In Suhe City, an SUV drove off the elevated road.

In the front seat of the car, Han Wenzhi and Chen Shu were sitting, both of them were silent, and their faces were a little indescribably strange.

"What's going on?"

Chen Shu frowned, and then spoke: "Lin Qingmei just called me, thank you very much, and say that the problem of capital operation has finally been completely solved." She, as well as her husband Jiang Mozhang, wanted to invite our family to dinner. ”

Han Wenzhi hit the steering wheel right and turned a corner: "No need to repeat, I heard it too." ”

Buzzing.

The car stopped on the red-light road, and the two couldn't help but look at each other, quite surprised.

Lin Qingmei, as the chairman, controls the capital flow of tens of billions of Chinese dollars, even if there is a serious problem and properly solves it, what does it have to do with her family?

Could it be—

Because of his son Han Dong?

Almost at the same time, Han Wenzhi and Chen Shu said in unison: "Xiaodong?

As soon as the words came out, there was silence.

The atmosphere in the car, like a picture scroll of silence, slowly spreads out, bringing out the shocking faces of Han Wenzhi and Chen Shu.

What is Lin Qingmei's identity?

That's the chairman of the company with a distinguished status, if there is a problem with the operation of funds, I am afraid that hundreds of millions of Chinese coins will be involved, and his son seems to be able to help?

Ahem.

Han Wenzhi thoughtfully: "Maybe Xiaodong met some friends with prominent families by chance in Jiangnan Academy, so he was able to help Lin Qingmei solve the financial problem." ”

However.

Chen Shu didn't answer, sat in the co-pilot's seat, clicked on the mobile phone screen, and seemed to be inquiring about something.

"No need to ask. Han Wenzhi looked at the red light that was still a minute away from the waiting time, turned his head and glanced at Chen Shu: "It makes no sense for you to ask Lin Qingmei, it's better to go home and ask your son directly." ”

Kiss.

Chen Shu clicked on the finger on the screen and froze.

"You, you see. She held her mobile phone with a shocked face and pointed to the news above: "Lin Qingmei's company had a serious capital turnover problem last month, and a mysterious rich man injected 10 billion Chinese dollars!"

Billion?

Han Wenzhi was taken aback, and smacked his tongue in surprise: "Big man, really big man, this is too rich." ”

Chen Shu continued: "This mysterious rich man is called Mr. Han. ”

Han Wenzhi was happy and started the car: "Mr. Han? It's really a coincidence, it has the same surname as me." ”

Silent.

After a long time, Chen Shu flipped through the online news two or three times and sighed: "But, but I always feel that this Mr. Han is ......."

"What?" Han Wenzhi wondered.

"This Mr. Han should be your son. Chen Shu looked at Han Wenzhi, who was stunned, and said with a straight face.

......

About ten minutes later.

Click.

Chen Shu opened the security door and saw her son Han Dong in the living room, hugging her crying daughter Han Qian.

"What's wrong with Xiaoqian?" asked Chen Shu.

"It's okay, it's okay. Han Dong wiped his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Shu looked at her son strangely, only to see that Han Dong's face was a little pale and sweaty.

"It's hot, it's too hot at home. Han Dong made an excuse.

He doesn't understand.

Who are the disciples of the Qingshan Sect?

Sister Xiaoqian, it's all big and small, and the world is cute.

"Still. ”

"Master's burst of inspiration, like a ferocious roar at the bottom of the abyss, almost shook my consciousness. If it is an ordinary martial artist, I am afraid that he will have a splitting headache. ”

Han Dong pondered quietly, inexplicably sad, and a river called sadness flowed in his heart.

Wrong.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Facts have proved that you must not have any illusions about the mentally ill, and you can kill everything if you are sick.

Follow.

Han Dong raised Xiao Qian, who had tears on her face, and said softly: "Xiao Qian, be good, don't cry anymore." ”

"Hmph. Xiao Qian twisted her little head to the left.

"Akane is so beautiful. Han Dong's head hurt a little.

"Hmph. ”

Xiao Qian twisted her little head to the right, her face showed a little arrogant, and then she burst into tears and smiled, revealing a beautiful shy smile, and said weakly: "Actually, Xiao Qian is not so beautiful." ”

Yes?

You're still a kid!

Han Dong wanted to speak but stopped, but stopped talking, as if he was holding his breath, why didn't he notice that his sister still had a tsundere's beauty-loving attribute?

"Brother. ”

Xiao Qian tilted her head.

Her face showed unprecedented panic, her big eyes were full of worry, and tears were rolling in her anxious eyes: "What's wrong with my brother?"

Han Dong was puzzled: "Brother is fine." ”

"No, no, Xiao Qian can feel ......" Han Qian stretched out her white and tender little palm, hesitated for a while, timidly touched her brother's chest, was stunned for a moment, and then cried bitterly: "Uncomfortable, brother, why are you uncomfortable?"

What the?

Han Dong's face froze.

"Woo. Xiao Qian stretched out her white and tender arms, hugged Han Dong's neck, raised her little face full of guilt, and sobbed: "I made my brother unhappy, woo, I'm sorry, my brother is sorry." ”

The other side.

Han Wenzhi and Chen Shu were preparing to wash the vegetables and looked at the living room.

"Dad, Mom, I can coax Xiaoqian. Han Dong hurriedly said a word, returned to the bedroom, and put Xiaoqian on the bed.

Han Qian sat on the bed, feeling extremely guilty.

Boom.

The bedroom door is closed.

"Xiaoqian, can you sense my emotions?" Han Dong swallowed his dry saliva, put his palms on Han Qian's little shoulders, and asked softly, "Come on, feel again." ”

Huh?

Xiao Qian stared.

Han Dong exhaled deeply, picked up his white tender little hand, put it on his chest, and stared at Xiao Qian: "What can you sense?"

"Surprised. ”

Xiao Qian is crisp and alive.

Hiss!

Han Dong gasped and looked around the bedroom, the sky blue futon, and the light-colored patterned wallpaper...... It was as if nothing but the slight ringing of the clock on the wall seemed to be silent.

Incredible.

Xiaoqian is really special!

After pondering for a while, he imagined the emotions of the anode pile in his mind, and asked again: "What now?"

"Excited \(≧▽≦)/"

Xiao Qian said in a milky voice, thinking that her brother was playing a game with her.

......

In her mind, there were clusters of fire and clouds, covering the sky and the sun - Xiao Qian was startled, and her face turned white: "Brother is so violent!"

......

Up and down her body, urging the flow of inspiration, just like the spirit of the Dinghai God Needle - Xiao Qian's mouth opened wide: "Brother is so thick!"

......

In his eyes, there was a fiery belief in the southern expedition of thousands of miles, ready to go-Xiao Qian suddenly pounced on Han Dong, hugging her brother tightly with her arms and legs, like a delicate and dexterous koala: "Brother don't die!"

......

After a while, inside the bedroom.

"The heavens are above. ”

"What kind of ability is this? Inspiration can't be so precise. Han Dong sat on the edge of the bed, his head a little confused.

"Go on. Xiao Qian stuck out her head and pushed her brother's chin.

"Let my brother rest for a while. ”

Han Dong cupped his forehead, his thoughts confused.

"Oh, yes. Han Qian tilted her head, leaned on her brother, and muttered, "Grandpa Ning told Xiaoqian not to tell anyone else." However, my brother is not one else. ”

Anyway.

She seemed a little tired and sleepy.

Whew, whew.

In the blink of an eye, Han Qian fell asleep, lying on the soft big bed with her small body, as if she was exhausted and overworked.

Ponder for a moment.

Han Dong sent a > about two or three seconds later, Ning Moli's faint voice penetrated the wall and echoed in his ears: "The specific situation, when you advance to the Martial Sect Realm, you will be qualified to know." ”

"Get stronger as soon as possible. ”

"In addition, before the Chinese New Year, the teacher will take you to recognize the sect of the Qingshan Sect. ”

After the transmission was completed, the wrinkled old face had a painful expression, as if struggling between life and death, hideous like a demon, violent like a fierce beast.

Terror swept in, and the building seemed to shake!

The sound of the voice, all the lives in the community, all felt the fleeting palpitations.

Sizzle.

Ning Moli took a cigarette in one gulp, and the ashes were scattered countless times, until the third box of cigarettes, his painful expression finally showed signs of fading, his thin body, a little rickety, and slowly shrunk on the dilapidated sofa.

"Aoyama Sect. ”

"My ...... Aoyama sect. ”

At the same time, on the opposite side of the building.

Han Dong covered his heart, sensed it carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm sick, Shizun is sick again." ”

He thought.

To reach the realm of the world's military generals, he may be able to barely touch Ning Moli's level of force.

But just now, just a roaring sound from Ning Moli made him freeze all over, as if ordinary people were facing the despair and depression of general-level ghosts.

"Master?"

"What realm is he, could it be above the Martial Sect?"

Han Dong pursed his lips, surprised, and guessed, with complex and indescribable ripples in his heart.

Weak.

After all, it's still too weak.

The truth that Xiao Qian has special abilities, as well as the secret that prohibits the whole people from practicing martial arts, will not be qualified to know until the Martial Sect Realm.

Wu Zongjing, is it so important?

Click.

The bedroom door was gently pushed open.

Chen Shu stood at the door: "Mom made you a plate of spicy tofu, as well as beef stewed potatoes, eat it quickly." ”

"Okay. ”

Han Dong turned his head and responded, "Xiaoqian is tired, I let her sleep first." ”

......

On the dining table.

Goo-dong.

Han Dong ate three pieces of spicy and fragrant tofu in one bite: "Dad, Mom, what's wrong with you." ”

The other side of the dining table.

Han Wenzhi and Chen Shu looked at each other.

"Xiaodong, your Aunt Lin's matter, you really helped out?" Chen Shu hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask.

Han Dong swallowed two slices of beef: "En." ”

Except for the incredible power of martial arts, everything else can be explained, and there is no need to hide it from your parents.

Moreover.

If he can advance to the Martial Sect Realm, his closest relatives are also qualified to know the truth about the martial arts world, which is nothing more than signing some confidentiality regulations.

"Good!"

Chen Shu patted the table lightly, unspeakably proud.

"Really?10 billion Chinese dollars?" Han Wenzhi was moved, and gently put down his chopsticks, a little incredulous.

Han Dong smiled slightly: "It's just a loan." ”

"I said a long time ago, that Mr. Han is our son. Chen Shu glanced at Han Wenzhi, who had fallen into the shocking ocean, and proudly picked up the potatoes.

Goo-dong.

Han Wenzhi's throat moved slightly, and he barely swallowed his saliva: "Ten billion, that's ten billion Chinese dollars." ”

His voice trembled.

His head was also completely confused, as if there were waves crashing on the shore, stirring a thousand layers of snow.

After so many years of hard work, 100 million is already an unattainable height, not to mention 10 billion Chinese dollars, Han Wenzhi really didn't know what to say, opened his mouth, but showed an indescribable smile of great relief.

"Good. ”

"Good son. ”

He didn't ask in detail, and Chen Shu didn't delve into it, and both of them felt indescribable pride and pride.

Because.

This is their son Han Dong.

At this very moment.

A strong sense of kindness appeared in the range of inspiration.

Han Dong frowned, glanced at the WeChat message on his phone, and then said goodbye to his parents and came to the door of the unit door.

"Zhanpeng, what's wrong?"

On the side of the unit door, there was a middle-aged man in formal clothes, carrying a bag of things in his hand, which was the high-ranking martial artist realm, Zhou Zhanpeng.

The strong kindness made Han Dong aware of it.

"Sir, excuse me. Zhou Zhanpeng bowed slightly and said in a low voice: "In two days, I have to go to the border to fulfill my obligations, come here in advance, and give you a New Year's greeting." ”

Anyway.

He respectfully handed over the handbag: "I heard that you like antique relics, these are the three ancient flying knives that your subordinates got by chance." ”

"Oh?"

Han Dong took the bag with a smile on his face, flipped through the rusty flying knife inside, and was about to speak, but his face changed slightly.

This moment.

When the right palm touches these ancient flying knives, you can clearly perceive a wisp of gray air in the flying knives.

Right.

Not a wisp, but a wisp!

The gray-white air current, like silk cotton wool, is thick and inexplicable, fluctuating, and seems to exist in the illusory space inside the flying knife!