Cannon Fodder His Dad

Wu Qun is no longer able to complain about this small world. Since he can be in the golden book, it definitely means that there is a heavenly way to maintain the operation of this side of the world, but you can see, this broken three views, without any rules and regulations. Come, he felt that he was quietly in front of the Tianjianmen Sect Master, and it seemed impossible to hide in the mountains. He must have the right to be in control of the world and set things right. It seems that this is his responsibility? It's quite exciting to think about it.

But how to fulfill this requirement of exorcism? He doesn't know how to spell, and he doesn't know how to ward off evil spirits with cinnabar, so he started to call his real golden finger again, "Bai You, how do you expel foreign souls?"

"Kangdang" A good-quality book smashed into Wu Qun's head with a loud sound. The quality of the book was not bad when he heard it. He is a soul, yet he was smashed again and again by the physical book that Bai You threw over.

Opening the "Eight Thousands of Techniques", Wu Qun only saw what was written on the first page: Please concentrate your mind and think silently about how to open the second page. What you want, it's in the back!

Fall, are you kidding him? Are you still teasing him?

But there is no way, Bai You throwing things out is already considered good, if he doesn't say anything, his world will be over.

Time to meet this female star general.

When you close your eyes, you don't feel pain when you open them? I stood up and checked my hands and feet. There was nothing wrong. It was really rare.

Look at the sky, it should be around noon, look at the house, a futon, a sword. There is a portrait of Sanqing on the wall. In front of the portrait is an offering table with fresh fruits.

Wu Qun moved his body for a while, recalling what time and what node was this?

"Dad, Daddy, come here quickly. Dashi Street is going to compete." A son with a big tongue outside the house was calling. Wu Qun felt that he should show his son first if there was a problem with the tongue. If there is a problem, it should be cured as soon as possible. .

As soon as Wu Qun opened the door and went out, a half-sized bun stood in front of his door, raised his head and looked at him with big eyes.

"Hao'er, have you done your homework today?" Wu Qun asked while touching Baozi's head. In my heart, I am very happy. The steamed bun is still small, which means that he has enough time to plan his affairs.

"Report to Daddy, I did it." Wu Hao said this without a problem.

Wu Qun observed silently, pinched Wu Hao's chubby little face, and said, "Hao'er, will Dad give you some treatment for your stuttering problem?"

As soon as Wu Hao heard this, his eyes dimmed immediately. Such an old child also needs face, and his heart actually wants to be treated, but every time it brings endless harm.

"Father, no need. Don't waste your money." Wu Hao lowered his head and said.

The number one sword in the world, Wu Qunzhi, the sect master of Tianjianmen, is a poor man!

Wu Qun suddenly realized that the original body didn't seem to be rich, so how could he make his son believe him.

"Haoer, don't worry, Daddy has money to treat you." Wu Hao said as he picked up the half-sized bun.

Wu Hao struggled for a while, and said from the rest of Wu Qun: "Dad, the nest is eleven years old, you can't hold the nest anymore."

Wu Qun was stunned for a moment and looked at the steamed bun that only reached his chest, Eleven? Why so short?

Are you born bad?

Is it stuttering too?

Wu Qun touched Baozi's head, and said while holding the hand he was holding, "You are also father's son when you are 100 years old."

A child should look like a child, pretending to be mature.

"Well, father's moth." Wu Hao nodded and said.

Wu Qun was happy. Although this son has a big tongue, not every syllable is.

"Hao'er, let's not go to see your senior sister competing, let's go to Old Man Mo, okay?" Wu Qun grabbed his son and put it on his back, and ran towards the top of the mountain.

Qinggong is a good thing. Wu Qun was separated by a world and felt that the original body's kungfu was a little weak.

It seems that I have to pick up Lian Lian, for nothing else, just to run fast, fly over the eaves and wall or something. As for swordsmanship, if you look at the original skill column, they were all emptied by Bai You. Obviously, it is to let yourself practice the martial arts of the world. Practice it. Anyway, you are familiar with it. Also, there should be something behind it like "Eight Thousand Magic Techniques".

I can't take care of this now. I'd better familiarize myself with the skills of the original body first. This thing is not empty. There are so many people, so many eyes looking at people, no matter what, it is necessary to change the situation step by step. Row.

On the top of the mountain, Old Man Mo was playing the qin. He looked very much like Bai You, but the sound of the qin was much more cheerful than Bai You's.

"Old man Mo, I have thought of how to cure Hao'er." Wu Qun's temperament in this life is straightforward and unrestrained.

"Oh, where did you find the ancient books and remedies, let me see." Old Man Mo stopped, looked at Wu Qun and said.

"No, I just agree with your opinion, but can you also cut the underside of the tongue." Wu Qun was talking about the root of the tongue, which is not how it was called in this ancient world. He can't be too professional as a martial artist.

"You're not afraid of cutting the child to waste." Old Man Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Qun.

Wu Qun nodded and said: "It's a problem, then I'll practice my hands, you say I'll come."

Old Man Mo was delighted, and with a slap on the thigh, the graceful temperament of playing the qin before was instantly lost.

"Okay, then you practice, I'll give Hao'er Ma Fei San in the past few days." Old Man Mo replied immediately, and by the way, he was about to leave with Wu Hao.

"Hey, old man Mo, where are you taking my son?" Wu Qun was worried, but it was a precedent for such an old son to be kidnapped again.

"What's the hurry, just to test the idea. By the way, the master, it's winter, should we make winter clothes?" Old Man Mo's words made Wu Qun's face dark instantly. The original body is famous only to know People who spend money, do not know how to make money.

"Understood, Hao'er will be handed over to you, and I'll go back when I go." Wu Qun got up, such an important matter needs to be resolved. Can't let these people on the mountain drink the northwest wind. The most important thing is that in the eyes of the interstellar female generals, these people should be NPC-like existences.

But at this time, Linglong didn't know if she was wearing it, so he should pay attention to it.

Wu Qun went down the mountain and saw all the disciples competing in the square. Linglong was playing in the ring, and his shots were quick and agile.

Wu Qun glanced at it from a distance, and immediately noticed that behind Linglong, a floating spiritual body was hovering. With a pock-marked face, buck teeth, dreadlocks, a moderate figure and an interstellar combat uniform, every time Linglong makes a move, she is always trying hard.

But the appearance is too bad, less than one-tenth of the exquisite.

But Linglong was not injured, why did this spirit body always affect Linglong by Linglong's side?