Resurrection of Reiki: a Billionfold Talent

Even so, all the food on the table was spilled on the table.

When the mother and daughter saw Jiang Yuan's anger, they didn't dare to say a word.

"Call me and tell that villain to come back." Jiang Yuan said angrily.

Today, life in the city is peaceful, peaceful and prosperous.

But outside the city, various battles are taking place all the time, and countless endless beasts live in every corner of the earth.

Beasts fight with animals, people fight with animals, and even people fight with people.

Outside the city is a place of lawlessness, like a meat grinder.

Even if the great master goes alone, there is a possibility of death. Every year, according to news reports, the master does not know how many deaths, and the fall of the great master also happens from time to time.

Only in the city, the Sifang town generals, suppressing the territory, calming all the turmoil, and the pillar of the sky can exchange for this rare pure land.

Jiang Hao District martial artist dared to go out of the city, it was almost too long.

Jiang Yuan has only two children. Although he doesn't say it, they are all hearts.

"Dad, don't be nervous, I'll call my brother right now." Murong Xue quickly took out the phone, really afraid that her father would be too worried and pass away.

After all, in her eyes, her father was too old, and half of his feet were buried in the ground.

"Hey... Brother, where are you now? Come back quickly, Dad is angry." Murong Xue hurriedly said after the phone call.

Jiang Hao's calm voice came from the other end of the phone, "I'm at the gate of the community, I'll be back soon."

Jiang Yuan also heard the words on the phone, he didn't say a word, he just sat there waiting, Murong Qingyue and her daughter didn't move their chopsticks.

Not long after, Jiang Hao hurried back.

Almost as soon as he opened the door, a strong smell of blood swept through the entire living room.

Jiang Yuan condensed immortal cells, and his sense of smell was very keen. He smelled this smell in an instant, and his complexion became even more ugly.

When his son quietly left the city this time, there must have been a bloody battle.

Chapter 7: Ten Thousand Level Combat Power (10/[-])

"Dad..." As soon as Jiang Hao came back, he saw Jiang Yuan with an ugly face.

Jiang Yuan glanced at it, and was a little surprised to find out just from the fluctuation of his blood.

This kid's strength has broken through again, and his combat power has soared in just a few days. There are not three thousand battles, but two thousand seven.

But at a glance, a burst of anger could not help but come out.

Jiang Hao actually had three bruises all over his body, large and small, all over his body. It was not artificial, but was left behind when the beasts were fighting.

If it is not combed, it will be a hidden danger for a long time, hinder the circulation of Qi and blood, and even lead to complications.

Warriors should avoid dark wounds.

"You still know how to come back!" Jiang Yuan roared: "Why, with a little strength, it began to swell? Xiaoxue, where can I get the cane, see if I don't break his legs today, my last name is yours ."

Murong Xue couldn't help muttering, "You already have his surname."

"What did you say?" Jiang Yuan looked at her suddenly and said, "Why, you're itchy too, you want to be beaten, right? That's right, I'll even clean up with you today."

"No no no... I'll go get it now." Murong Xue hurriedly ran upstairs to get a cane.

Looking at the rattan with the thickness of the baby's wrist, Jiang Hao's eyes couldn't help twitching.

Jiang Yuan took the cane and directly hit him in the leg, but it was his own child, so he couldn't really interrupt it, and it was useless.

a snap...

Jiang Hao didn't dodge, he ate the whip abruptly, and the corners of his mouth opened in pain.

"It's tough, isn't it? I see how long you're going to be tough." Jiang Yuan said harsh words, and he hit him with another whip.

Jiang Hao gritted his teeth in pain, but he didn't fight back or dodge.

But Murong Qingyue, who was on the side, couldn't stand it any longer. She rushed up and stood in front of her and said angrily, "Stop beating. If you break your son, I'll stop you."

"Xiaoxue, pull your mother away from me." Jiang Yuan skillfully hit Jiang Hao with another whip.

"Xiaoxue, don't worry about it." Murong Qingyue glared at her daughter.

Murong Xue, who was caught in the middle, was stunned, she was about to sigh up to the sky: I am too difficult, one is my father and the other is my mother, what should she do?

She has no choice!

With Murong Qingyue blocking him in the middle, Jiang Yuan was not good at attacking, so he could only hit Jiang Hao's last bloody spot with his eyes and hands quickly.

"You are a woman, look at how your son has been spoiled by you, don't you know how dangerous it is outside the city?" Jiang Yuan groaned and walked upstairs with a wave of his hand.

After Jiang Yuan left, Murong Qingyue looked at Jiang Hao with a distressed expression: "Son, are you alright! It still hurts, your dad is also related to you, don't blame your dad."

Jiang Hao was a little depressed, shook his head and said in relief: "It's okay Mom! I'm not a child, I understand this truth, I don't blame Dad!"

"Hey... what are you going to do next time, tell your dad first, he's getting old, and his time is running out!" Murong Qingyue felt sour in her heart when she said this.

The limit of lifespan that the blood of a martial artist can provide is only ninety to ninety-five years old.

In fact, they all knew in their hearts that Jiang Yuan would leave at no time. He might go after a nap, he might leave tomorrow, or he might just sit on a reclining chair and bask in the sun.