"Daddy......"

Finding that his father's eyebrows were tightly locked, Rong Anran didn't know what to say.

It turned out that he, when he encountered this kind of thing, he just watched and waited quietly, waiting for his father to take the initiative to tell him, or not to say anything or ask, even if his father didn't tell him, it didn't matter, but today, he wanted to ask.

"I don't know either!" Although his son didn't say the problem, he Rong Zhihao knew what his son was referring to: "Maybe we don't usually pay attention to let them find something special--"

"Is it because ......" Rong Anran thought for a while and continued: "Because I ...... at sea"

Rong Anran told his father about his first pretending to be dizzy at sea.

"Oh, that makes sense!" The infrared detection has been subtle, and in order to find his son, he didn't even think about it from this side and flew on the sea, no wonder......

Rong Zhihao took his son and walked slowly along the way home.

"You're looking for death!"

A two-wheeled battery car with a speed of at least fifty miles slid past Rong Anran's side, throwing out more than ten meters away, and two men with five big and three thick feet got up from the ground with a hum and smashed their fists at Rong Anran.

Rong Zhihao looked at the environment: he was walking on the zebra crossing, and there was a green light in front of him.

After confirming that he was right, the fists of the two drunken men were about to hit Rong Anran's head, and his son was preparing to fight.

It's no wonder that Rong Anran, in purgatory, he has suffered too many losses, he doesn't believe that mortals will be more difficult to deal with than evil ghosts, because he has had purgatory experience, he is no longer afraid of fighting, and even a little eager to try.

"Stop!"

Rong Zhihao has not fought, but he believes that even if it is his son, those fists hit him, he will be fine, and after he washed his scriptures and cut the marrow, he hit himself with a wooden stick.

Out of his father's instinct, Rong Zhihao directly protected his son behind him, raised his hands, and blocked the fists of the two of them.

"Huh?"

The fists did not hit Rong Zhihao, to be precise, the two fists were only attached to Rong Zhihao's hands, and his hands were not stressed at all.

Why didn't they knock it down? Could it be a discovery of conscience? Or was it a fear of Skynet video?

Wrong!

Rong Zhihao didn't look at the other party's hands, because, the fists of the two drunks who were five big and three thick were still a little terrible, and they should be separated as soon as possible, after all, he had never really fought, let alone tested the degree of resistance of his body in actual combat; the key was that he had never fought, and in the face of two drunks, his hands were more or less trembling, and he didn't know whether it was because he was afraid or because he was overly nervous.

The first thing he pays attention to is the other person's face, because, from the face, he will see the other party's next move and intention.

So, Rong Zhihao saw two frozen faces, yes, frozen, like when he was watching the video, he clicked the pause button, his expression was a little hideous, but he was frozen.

"This ......" Rong Zhihao was puzzled, but this was a crossroads, and he was still standing on the zebra crossing in the center of the road, and besides, he didn't want to have a pointless argument with others.

The pedestrian's green light began to flash, Rong Zhihao quickly pulled his son out of the center of the street, and walked onto the sidewalk on the side of the street, only to turn around, only to find that the two drunk men were still standing in the middle of the street with their fists raised.

"What the hell is going on?"

Looking at the traffic that bypassed the drunk man and the battery car that they fell more than ten meters away, Rong Zhihao suddenly realized: "Is it ......?"

"Let's go!" to the two drunks who raised their hands, Rong Zhihao issued a command from the bottom of his heart......

"What the hell is going on?"

"Hell, it can't be a stroke, right? Why couldn't I move just now?"

The drunk man resumed his actions, and waved his fist at Rong Zhihao's father and son in the distance: "Boy, if there is a seed, stop...... Don't let me touch you next time!"

It's not that they don't want to chase, but they are blocked by traffic, so they can only scold and get angry.

"Definitely!" Rong Zhihao issued another command in his heart.

Of course, the two guys paused again......

"Move!" Rong Zhihao hurriedly gave another order, and then pulled up his son: "Go, go!"

"What's wrong, Dad?" "Dad who has always been unfazed, what happened today?

"What's going on?"

"It should ...... I guess hell......"

One of the two drunks was still confused, and the other had begun to be afraid, and his voice was a little trembling: "Let's go, let's go quickly......"

Twice in a row they were inexplicably frozen, and although the second time was only for a moment, they were scared.

"That's not right!"

While walking, Rong Zhihao, who was looking back and paying attention to the drunk, suddenly thought of something, thought of the Skynet at the intersection, and said to himself: "Will it be discovered?"

"Daddy--"

"It's okay, let's go, if it is discovered, it is also a kind of fate!" Rong Zhihao touched his son's head: "If it weren't for the fact that cultivation would affect the growth of vegetation and destroy the ecological balance; if it weren't for the fear of being famous, maybe I would have published our results a long time ago; our achievements belong to us, and even more to all mankind--"

"Dad, why did you suddenly think of this?" In the past, when this kind of thing happened, Rong Anran also didn't speak, but today he did.

"Actually, Enron, all our discoveries, gains, and many inexplicable feelings should be regarded as 'enlightenment', Hongchen experience, that is, all kinds of perceptions, until understanding-application, or understanding-letting go!"

"Then these two guys are not related to the wind and horses and cows you realized, how can you ......?"

"An Ran ......" Listening to his son's words, Rong Zhihao's eyes showed a little worry, but he finally didn't say anything......

Put it down, I just said that I put it down, why can't I let it go?

Rong Zhihao blamed himself in his heart: I know that everything is fate, why am I entangled again?

No matter what happens to the son, this is the fate of the son, besides, now that the son is by his side, isn't that enough?

Thinking of this, Rong Zhihao put a smile on his face again: "Go, son, dad has a harvest - an unexpected harvest, a great harvest!"

"Tell me, Dad!"

At this moment, Rong Anran is no longer the original Rong Anran, who doesn't care about anything, and Rong Anran, who came back from the dead, has reverted to an ordinary child: very curious, coquettish, and naughty in the conversation with Ba Yingjing just now.

Rong Zhihao didn't know whether he should be happy or sad: what must have happened to his son, did it happen when he was in the fugue?

"Let's go, let's go home first!"

Although everything is fate, Rong Zhihao has already thought about it, but because of care, Rong Zhihao still wants to know what happened to his son as soon as possible.

There is almost nothing to eat at home, because Rong Zhihao doesn't need to eat, and Rong Anran doesn't need it; when you want to eat, you can buy it once every ten days, or once a month.

"Enron, what happened to you these days?" Rong Anran sat directly on the bed opposite his son.

"Me?" Rong Anran thought for a while, his mouth was deflated, and tears flowed, but soon, he wiped away his tears: "Dad, you still tell me what you just gained." ”

Rong Zhihao looked at his son worriedly, sighed, and said in his heart: "Perhaps, if I tell him this happy thing, he may be better." ”

"That's the case, those two guys hit you just now, I was in a hurry, and I sent out a divine thought, I didn't expect that I could really fix them. Rong Zhihao smiled: "It scared me...... Then I tried it on them again, hehe--"

"Oh--I see......" Rong Anran didn't have much joy, he just frowned.

What Rong Zhihao didn't know was that Rong Anran realized that he might not be able to practice anymore because of his explosive pill, and he was extremely depressed in his heart, plus he actually tried it with his divine thoughts when he was in purgatory, and it was useless for Xiao Bu at all, but he had a feeling of being restricted.

However, his father had such a harvest, and he was also happy for him.

Therefore, Rong Anran smiled: "It's great, Dad, congratulations!"

"How to ......" Rong Zhihao's heart sank......

Every bit of his own harvest is also the harvest of his son, why does his son seem to have nothing to do with him?

"Enron, tell me, what's going on these days!" Rong Zhihao was anxious and worried.

"That's right, Daddy......"

Rong Anran told Rong Zhihao everything that happened after his soul left his body, and he was very careful about fighting people in purgatory, he knew that Rong Zhihao would understand that martial arts could be ignored under the premise that the earth had such a high skill, but when it came to other people's places, martial arts might be very important.

"They should have heard your call and sent me back!" added Rong Anran.

"But......" Rong Anran frowned again: "I have used my divine sense in refining, just like you just now, I also naturally used my divine sense when I had no choice, however, instead of having an effect, I felt suppressed by the other party!"

Hearing that his son was suffering in purgatory, Rong Zhihao's tears couldn't stop falling, but he was a cultivator after all, so he quickly calmed down.

"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the ghost spirit that entered purgatory, which is particularly powerful, but mortals are different. ”

Rong Zhihao remembered his guess at the beginning of his cultivation: If his divine sense is strong, his learning speed will increase several times and dozens of times, and this conjecture has been vividly reflected in his son. Isn't it ten lines at a glance, haven't you forgotten it?

For ordinary people in the real world, even if they are not divine consciousness at all, they can only be said to be a kind of mental power, that is, the scientific 'power of thought', which cannot be weaker.

"Well, too!" Rong Anran is also a cultivator after all, and he understands these theories at all.

Faced with his son's strong understanding, Rong Zhihao couldn't be happy at all, because his son was too calm.

"What else is going on?"

Like his son when he was a child, Rong Zhihao gently stroked his son's head.

"Daddy......"

The warm father's love melted Rong Anran's frozen heart, and the grievances and despair in his heart flowed out together with the tears that burst out of his eyes......

"Dad, I'm bursting, woo--"

"What ......"

Rong Zhihao whirled for a while: "How can this be? How can it be ......like this?"

"How can this be...... Rong Zhihao hugged his son into his arms, his heart was in turmoil, and he could only silently accompany his son to tears, the unexpected gain just now could not dilute the sadness in his heart at all.

Son, but his hope--

He can fail, he can be reincarnated, he pinned everything on his son, son, is the proof of his theory, his son is his own ideal, his own dream!

Now, his son has exploded, and his dream has been shattered.

"Enron, my poor child......" Rong Zhihao finally cried bitterly......