Super Three-child Dad: Sign In To Become the Richest Man

Ding Ye saw that it was a biscuit.

The key is that it is in the shape of a bone.

Isn't this dog food?

Ding Ye's face suddenly became dark, and he couldn't even lower his mouth.

"Brother Han told you to eat it. Are you deaf?" Sun Feixiong raised his hand and slapped Ding Ye on the forehead.

This slap fan was not heavy, but Lord Ding rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

Jiang Han directly gave this cargo a stare of death.

Sun Feixiong scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "Brother Han, yes, sorry, I'm excited, excited."

"Die, then forget it, make up for him." Jiang Han waved his hand.

"Not dead, not dead!"

Ding Ye was very consciously pinching people, and he woke up: "Jiang Ye, I will eat!"

As he said this, the hero lowered his head tremblingly.

Because his arms were maimed by Jiang Han, he could only lie on the ground like a dog, swallowing biscuits in his mouth.

The taste of biscuits is sweet and fragrant.

After eating it, the whole body pain was greatly reduced without saying anything.

The only bad point, it's harder!

Lord Ding's gums were soft, and he could only chew while chattering, and the blood and blood flowed.

"How does it taste?" Jiang Han was curious.

What kind of animal food can make other animals become foodies, and they are willing to be driven by the Mayans.

"Hackle, harp."

Lord Ding couldn't respond, like a three-year-old child, completely immersed in the joy of biscuit.

At the end of the meal, this product didn't forget to scrape the halazi at the corner of his mouth with his hands and put it in his mouth.

Looking at the beauty Ding Ye eats, Sun Feixiong and the others are a little dumbfounded.

It's just a piece of dog food, is it so delicious?

Um!

The effect visible to the naked eye should be very delicious.

"Brother Han, does this thing really make people obedient?" Sun Feixiong asked in a low voice.

"Of course, or you try." Jiang Han smiled.

"Master Ding, called Grandpa." Sun Feixiong pointed to Jiang Han.

Without a word, Master Ding respectfully knelt at Jiang Han's feet, wheezing with his tongue and shouting: "Grandpa, grandpa..."

"Fuck, this is not food poisoning, right?" Sun Feixiong widened his eyes.

Jiang Han also felt something was wrong.

What he wanted was Lord Ding, not a dog.

Can this thing do a bird job?

"Wen Yan, how to break it?"

Ask Wen Yan for something, Jiang Han summoned decisively.

A soft smile came over: "Master, this is a tame beast. It can make them follow instructions like pets. When they digest, they will regain their instincts."

"understood!"

"Go, take him up."

The smell of blood in the room was too pungent, and Jiang Han decided to heal Lord Ding first.

"These……"

Sun Feixiong pointed to the corpses all over the ground.

"It's easy to say."

Jiang Han's right hand was soft, and countless black auras filled the corpse like a spider web.

Soon, the corpse turned into blood.

Sun Feixiong and others shuddered.

Fortunately, it was a friendly army, otherwise it would really disappear in minutes.

Arrived at Mingyue Pavilion.

Jiang Han asked people to find the golden needles, and treated Ding Ye's injuries with the Nine Yang and Thirteen Needles.

After tossing for most of the day, Lord Ding had recovered his soul.

After bathing and changing clothes, this Dongzhou elder came to Jiang Han respectfully.

"Little Liu Ding, see the master." Ding Ye nodded and bowed, flatteringly.

"Ding Dong."

"The panel has been updated, do you want to check it."

Check!

Jiang Han opened the panel and added an additional column.

Pet: Liu Ding.

Age: 55.

Fighting skills: Tiger Fist.

Level: Dacheng realm of internal refining.

Super equipment: None.

High IQ.

Power value: two stars.

Loyalty: 100.

Evaluation: This pet is extremely loyal and a reliable helper.

Reminder: Pets are fed at least once a month, otherwise they may betray.

Bull beep!

A piece of pet food, loyalty is bursting.

Looking at the double arrow next to this panel, it seems that it can be further developed.

Thinking of this, Jiang Han smiled and looked at Sun Feixiong.

Sun Feixiong shuddered inexplicably: "Brother Han, don't look at me, I don't eat that stuff, and I'll be with you."

"Don't worry, you don't have that blessing."

Feeding once a month, this bag is not much, Jiang Han really dare not give it casually.

"Liu Ding, sit down!" Jiang Han raised his hand.

Liu Ding sat down on the chair respectfully, but his head was hung down to his crotch.

"Something, you have to buy..."

Just as Jiang Han spoke, Liu Ding took out a bank card and a bunch of keys from his pocket: "Master, this is all my assets. The treasures, antiques, and medicines in the inner library are all here."

this!

Jiang Han was embarrassed.

He originally wanted to blackmail a little bit, but Liu Ding didn't expect Liu Ding to be so powerful.

"Well, then I will keep it for you."

"Good job!"

His is his own, and Jiang Hanshun naturally took over the wealth of Ding Ye.

"Thank you, Master." After Jiang Han's praise, Liu Dingle blossomed.

"From now on, Mingyue Pavilion will still be controlled by you, and I will help you." Jiang Han said.

"It is a small blessing for the master to be able to serve you."

"Small ones must fulfill their mission..."

Seeing Liu Ding's rainbow fart was endless, Jiang Han raised his hand to stop and let him go down to heal his injuries.

"Miss Song, is the tea good?"

Jiang Han came down and asked with a smile, Song Ziyi who was drinking tea.

When it comes to drinking tea.

Song Ziyi was flustered inexplicably.

Today is a cup of tea, which caused a terrible murder.

"Drink it well."

"Little girl, thank you Jiang Ye for saving her life!" Song Ziyi hurriedly got up and thanked him.

Zhou Da also owed his thanks.

"You don't need to thank you, just settle the money."

"Save you and Zhou Lao, and give you a friendship price of 20 million."

Jiang Han is not interested in heroes saving beauty, he only recognizes money.

That kicked the ground, scrapped a spar, and secured 8 million.

Coupled with the wear and tear of the battle clothes, it was all sorts of things.

It is absolutely conscientious to receive only 20 million.

Song Ziyi did not hesitate at all, took out the check and wrote it and handed it over.

Jiang Han looked at it, 190 million?

"One hundred and seventy million was cut by Master Jiang for me, and Young Master Ping is the trust of Mingyue Pavilion. This money should be returned to you."

"The other twenty million is my life-saving money." Song Ziyi explained with a smile.

"One yard owned by a yard!"

"I only need twenty million!"

Jiang Han took a look at this woman with admiration.

She should be short of money, very short of money.

But being able to calculate the accounts clearly at this time shows that she is very smart.

It is no wonder that a woman can control the underground forces in the North State for many years.

Troubled times are approaching.

In addition to money, what Jiang Han lacked most was people.

Song Ziyi is undoubtedly a good candidate, the key is that she is still very beautiful.

"Thank you, Lord Jiang." Song Ziyi didn't refuse, but took it back and wrote the check again.

"Miss Song, I'm very curious, why are you so short of money if you sit in Beizhou?" Jiang Han asked with a smile.

"Isn't it the same for Lord Jiang?" Song Ziyi smiled charmingly.

Jiang Han didn't ask any more.

After chatting for a while, Song Ziyi got up and resigned.

"Jiang Ye, Ziyi will definitely give back to the place where he can get Ziyi in the future."

At the door, Song Ziyi bowed again to be grateful.

"Good to say!"

Jiang Han smiled and said goodbye to the two.

When he was far away, Zhou Da glanced around, and after making sure that there was no one, he whispered: "Miss, why don't you tell him bluntly, maybe this master can..."

Zhou Dabi made a decapitating gesture.