Strange, how did the sound outside get quieter? ”

Just when Ning An was puzzled, a middle-aged man in his 30s suddenly made a fight with Ning An's younger brother.

This middle-aged man has a rough face, although he is not vicious, but the young people will be terrified when they see him.

"What a deep effort! Master Yang, your son is not simple! ”

This man has a strong voice, he can still talk in a fight, and he really has some ability, the little devil who was invincible just now has no hands to attack others at this moment.

"Definitely!"

I only heard the middle-aged man shouting, and then he used his body to block everyone and wiped a handful on the little young master's forehead.

Then, the little young master, who was still in a daze just now, suddenly cleared up a little, and fainted after leaving a stream of blood on his nose.

"Thank you for this strong man's help, but does the strong man know what kind of illness my little son is guilty of, is it really a ghost?"

As if seeing a life-saving straw, Master Yang grabbed the middle-aged man's arm and hurriedly asked.

The middle-aged man laughed, "Zi Bu is silent, the power is confused, the ghost is pure nonsense, I followed the little master to your mansion." ”

Master Yang was puzzled and asked, "Oh, the strong man is because of his youngest son?" Can you help us out... This one... What the hell happened to him? ”

The middle-aged man said happily: "The little young master is gifted, and he is a natural martial arts practitioner, and I was still a little uncertain before.

However, I kept following the young master until I got to the present situation and I was sure that my guess was correct. ”

"I don't know what talent my son has? He didn't like words since he was a child, and his body was thin, how could he have the talent to practice martial arts? ”

Mrs. Yang asked, in fact, it was enough for her son to live a safe and stable life, and whether she practiced martial arts or not was a later story.

The middle-aged man continued: "Madam, please look at the flesh horns on the forehead of the little young master, this is an anomaly that has been present at birth, it is a rare three-flower gathering talent, and there is no one in ten thousand martial arts wizards!"

Ordinary people practice martial arts, and they may be able to reach this state in more than 30 years, but the little young master is born like this, and with a little guidance, he can achieve a career. ”

Hearing this, Ning An came to his senses: "Sure enough, it's Sanhua Judian talent, and my cheap brother is not a small role..."

Master Yang was also skeptical, and what he said was quite mysterious, but what if it was fake? In the end, the middle-aged man made another move to deter the Yang family, and a stone of several hundred catties was easily lifted by him!

"Awesome!" Master Yang was amazed.

In the end, the middle-aged man said that a person like the little young master can only get ahead if he is by his side, and only by practicing martial arts can he be respected.

Master Yang made a decision, so he let his youngest son worship the middle-aged man as a teacher, although it was a little sloppy, but he really couldn't stand the fingers of others.

"Sir..."

Mrs. Yang was reluctant, but she had no choice but to write down their whereabouts, and then reluctantly watched them take their youngest son away.

It's a pity that Ning An hasn't even had the chance to meet his own brother since he crossed over, just a while...

Sending away a trouble, Master Yang turned his gaze to Mrs. Yang again, and his face was full of coldness!

"You take him to move to a side house with you, it's decided! One more thing, you have to take out all the money in the family! ”

Mrs. Yang knew that he was talking about her eldest son, and she originally hoped that the younger son could tie Master Yang's heart and make that slut die.

And now, Master Yang's last concern is gone, what can he do to stop all this?

thinks that back then, he was his wife of Yang Zheng and Qingming Media, but now, he is not even as good as a play, it's ridiculous!

Compared with the two sons, it is nothing to suffer a little, even if he moves to a remote house, he doesn't care, but the money is reserved for the second half of his sons' lives, and he can't hand it over even if he dies.

Master Yang looked at Mrs. Yang with a resolute look, and he was extremely angry, and slapped Mrs. Yang in the face again.

Mrs. Yang's eyes remained unchanged, looking at Master Yang, she had the posture of not paying for her life today.

I don't know why Master Yang cares about this money, but seeing Mrs. Yang so humiliated, Ning An can't sit idly by.

Because he not only inherited the identity of his predecessor, but also inherited the cause and effect of his previous life, he has to support his mother!

Master Yang didn't give up, and threw out another slap, seeing that he was about to hit Mrs. Yang in the face, Ning An moved.

So far, it has been exactly three days since he descended on the Taiji world, and Ning An has finally fused the identity of this world and returned to his strength.

"Stop!"

Ning An's eyes were blazing, his hands were clapped, and the whole person jumped up from the bed, and then landed firmly on the ground, grabbing Yang Zhengqing's hand.

"Dalang! You... You... Are you standing up? ”

Mrs. Yang couldn't believe that her son, who had been paralyzed in bed for 20 years, could stand up one day? Is this a gift from heaven?

The youngest son was just sent away by Master Yang, and then the eldest son, who had been paralyzed for 20 years, actually stood up, and she had never been so shocked in her life as she was today.

"You... How do you..."

Yang Zhengqing looked at Ning An, a few words popped out of his mouth intermittently, and he didn't even say a complete sentence.

Too lazy to look at him, as soon as Ning An's hand was forced, Yang Zhengqing suddenly let out a miserable scream, and then Ning An let go of his hand, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Rebel! Unfilial son! I've been raising you for twenty years, but I didn't expect you to do it to me! Although Yang Zhengqing was surprised, he was more angry.

Ning An glanced at him suddenly, this is not an ordinary look, in the national arts, this is called eye fighting! It is a means of deterring the small.

Generally, people who feel guilty will become very flustered when they see Ning An's eyes, and Yang Zhengqing in front of him is no exception.

For the sake of his predecessor's father's face, Ning An didn't make a heavy hand, but in the past 20 years, Yang Zhengqing has never looked at himself squarely, and he is still qualified to talk about the grace of parenting?

"Mother!"

Turning his gaze to Mrs. Yang, Ning An gently spit out two words in his mouth, this was the wish of his predecessor for a lifetime, and today Ning An helped him realize it.

"Hey, son, how are you? Mother is so happy today, but the doctor has long said that you will never be able to do it in your life... No, they must have misdiagnosed! ”

She hasn't spoken for twenty years, and Mrs. Yang is also a little afraid, but thinking that the person in front of her is her son, what else is there to be afraid of?

Holding Ning An in her arms, Mrs. Yang felt that even if the sky fell, she was not afraid.

"Mother! In fact, I have been sober for the past 20 years, but I can't speak or move, but I know all the grievances you have suffered, and I will have ...... Don't worry! ”

When Master Yang saw the two of them hugging each other, he didn't feel good in his heart, but when he thought of his money, he suddenly relented!

"Slut! Get my money out of here! ”

couldn't bear it, Ning An punched Master Yang in the stomach, and he only used one point of strength for this punch, otherwise it was still a question whether he could survive.

"Old bastard, what the hell do you want money for!"

Yang Zhengqing said coldly: "I want to rebel!" ”