Villain: Cut off by the protagonist's mother at the beginning

Chapter 117

Before the formal cultivation.

Jun Mo also told Mu Ya the trick of the dragon stinging technique.

The exercise that Mu Ya had cultivated before was too rubbish, and at most it could support her cultivation to the primary level of transforming strength.

I want to continue to cultivate.

Then you have to change the exercises.

Now Muya is his woman.

Jun Mo naturally doesn't cherish himself.

Muya's qualifications are actually not bad.

If you add the dragon stinging gong, there is also the Heart Sutra of Joy.

Maybe you can step into the innate realm.

Seven o'clock the next morning.

The sun has hung in the sky.

Jun Mo's body trembled for a moment, and then he stopped cultivating.

Although he has been cultivating all night.

But Jun Mo didn't feel tired at all.

On the contrary, the whole body and mind are very happy.

There is a feeling of refreshment.

Moreover, Jun Mo also felt that the internal force in the dantian had actually increased a lot compared to yesterday.

The increased internal force was probably equivalent to the total internal force of Jun Mo's cultivation for half a month.

"The Joy Heart Sutra is indeed a superb technique to assist in cultivation. "

"It's just that after cultivating overnight, I have increased so much internal strength. "

"Cultivating the Dragon Gong together with the Joy Heart Sutra, even if the system no longer rewards cultivation, I am confident that I will become a high-level martial artist in eight or nine months. "

Feeling the internal force in the dantian, Jun Lie showed a slight smile on his face.

However, this smile was quickly erased by Jun Mo.

Then he showed a slightly regretful look.

"It's a pity, the Joy Heart Sutra has a restriction on cultivation, and it has to be suspended for a day after every cultivation. "

"Otherwise, the body can't bear the load and will go crazy. "

Jun Mo sighed and said.

If he could cultivate every day, it wouldn't take him eight or nine months to break through to a high-level martial artist.

For a maximum of five months, Jun Mo has the confidence to become a high-level martial artist.

Jun Mo's words fell into Mu Ya's ears.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

In this era, martial arts withered.

The few high-level martial artists known before 247.

They have broken through from the primary level to the advanced level.

It took twenty or thirty years.

Now Jun Mo can become a high-level martial artist in eight or nine months, which is not satisfied.

Even thousands of years ago, when martial arts flourished.

No one has ever been able to break through from the intermediate level of chemical strength to the advanced level of chemical strength in eight or nine months.

"Don't be so greedy. "

Leaning on Jun Mo's chest.

Mu Ya poked Jun Mo's heart with her fingertips.

"Aunt Muya, don't you want to be able to practice with me every day?"

He looked down at the charming young woman in his arms.

The corners of Jun Mo's mouth were slightly hooked, and he said playfully.

As soon as this remark came out.

Mu Ya's already ruddy face suddenly became extremely blushing.

Naturally, she was hopeful.

Although the way of cultivating that exercise is a bit strange, you have to change your cultivation posture from time to time.

But it's really miraculous when you cultivate.

As soon as she finished her cultivation, Mu Ya found that the internal strength in her dantian had actually increased a lot.

She had sensed a thin film in her dantian a long time ago.

Just break away that film.

She will be able to become a warrior.

As she expected.

I want to break through the film.

At the very least, it will take a year or two.

However, it was a night of cultivation last night.

But it made her internal force increase rapidly.

According to the rate at which the internal forces increased yesterday night.

As long as you practice for another half a month.

The internal force in her dantian can reach saturation.

Until then.

She had enough internal force to break through the film.

Become a warrior.

"You know what people think, and you still ask me. "

"It's really necrotic. "

Mu Ya blushed and stretched out her fist and gently smashed Jun Mo's chest.

"Okay, I won't ask. "

"In the future, when I have time, I will come to Aunt Muya for your cultivation. "

Grabbing Mu Ya's soft hand, Jun Mo said with a chuckle.

"Got time?"

"So you're not going to stay with me?"

Hear Jun Mo's words.

Muya's mouth pursed slightly, and she was a little unhappy.

She still wants to stick to Jun Mo all day long.

Even if there is a time limit for the exercises.

Those two people don't need to cultivate the Heart Sutra of Joy.

"Aunt Muya, I have a lot of things to do. "

"I just felt the strength of your internal strength, and if you cultivate the Joy Heart Sutra for half a month at most, you will be able to become a martial artist. "

"I'll try my best to help Aunt Muya become a martial artist within half a month. "

Hearing the slight dissatisfaction of the delicate person in his arms, Jun Mo gently comforted.

"Okay. "

Muya was still reluctant.

But still nodded.

After the two of them washed up, Jun Mo took her downstairs.

The two of them had breakfast yesterday, and they didn't have time to eat lunch or dinner.

Cultivation was already very physically demanding, and the two of them felt extremely hungry at the moment.

"Eat at home, I don't like to eat outside. "

"I'll make you whatever you want to eat. "

Mu Ya looked at Jun Mo and asked.

"As long as it's made by Aunt Muya, I like it. "

Pinching Muya's smooth and white chin, Jun Mo said with a smile.

"Shall I make a tomato egg noodle then?"

Mu Ya blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at Jun Mo and said.

"Okay. "

Jun Mo smiled and nodded.

It didn't take long.

Mu Ya came from the kitchen to the dining room with a large pot of tomatoes and egg noodles.

Although it is just an ordinary dish of egg noodles with tomatoes.

But Jun Mo still ate very deliciously.

More than half of the noodles in the pot went into his stomach.

Watching Jun Mo eat so deliciously.

The happy look on Muya's face was not to mention how rich it was.

After the two finished eating, they snuggled up to each other for a while, and Jun Mo left the villa.

Wait for Jun Mo to leave.

Mu Ya remembered that Chu Yang was going to leave the detention center today.

After changing the suspender pajamas into a long skirt.

Mu Ya drove the car and hurried towards the detention center.

Meanwhile.

Outside the Imperial Capital West District Detention Center. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

A man and a woman holding hands are staring at the door of the detention center.

These two people are none other than Chu Xiong and his junior Wang Yan.

The two of them are here.

Naturally, he came to pick up Chu Yang.

It didn't take long. []

One hand is wrapped in a bandage.

A young man with scars on his face slowly walked out of the detention center.

It was Chu Yang.

"Yang'er, who the hell beat you (daae) so badly??"

saw Chu Yang's miserable appearance.

Chu Xiong's face immediately showed anger.

Although Mu Ya told him on the phone before, Chu Yang was beaten badly.

But Chu Xiong didn't expect it to be so miserable.

Chu Xiong almost didn't recognize that this was his son.

"What's your business. "

Chu Yang looked at Chu Xiong coldly and said without any emotion.

Then he turned his head to look at Wang Yan, with a cold look in his eyes.

"Yang'er, I'm your father. "

"What do you mean by talking to me like this??"

"You weren't like that before. "

Hearing Chu Yang's cold tone, Chu Xiong's brows furrowed slightly.

Although he is away from home all year round.

But he also talks to Chu Yang on the phone from time to time.

Chu Yang likes his father very much.

There's even a little bit of adoration for him.

"You said it was before. "

Chu Yang still looked at Chu Xiong coldly.

He was reborn again as a young man after a hundred or two hundred years.

Naturally know what will happen later.

In a day or two, his adored father would take the mistress home to force his mother to divorce.

His mother couldn't stand the blow.

Committed suicide.

Chu Yang grew up with Mu Ya since he was a child.

The feelings for Mu Ya are naturally deeper than those of Chu Xiong.

His mother was forced to death by his father.

How could Chu Yang give Chu Xiong a good face.

"Is there any difference between now and before?"

Chu Xiong's brows furrowed tightly, not understanding why Chu Yang said this.

"Of course there are differences. "

"I didn't know you were cheating before, but now I do. "

"The woman next to you is your junior. "

glanced at Wang Yan.

Chu Yang said with a sneer.

"What a junior. "

"She's your mother. "

Chu Xiong looked at Chu Yang a little angrily.

"My mother's name is Muya, is this cheap thing worthy?"

Looking at Wang Yan, Chu Yang sneered with disdain.

Syllable.

Chu Yang just finished speaking.

was slapped hard by Chu Xiong.

"Don't call her a slut. "

"She is now my legal wife. "

"Why don't you deserve to be your mother?"

Covering his beaten face, the hot pain came from above.

However, Chu Yang didn't care at all, but looked at Chu Xiong with a panicked expression.

"What did you say?"

"She's your legal wife?"

Chu Xiong nodded.

"Yesterday, I signed a divorce agreement with your mother, and when I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau to apply for a divorce certificate with the divorce agreement, I got the certificate with Wang Yan by the way. "

Hear Chu Xiong's words.

Chu Yang was shocked and stunned.

He remembers.

In the previous life, his father would only take the mistress to the door tomorrow to divorce.

Could it be that he misremembered the time?

"I remember my mom committing suicide after signing the divorce agreement. "

"In other words, there's a good chance that Mom is dead now?"

Chu Yang was extremely panicked in his heart.

He originally thought that coming back this time would change the ending of Muya's hanging.

I didn't think of it or missed it.

Just when Chu Yang wanted to rush home.

A car slowly drove towards the detention center.