Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

Lu Jin said with a smile.

The door was pushed open, and under the light of the orange sunset, the pink-haired girl walked in.

I saw Mo Wen who was sitting next to me at a glance, and said happily, "Brother Mo Wen, where did you go, I just searched for you for a long time and couldn't find you."

Mo Wen smiled slightly: "I went to play with the mouse for a while, what do you want me for?"

Lu Linglong walked over, grabbing Mo Wen's arm involuntarily.

"We're going to have a bonfire party tonight, and we want to invite you to come with us, okay, brother Mo Wen?"

Campfire?

Mo Wen thought of something, before he could say anything, Lu Jin next to him said, "Hey, go, Mo Wen, it's rare for you juniors to get together, especially you kid, how many times have you been told not to come?"

"Haha, I will definitely visit Mr. Lu next time."

"Okay, I'll go to Linglong with you."

Seeing that Mo Wen agreed, Lu Linglong immediately grinned, and took Mo Wen's arm to say goodbye to Lu Jin and Zhang Zhiwei.

"Then let's go first, grandpa, old heavenly master."

"Brother Mo Wen, let me tell you, we have a plan tonight..."

Watching Lu Linglong and Mo Wencoug whisper and leave together.

A meaningful smile appeared on Lu Jin's face.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Lu Jin, shook his head slightly, and looked in the direction of Mo Wen's departure.

But he thought of what Zhang Chulan had said to him alone in the afternoon.

"Soul practice? Hey, what a headache."

evening.

Wang's residence.

Wang Ai's face was gloomy, his left arm was wrapped with a bandage, and he was half leaning on the bed.

And his precious great-grandson Wang Bing was by his side.

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Chapter 176 Wang Ai: I'm suddenly tired, I'll sleep

The sun was setting, leaving only the last ray of orange light struggling in the sky.

Then came the coolness of summer nights.

Wang's residence.

Wang Ai sat on the head of the bed, with half of his body leaning against the wall.

His face was a little ugly, and he seemed very tired.

On the side, Wang Bing looked at the grandpa's appearance with distressed and angry expression: "How dare he, Mo Wen, do anything to you and beat you like this!?"

"I'll notify my dad and uncle to come and settle the score with him!"

Wang Bing took out his mobile phone and was about to call and shake people.

But Wang Ai shook his head, and said to stop: "Bing'er, don't be in a hurry."

"You are hurt like this, how could I not be in a hurry!" Wang Bing was anxious and angry, and the concern for Wang Ai was evident in his words.

This made Wang Ai smile a little, but he looked a little tired.

"Don't worry, grandpa is fine. I will definitely avenge this revenge, but not now."

"I underestimated that kid's strength. He already has the qualifications to fight against us old guys. If he makes a move without any preparation, his strength will be lost in vain."

Speaking of Mo Wen, Wang Ai's face darkened.

He, Wang Ai, has been in the top ten for so many years, when did he fall into such a big fall?

I have never been injured at all!

Now being beaten up like this by a brat, if he doesn't take revenge, Wang Ai won't be able to swallow it!

Wang Bing poured a cup of hot water, handed it to Wang Ai, and said unhappily: "And Mr. Lu is really too much, he is just watching by the side, what the hell!"

"Speak carefully, Bing'er, be careful that walls have ears."

Wang Ai reminded me aloud.

But he didn't stop Wang Bing from scolding Lu Ci.

"That old thing Lu Ci just fell in love with Mo Wen." Wang Ai snorted coldly, looking at him kindly in front of others, but now he has a hideous face.

"Although I plotted against him, it was for his own good. In the end, I didn't appreciate it and blamed me."

"What a white-eyed wolf! Thanks to the hundreds of years of friendship between our Wang family and their Lu family." Wang Bing also scolded.

Wang Bing's performance made Wang Ai very satisfied, and he reached out to touch the head of his precious great-grandson.

But he found that this movement, which was effortless before, was as difficult to lift as if a huge boulder was tied to his wrist.

Even if the movements are a little bigger, Wang Ai will feel dizzy.

This made Wang Ai feel very wrong.

But I don't know why.

Even the accompanying alien doctor couldn't find the problem.

Maybe it's because I haven't played with anyone for a long time, or maybe it's because I'm old.

Wang Ai said with emotion in his heart.

Feeling exhausted physically and mentally, he looked at Wang Bing: "Bing'er, remember, don't provoke Mo Wen, that kid has already grown up, and you will suffer a lot if you go alone."

"When we go back, we'll settle the score with him. After all, he was the one who broke his face first, so we can do it!"

Wang Bing nodded seriously, and held Wang Ai's generous palm: "I understand, Grandpa, you don't look very well?"

For some reason, Wang Bing felt that Wang Ai's hands were a bit cold, perhaps because of the dim light, he even felt that the grandfather's skin seemed to be a little darker.

Logically speaking, seeing these abnormalities, Wang should not remind Wang Ai.

But for some reason, Wang didn't say anything.

Because of lack of energy, Wang Ai didn't notice the changes in his precious grandson, so he forced a smile: "My grandfather is old, and you young people will rule the world in the future."

"Go and rest, my grandfather wants to sleep for a while."

Wang Bin looked at the grandfather drowsy and felt strange.

It stands to reason that for the practitioners who practice Qi, physical injuries will not affect them too much.

Because qi can help people quickly adjust their physical state.

Especially for an old cultivator like Grandfather, but with a broken left arm and a slight displacement of internal organs, it would be a serious injury on an ordinary person.

But in the eyes of other people, this kind of injury is enough to rest for a while, and there will be no problem with the mental head.

Especially for an old practitioner like Wang Ai, the realm of life is not low.

Why do you feel like you're going to collapse at the slightest injury?

Doubts surfaced in Wang Bing's mind, but for some reason, he looked as usual, covering Wang Ai with a quilt with concern.

"Okay, I understand, Grandpa, you should rest well, and we will settle accounts with Mo Wen later."

"My dear grandson, my grandfather really did not love you for nothing. In the future, the Wang family will still be handed over to you."

Wang Ai smiled, then closed his eyes wearily.

He felt that he needed a good rest, and somehow it was difficult to breathe.

Wang Ai didn't see it, and Wang Bing had no reaction on his face. He stood up, glanced at the grandfather on the bed, and left the room.

Walking outside, Wang looked up at the dark sky.

He who used to be irritable and flamboyant snorted coldly.

"Heir?"

"Who knows?"

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at the same time.

Under a moonless sky.

An open area somewhere in Longhu Mountain.

The contestants during the day were happily surrounding the bonfire, drinking wine, grilling skewers, chatting and laughing.

Everyone is young, here, there is no competition full of desire to win during the day.

Even if someone throws a can and calls him Bu Sha Bilian, everyone will get along with him in harmony.

"Everyone, Brother Mo Wen is here!"

Suddenly, a sweet female voice sounded.

Everyone looked around after hearing the reputation, and saw Lu Linglong pulling a tall and slender young man with black hair, eyes that were deep and crystal clear in the night, walking towards him.

And after seeing the young man's face clearly.

The originally relatively peaceful atmosphere suddenly became lively.

"Damn it, it's Mo Wen!?"

"Mo Wen is here!"

"Good guy, including Zhang Lingyu and Zhuge Qing, haha, the favorites for this championship are all here!"

"Brother Zhang De, what you said is true, Linglong can really call your Palace Master here."

"Hmph, can my words be false?"

Mo Wen, who had crushed his opponent in two consecutive games, was already well-known at this moment.