Age of Conquest Reborn

The person who entered the door was a tall figure, still covered with snowflakes. He was tall, wearing a white stubble sheepskin coat, a fox fur hat on his head, and a pair of shoes on his feet. He was full of aura.

Spirituality and capable temperament are like the old red pine standing tall on the mountain.

The red face, what impressed me the most at first sight was his eyes, which were very bright, very energetic, deep, with insight into the world, calm as water, and peaceful, but if you look carefully, there will be something in his eyes from time to time.

There was a ray of cold light, like the undercurrent running beneath the surface of a frozen river.

When I looked into his eyes, I felt like I was being seen through. But his eyes now are full of love and relief, revealing irrepressible relaxation, concern, and deep concern. To be honest,

His appearance is nothing like my father in the previous life. They are two completely different types of people, but their eyes are very similar. Looking at him, I ignored his

His appearance and thoughts were completely affected by this gaze. In a trance, I felt like I had a long conversation with my father in my previous life. My eyes couldn't help but get wet. In an instant, I was lost. I couldn't help but feel psychologically.

The feeling of dependence is like a child lost in the dark who suddenly sees the lights reflected outside his own window and the familiar figure under the lights!

"Dad, you're back!" When I shouted this, naturally, even subconsciously, my heart was melted by the strong family affection. All the strangeness and uneasiness disappeared, and a feeling of blood connection filled my heart.

But life, yes, although my thoughts and ideas were brought from my previous life, my current body is actually his flesh and blood.

It is he who gave life to this body, and my soul and consciousness can be entrusted with something, so that my life can be reborn in another way. Say goodbye to everything in my previous life. I will always be with him in my future life.

Everything about me is closely related to him. He and my current mother will be the most important people in my life in this world where I am reborn.

"Yes, Qiu'er, Dad is back, he's awake." He didn't speak much, concisely, and brightly. Under deliberate suppression, there was a slight tremor, which showed how excited he was. His voice was thick, rough, and had a certain

It has a metallic texture, strong penetrating power, standard baritone voice, and has the potential to become a singer.

"Qiu'er, look what Dad brought back for you!" He said, pointing to what Mom was holding. I took a closer look, wow! It's the famous Jiang Baiyu, which is delicious, especially in

Winter is rare, rare, especially in this age without industrial pollution. Just thinking about it makes me want to eat it.

Everyone got up hurriedly and greeted my dad one after another. It was obvious that they were very familiar with each other, and there was a tacit understanding and closeness that they had experienced many things together. "What's up, brother? I said Xiaoqiu is fine.

Well, I have a good foundation from childhood, but it is so easy to get into trouble. The doctor we invited said that whether he can wake up depends on the child's fate, bullshit! I wanted to kick him out at that time.

No, only two

"Three days, it's like nothing happened," the second uncle said in a loud voice, "Why are you so impatient when talking and doing things? You are a man in your forties, and you don't know how to control your temper." My father said to me

The second uncle said, with an elder brother's dignity in his tone, but more of an appreciation, yes, that's right, appreciation. The second uncle smiled, touched the back of his head in embarrassment, and fell silent. It seems that the second uncle

It’s not that I’m afraid of my second aunt, I’m also quite in awe of my dad.

My second uncle is so different from my dad, not in appearance, but in their temperaments. If my second uncle is like a gleaming sword, with a cold air and an exposed edge, my dad seems to be hiding behind

The sword in the sheath, unless it is taken out of the sheath, others will never know where its edge lies. It is interesting that two people with two different personalities are from the same mother. From the perspective of my previous life, I really can't tell the difference between the two.

Which trait is better, both are good, it’s hard to choose. If you learn from any one person, it will be a lack and a regret. Whatever, just learn all the advantages of the two old people, absorb them, and integrate them, wouldn’t it be

Is it my unique signature, Tang Qiuli? In popular terms, it is my unique masculine flavor. That’s it. I felt a little proud and secretly made up my mind.

Dad came to me, sat down next to me, touched my forehead, then reached out and gently took my arm, put the three fingers of his right hand on my pulse, and closed his eyes slightly

, I felt a stream of heat flowing along my meridians and traveling around my body. Wow! Dad still has internal energy. This is definitely a person with internal energy. The internal energy he emits cannot be hidden from an expert like me.

Slow, wait! The natural internal energy in me is much deeper and purer than my father’s. It’s not on the same level. If he finds out that his sixteen-year-old son’s internal energy is much deeper than his.

Many, incomplete, a mixture of emotions such as surprise, ecstasy, fear, puzzlement, doubt, monster, disbelief, etc.

Under the control, I lost control of my mind, went on a business trip with my inner strength, and went crazy. Maybe it could kill me, who had finally come back to life. My youth has just bloomed, and the delicate flowers of the motherland cannot withstand the devastation.

I have to think of a way, at least now I can't let dad know about my inner power.

I had an idea, I pretended to be a little tired, closed my eyes slightly, mobilized the internal energy distributed throughout my body, and slowly tried to transfer it elsewhere. Wherever my father's internal energy went, my internal energy exited.

Under the exploration of my spiritual sense, the two internal forces in my body are as clear as a movie. One is advancing and I am retreating, and the other is passing me.

Come on, inside my body, my father and I fought a guerrilla battle with my internal energy. During the retreat, I did not forget to make some tiny wounds from time to time on my already healed body. There was no way, if I didn’t do this, I would

It's not very realistic to show off the truth. It will arouse dad's suspicion. Just explaining it will take a lot of spitting.

My internal strength was retreating while causing injuries, which was not easy. "It's easy to say, try it." But it was causing damage to myself. I felt my dad's breathing became a little heavier.

Exploring the injuries in my body, while working hard to repair my injuries, poor dad, I have to work hard for you, old man

Now that we are home, I have to do this. God, forgive me. One day, I will fulfill my filial piety to my father. I will go up to the mountains to hunt game for him, go down to the river to fish for fresh fish, and make up for his shortfall today. I know

, if he does this for a week, his own skills will be consumed a lot, and it is not like using his own internal power to heal himself, that is two different things.

By the way, should I leave some internal energy to make my father feel more at ease? After carefully weighing the pros and cons, it’s better not to take the risk, because I don’t know the source of my father’s internal energy at all. If I let him know that the internal energy in my son who has been taught since childhood is not

If he taught me, then there would be trouble

, you can’t fall off the cliff and change your internal strength, right? That’s too perverted, no one will believe it even if you beat it to death. Do you believe it if you tell me? I don’t believe it anyway, why are you fooling a child? This is what I have seen since I was a child.

My biological father, who raised me up, doesn’t know what I am like!

I don’t dare to take this risk. I will simply lose all my internal strength. By the way, my memory will also be damaged. Otherwise, when I see other people, I don’t recognize them? I can’t tell you. Zi Wu Mao You, please die, you pig head.

Ah! I have lived in this place for sixteen years. I was born and raised here and have never left. Everyone is here.

I don’t know you anymore, I don’t even remember anything. Damn it, who can believe it? Even though I have memories from this life, they are a bit vague and I can’t be sure. I might as well just suffer a loss of internal energy and damaged memory. There is still room for coping.

, I am not cunning or insidious, I am forced by the situation, ah, forced by the situation.

My father's internal energy, after running in my body for a week, actually circulated for another week, as if I was afraid of leaving any hidden dangers. You know, internal energy circulates in other people's bodies for one day and two weeks. That is not the same thing.

, the cost is a geometric multiple, it is not as simple as your own internal force running in your own body, with the same root and the same source.

I felt my dad's internal energy slowly withdrawing from my body. I opened my eyes and found that there were faint beads of sweat on my dad's forehead. His originally dark face was a little pale and looked very tired.

Look, I was deeply touched. This is my father. If maternal love is like the sea, then father's love is like a mountain, which is your eternal support.

Dad took a short rest and saw the probing eyes around him, especially my mother's worry, and said lightly: "It's okay. I used my internal strength to nurse him back. I think he will be able to go to the ground in the next few days," including mine.

Everyone, including my mother, was happy, and no one paid attention.

I realized the deep regret and deep love in my father's heart. I knew that he felt sorry for my loss of inner strength and loved me for my experience. This is my father, connected to my body and blood.

My father, I quietly swallowed the tears I felt.

In the winter in the Northeast, it gets dark early. As we were talking, it started to get dark. At this time, everyone got up to say goodbye and were about to leave. My dad and my mom stopped me and said, "Don't go, don't you?"

Everyone got together and caught up with Qiu'er's injury today. The wild boar I shot last time was still freezing in the tank outside.

Don’t leave even the fresh fish. Let Qiuer prepare the dishes. Let’s have a few cups of wine today and be happy! It’s been a long time since I drank with everyone. Don’t leave anyone else.

Brother, come here, have a good time!" "Qiu'er, let's finish the meal. Don't forget, Qiu'er's favorite mushrooms, put more in the wild boar meat."

"Hey, everyone, sit down, smoke, drink water, wait, it will be fine in a while!" My mother agreed hurriedly, walking to the kitchen, "Auntie, I will help you make it." It was Sister Ling.

"Oh, that's great. With Ling helping me, it will be faster. The river fish stewed by Xiaoling is something that everyone in the village can count on. Everyone will be in luck tonight." Mom happily grabbed Ling.

My sister's hand can't hide her smile

With it on her face, it seems that my mother also likes Sister Ling very much. After saying that, the two of them walked out. At this time, Aunt Zhang, the second aunt, and the third aunt also went to the ground to help in the kitchen.

After helping the woman out, only a group of Kanto men were left in the room. In an instant, the male atmosphere filled the room, making my blood feel like it was about to burn...

(To be continued)

Off-topic: Xiaojin was delayed on some things today, so the update is a bit late. I’m sorry to everyone, and I hope all book friends will understand!