiang Ning? That kid who knows Ji Dao boxing?"
Jiang Ning nodded.
"I remember, I remember,"
The old urchin shook his head and patted his forehead, "I remember, you have been to my castle and seen my coffin..."
"My coffin!"
He seemed to remember it all at once, and sat up suddenly, "My coffin!"
"Destroyed?"
He looked at Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning nodded: "It was broken by Mr. Lang's slap, and I brought it back."
The old urchin immediately jumped down, the expression on his face didn't look like anger, but more like unwillingness and distress.
He immediately followed Jiang Ning to the backyard.
His coffin was placed in the hall, and several engineers were carefully studying it.
Seeing Jiang Ning coming, they immediately shouted respectfully: "Mr. Jiang, repairs can be repaired, but for some details, we need the cooperation of the old man."
Jiang Ning nodded and looked at the old urchin.
"I brought back all the fragments. These are the best engineers. They are sure to restore the coffin to its original appearance."
The old naughty boy touched it with his hand and shook his head: "It's useless."
He sighed, and gently stroked the coffin planks with his palms.
This kind of coffin is all made of thousand-year-old wood. Now it doesn't matter if you can find the thousand-year-old wood, even if you can find it, there are no craftsmen who can make another one.
Repaired things are naturally inferior to intact coffins.
"It can't be repaired, it's just restoring the shape, it's useless, forget it."
He withdrew his hand, a little bit reluctant, but there was nothing he could do.
"That bastard is forcing me, leaving me with nowhere to go."
The old naughty boy snorted and said with emotion, "He's still as cunning, treacherous, and bottomless as before." JrNovels.com
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