Fusion Computer: My Skills Are Not Serious

After Dongfang laughed and their injuries improved a lot, they began to clean the battlefield.

The corpse of a hero will naturally be treated like a hero.

This time Blue Star suffered a huge loss.

More than 3,000 people with supernatural powers in the King Realm died in battle.

There are only more than 1,300 people left.

Among them, there are only more than a hundred people with supernatural powers in the Dragon King Realm.

The number of teachers in the Imperial Capital Academy before was more than this.

Of the 30,000 dragon guards in the Dragon Kingdom, there are less than 3,000 left.

If Song Huangquan came ten minutes later, these people would basically be wiped out.

Song Wenwen did not participate in the follow-up matters.

He is a person who doesn't like to watch the scene of life and death parting.

He took his father back to the Veteran Building in Shi'an City.

It's just that he knew at this time that Guo Yan, the building director of the Veteran Building in Shi'an City, died in this battle.

Not only that, but the only few supernatural beings in the King Realm in the Veteran Building in Shi'an City also died.

Because they were the first batch of people who fought against the Four Saints of Sanyuantian.

The person in charge of the Veteran Building in Shi'an City is just a diamond-level supernatural being.

If the Jiuzhongguan didn't send the supernatural beings of the King Realm back to Blue Star, then it would take at least five to ten years for Blue Star to recover a little bit of vitality.

Because Song Huangquan was seriously injured, even though Song Wenwen gave him the healing Tiancaidibao, he didn't wake up until two days later.

During this period, Song Wenwen has been guarding his father's bedside.

"Dad, how is your health?" Song Wenwen hurriedly asked when his father woke up.

"It's nothing serious. After two or three days of recuperation, I can fully recover."

"How is Blue Star doing now?" Song Huangquan sat up from the bed and asked.

"All countries have suffered heavy losses, but now the space sage is in charge of the overall situation, and there will be no riots or the like."

"With the presence of the Holy Master of Space, everything will be fine."

"Dad, I didn't expect you to become a saint so soon, congratulations!"

"Speaking of which, this point is still in your light."

"If you hadn't brought back so many national fortune stones from the Yellow Sand Shackle, I really don't know how long I would have to wait to become a saint."

When Song Huangquan said this, he glanced at Song Wenwen with a very meaningful look.

He found that, for this son, he did not

Can't see through.

Although, Song Wenwen's strength is not very strong.

But he has a lot of secrets.

The ability similar to the sound transmission of thousands of miles, the ability to suppress the enemy's strength, and the ability to hide and be undetectable.

Even with the eyesight of his current lord, he didn't understand how Song Wenwen did it.

"Hey hey..."

Suddenly, Song Wenwen looked at his father and showed a naive smile.

This gave Song Huangquan a chill.

He really knows his son very well.

Whenever Song Wenwen showed this smile, it was when he was planning to cheat.

If there is no accident, the person Song Wenwen wants to cheat this time is him.

"Hey, my head hurts a little, it should be because the injury hasn't healed yet."

"No, I have to rest and rest!"

"Warm, you've worked hard these two days, go out and rest." Song Huangquan said, and lay down on the bed.

He directly pre-empted and predicted Song Wenwen's actions.

There is no better way to know a son than a father, but in the same way, there is no better way to know a father than a son.

Song Huangquan can see through Song Wenwen's thoughts at a glance. Similarly, Song Wenwen can also see through his father's thoughts.

"Ahem..."

The next moment, Song Wenwen coughed violently, as if he was seriously injured.

At the same time, he used PS skills at the fastest speed to make his face pale. It looked like he was really seriously injured.

Soaring acting skills, who is afraid of whom.

Although Song Huangquan knew that Song Wenwen might deliberately pretend to be seriously injured, he still couldn't help but glance at Song Wenwen.

I don't know if I don't see it, but I was shocked when I saw it.

He saw Song Wenwen slowly fell to the ground with a bloodless face.

This startled Song Huangquan.

"Dog, what's the matter with you?" Song Huangquan stepped aside, came to Song Wenwen's side and supported him and asked with concern.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that the price you paid to help you kill those saints was a bit high."

Hearing what Song Wenwen said, a trace of panic flashed in Song Huangquan's eyes.

Indeed, after all, Song Wenwen was only at the diamond level, and it was absolutely impossible for him to assist him in killing the Holy Lord without paying any price.

Therefore, it is really possible that Song Wenwen's current appearance is a sequela left behind.

"If Dad is willing to give me one billion eight hundred million spirit stones, I think I will

The injury may heal faster. "

"Based on Dad's current status as a saint, one billion eight hundred million spirit stones should be easy to get out, right?"

Hearing what Song Wenwen said, without further ado, Song Huangquan raised his hand and slapped Song Wenwen on the back of the head.

Fortunately, he was worried for so long just now, cooperating with this brat to tease him.

"Ahem..."

"Dad, you are so cruel."

"I never thought you would be so ruthless, and you are such a heartless person..." Song Wenwen sang directly.

He sang while pretending to be distraught.

"Stand up and talk carefully, or I'll compete to serve you." Song Huangquan said angrily.

Hearing what Dad said, Song Wenwen instantly stood up from the ground.

He knew his father well, and if he said that he was serving him in a big competition, he would definitely not be ambiguous.

"You are amazing, you are noble!"

"Are you thinking of serving me with a big competition?"

"Good! Great!"

"Do you know what price I paid for helping you?"

"No, you don't know, you don't care, you only care about yourself!"

Song Wenwen was addicted to the drama at this time, and he crazily exported his emotions.

"Five million for you!"

One word from Song Huangquan made Song Wenwen stop the commotion.

"You and I are father and son, with the same blood flowing through our bodies? Is it worth five million?"

"Ten million!"

"Do you know what price I paid for helping you?"

"Twenty million!"

"Eight billion!"

Song Wenwen surprised Song Huangquan as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Eight billion? Why don't you grab it?"

"Robbery is against the law, I'm a good man!"

"thirty million!"

"Seven billion!"

...

In this way, the two sides launched a fierce bargaining.

One starts from the ground, and the other asks for skyrocketing prices.

In the end, after endless discussions, the price was set at 100 million.

"Dad, I found that you have become handsome again."

"Now you are even more graceful, suave and suave, exuding a sacred light all over your body."

"Get out!" Facing Song Wenwen's flattery, Song Huangquan didn't accept this at all.

"Deling, Dad, you should rest well!"

After Song Wenwen finished speaking, he walked out of the room with a happy face.

"Hey... I've earned another 50 million, I'm so happy!"