He Has a Dragon

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When Qilin learned that martial arts are divided into innate and acquired because of a conversation with his mentor, and began to look forward to Wang Le's early visit to the Red Wall Courtyard, Wang Le had already returned to Xiao Yuanfang's residence by car.

At this time the night was dark, Wang Le sat on the sofa in the living room, made himself a cup of tea, spat out the residual blood in his mouth, and then nestled on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

In the fight against Qilin today, at the very beginning, he didn't have the mysterious power in his body, that is, the innate power that the old guy said. As a result, he was punched by the Qilin who used the ancient method, causing internal injuries.

Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the battle between the two of them is fast and dizzying, and there is no other attraction. In fact, they are wrong. Although each of their moves is ordinary, it is the most concise killing move. In the middle, if it were another person, even if he didn't die, he would lose half his life.

Every move is full of peak strength, and Qilin's punch is exactly like this, otherwise it would be really difficult to get injured with Wang Le's perverted physique.

Later, Qilin hit Wang Le's back with two more powerful punches. If it wasn't for his innate strength to protect his back, Young Master Wang would definitely fall.

Wang Le, who closed his eyes and rested his mind, thought about the process of fighting with Qilin, and had to sigh secretly that the ancient method taught to Qilin by the old guy was really powerful. Later, he had to use his trump card to break the magic eye, so that he could see through the truth and find the hiding place of Qilin, otherwise Otherwise, they can only rely on their innate strength to be beaten passively. In the end, the outcome will be unpredictable. It depends on who can last to the end.

At this time, the mysterious power in Wang Le's body (Well, Wang Dashao thinks that the mysterious power is better than the innate power) is constantly circulating in the injured part of the back spine, slowly repairing some cracks Bones, healing injuries.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Yuanfang returned home in another special car. When he entered the living room, he saw beads of sweat on Wang Le's forehead. He seemed to have lost his breath and sat quietly on the sofa. Here, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, but he didn't dare to speak out to disturb him.

Just when Xiao Yuanfang was about to leave the living room gently, Wang Le's eyes slowly opened, and he said with a smile: "Tonight, there is a big fight."

The reason why Wang Le said that was because tonight along the road all the way to the Forbidden City, the dark places were covered with troops guarding on duty.

Xiao Yuanfang chuckled, and replied, "Where are the five old leaders staying, whoever has an opinion dares to stand up, I guarantee that he won't be beaten to death."

After a pause, Xiao Yuanfang still couldn't help but asked with concern: "Your complexion looks bad, did you get hurt just now?"

Wang Le was also very frank about the foster father's question, and with a wry smile, he said: "Fortunately, the boy still has some means, so he is safe from danger. No matter how serious the injury is, he will be fine after two days of rest.

Otherwise, the signboard of the invincible and undefeated seat of God would have been smashed to pieces by that junior tonight. "

"I have to say that the old guy's methods are unpredictable. This junior has acquired his true legacy, and he is already very different from the strongest trump cards he has cultivated in each period, including the kid. His strength is more advantageous in the contest of life and death. No wonder the snake lost to him."

Xiao Yuanfang showed a pensive look, then looked at Wang Le with a half-smile and said: "It seems that the old man has not really figured out your cards, and the result tonight must have made him depressed, but you are a boy who was cultivated by him. , How could he not know your real cards?"

Wang Le chuckled, and said: "You think that a person like the boy who climbed out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood will die suspiciously and cautiously all day long, for fear of being tricked by others, how could he not prepare some life-saving trump cards."

Xiao Yuanfang couldn't help laughing when he heard Wang Le's words: "No wonder you took it lightly before the decisive battle. You weren't nervous at all, so you were already prepared."

After a pause, Xiao Yuanfang ordered again: "Then you can rest at home for the next two days, recover from your injuries, and go to the Red Wall Courtyard to visit the elderly when your body recovers."

I saw Wang Le shook his head and said: "This injury is not a problem. I didn't talk much tonight because the place is not suitable. I have some things to ask him for advice tomorrow."

In this way, the father and son chatted a few more words, and saw that it was already one o'clock in the morning before they went back to their houses to rest.

When Su Zhendong and Sunan returned home, they saw Su Yunping and Mi Hui who had returned to Beijing for a meeting sitting in the living room waiting.

"Dad, is Wang Le okay?" Seeing his father coming back, Su Yunping hurriedly stood up and asked concerned.

At this moment, Su Zhendong was in a state of panic, so he didn't have the heart to answer, so he walked to the sofa and sat down. Su Nan, who followed behind, took the uncle's question with a smile, and replied: "Uncle, Wang Le won."

As soon as the words fell, Mi Hui, who was making tea for the old man, interjected: "Fighting has no eyes, winning or losing is not important, I'm afraid that child Wang Le will be hurt."

"Eh!" Su Nan was afraid that his uncle would avoid the important and ignore the good news, but he didn't expect to be spotted by his careful uncle, and he didn't know how to respond.

Su Zhendong, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at Su Yunping and his wife, and replied: "Wang Le is injured, but I heard from old man Mu that he should be fine, and he will be fine after a few days of recuperation."

Speaking of this, Su Zhendong sighed, and continued in a very uncomfortable way: "How is the grandson injured? It's ironic that a grandpa dare not go up and ask, but has to learn from other people."

At this time, Sunan, who was already sitting on the first sofa, comforted: "Grandpa, I believe that Wang Le will slowly untie his knots with time, and he will definitely return to our Su family to recognize his ancestors."

Hearing the comfort from his eldest grandson, Su Zhendong couldn't help showing a look of gloom, and said quietly: "By then, I, the grandfather, must have already gone to see Marx."

The three people in the living room felt sore when they heard the old man say such sad words.

After a while, Sunan broke the silence, changed the topic, looked at Mi Hui, and asked with concern: "I'm too busy these days, I haven't come back to see Yang Yang for some days, is his condition better?"

Mi Hui smiled and replied happily: "It's much better than before, the most obvious thing is that the pain on his body has disappeared, and he can sleep well at night, and the saliva from his mouth would flow non-stop before, but now It's all gone."

Sitting beside him silently, Su Yunping with a serious face couldn't help showing joy when he heard that his son's condition had improved, and then it darkened again, with a bitter expression on his face, because he thought of another son, who said he wanted to kill himself How could this biological father be happy.

"Wang Le is injured now, it seems that the treatment of Yang Yang will have to be delayed again." Mi Hui said softly.

The three men in the room also nodded. Su Yang's illness can be counted on Wang Le. It can only be said that it seems that things are not easy, and waiting is the only way.

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