"The so-called martial arts is to use the power of qi and blood in one's body to nourish one's body and then have very strong power. ”

An Qing jumped down from An He's arms, grabbed a heavy stone on the ground, and handed it to An He, with a slight provocation in her eyes.

An He took the stone, held it in the palm of his hand, rubbed his five fingers, and the originally hard stone silently turned into powder and slowly flowed down from An He's palm like quicksand.

"Wow, Daddy is so good!" An Qing pretended to applaud.

An He's vanity was greatly satisfied at this moment, and he smiled arrogantly.

"But why is Dad still so afraid of Mommy?"

"......" An He felt that someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head, looked at An Qing's smile, and said in a pretentious gesture: "Dad, that's not afraid, dad loves mom, and if you love someone, you will become coward......ly."

"Then can you beat your mother?" An Qing then asked.

"Uh......"

An He looked at the sky, turned his head and laughed a few times, trying to fool himself like this, but his pants were tightly grasped by a small hand, and what caught his eye was An Qing's curious gaze.

An He squatted down and looked directly at An Qing, "Dad is a martial artist, Mom is a witch, one is the power of the body, and the other is relying on spells." So you get it?"

An Qing came to her senses and nodded as if she didn't understand.

An He exhaled a long breath at this time, but fortunately he still kept the last bit of image in the girl's mind.

"It turns out that I still can't beat it. An Qing muttered quietly.

An He suddenly felt a mouthful of old blood blocking his heart.

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