Just knocking on the door lightly will cause such a strong shock force.

I don’t know how powerful it will be to the sky and the earth after turning into a sword again.

However, judging from my mother's reaction, it is impossible for me to fit my sword together.

There is no sound inside the door.

Zhao Hao knocked on the door again.

The black-faced man's muffled voice came: "You have broken your hands and feet, how can you open the door?"

"Mist grass!"

Zhao Hao was shocked and opened the door with his voucher. Sure enough, he saw a large lump spread on the bed.

The black-faced Han Sheng was lying on the bed with no desire, and due to the constraints of his clothes, he could only put it in the word "big".

The limbs spread out, the wrists and ankles all look bloody and bloody, and it looks terrible.

"Dad! What's wrong with you?"

Zhao Hao panicked.

The black-faced man then realized that the visitor was his son. The arrogant black-faced man suddenly became miserable: "Son-smash! Son-smash you finally come. You don't know how much your father is for your mother. You must tell your mother after you go back!"

Zhao Hao grinned, but he didn't expect that the first thing the black-faced man did was to take credit for it.

But that's right. He should have already realized the strength and means of the old man. Except for her taking the initiative to let him go, no one in the world would be able to save him.

Since this is the case, it is better to comfort the wife at home first.

Zhao Hao glanced at his almost broken clothes and the bloody wounds in the cracks, and his eyes couldn't help but twitched: "Dad! Why did she torture you like this?"

"It's not torture."

The black-faced man seemed to be trapped in memory: "We used to play like this."

Zhao Hao: "..."

He couldn't help but fall into silence.

I didn't expect that my father actually liked such a perverted way of playing.

Damn, he even feels perverted.

He checked the wounds for the black-faced man and found that they were all injured by sharp weapons, but the wounds seemed to be covered with layers of medicine, and strands of powerful aura were constantly pouring in from the wound, tempering his muscles, bones, meridians.

It is not like true qi, but it is a bit similar to vitality, but it is not exactly the same.

It's a bit like metal, with a hint of sword intent.

He even had a feeling that when this breath was enough, the black-faced man was likely to become a real "iron man".

Fog grass?

A flesh-and-blooded black-faced man is about to become a hard black-faced man?

The flesh and blood are bitter and weak, and the machinery ascends?

Zhao Hao felt a little sad, but fortunately his body absorbed this breath very slowly. At this progress, it may take at least five hundred years. It seems that Lu Qianqian just wants to help the black-faced man prolong his life.

He suddenly had a vision, the black-faced man's powerful body and keen intuition, even the old man was amazed, and he didn't know if it was caused by the past with Lu Qianqian.

"Hao'er! How is the situation outside now?"

The black-faced man was a little impatient. He had been lying here for one night.

"That's right, Balabala..."

While using Ku Rong Wenxing to heal his wounds, Zhao Hao told him about the outside.

Even though he had already predicted Lu Qianqian's reaction, when he heard that she was reluctant to let go, the black-faced man was so angry that he gritted his teeth: "Damn! I still want to break through to the master and go back to make achievements. Is this a slut?"

His master's way is a bit similar to that of the old man.

It’s just that the old man’s master’s way is to specialize in physical body and be both offensive and defensive.

He has a complete way of killing, and the sword blade points to all the local chickens and tiles.

It is hard to say which one is better or worse, but on the battlefield, the army he led is definitely stronger in combat.

result.

It's a waste of time to understand.

Zhao Hao spread his hands: "There is nothing to do. Who made you get such a peach blossom debt when you were young... You are not a peach blossom debt, it is simply a peach blossom debt. What should you do? If you don't accept it and coax her?"

"Call me! Is it useful for women to coax me?"

The black-faced man trembled with anger: "Women have to beat them, and they will be obedient as they beat them!"

Zhao Hao: "..."

Do you think I believe it?

It’s strange that the black-faced man is just a raking ear at home, but he ends up being very tough after he comes out.

Probably, this is love?

Zhao Hao shook his head: "Anyway, you will definitely not be able to leave in a short period of time. It's hard for a year, and it's easy for a year. Besides, Lu Xiaoma also cares about you. Can't you enjoy it if you fight a war for a lifetime?"

The black-faced man frowned: "Are you a lobbyist for that woman?"

Zhao Hao spread his hands: "I'm afraid you will make her angry, so I will kill you just by killing you!"

"If you kill me, just kill me!"

The black-faced man snorted angrily: "Anyway, the woman looks at the human race and looks at the pigs. She sleeps with the girl in the kiln in Tianxiang Pavilion. At most, I am sorry for your mother. I want to lie on the same bed with her. I am sorry for the clothes on my body!"

After saying this, the room fell silent.

Zhao Hao looked at him. General Shenwu's armor was already in a mess. The clothes on the lining had long turned dark brown. It was estimated that half of the blood belonged to the enemy, and the other half belonged to him. Each piece of armor was covered with blood.

However, the medals representing military achievements on their left chest were all shiny. You can tell at a glance that the black-faced man had carefully wiped them.

He can understand the feelings of a general, but he cannot empathize with them.

Put yourself in your shoes.

If he is captured by the aliens, then be taken by the beautiful queen who is strong enough to crush him.

And it was hopeless to escape.

He didn't believe that he could still be empty-eyed.

This wave is given, just squeeze it!

But the black-faced man is tough and he can't accept this. If he persuades him again, he will be an insult to his military career.

Then what else can I do?

Just waste it.

Zhao Hao rubbed his temples, but he was also quite helpless.

After a long time, the black-faced man sighed: "Is there a lot of pressure in the desert country?"

Zhao Hao grinned: "That's a big deal!"

Both pillars in the army were confiscated, and the pressure was so great, okay?

Zhao Hao was a little worried that the Wei State had been raising energy for three years and was likely to directly fight Xilongguan.

The black-faced man patted his shoulder: "Don't worry too much about this. Ling Wuzhou is a veteran general of the Yuling Army. Although he does not have the ability to be a commander, he is especially good at sharp knife tactics. Although Feng Dajun cannot command the overall situation like your grandfather, he is also a very mature general. When your grandfather is away, he has the ability to temporarily serve as the general seal.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony was indeed a bit ugly a few days ago, but the men in the army did not have so many twists and turns in their heads, and he was also swept by the situation.

You are a man from the military general family, don’t be so petty!”

Looking at the black-faced man with a serious look on his face, Zhao Hao couldn't help but smile. The last time the father and son were in a parent-child class, his dantian was not ruined.

After the dantian was abolished, the black-faced man pursued happy education.

If my son is awesome, it's done.

Now that I am sure that I am not a waste, I start looking forward again.

"Don't worry, dad, I'm not stupid. The Huang Kingdom is now working on people. Even if I'm cautious, I won't make trouble now!"

"That's good!"

The black-faced man sighed, looking a little lonely: "Hao'er, you have to take good care of your family without grandpa or father in the future!"

Zhao Hao nodded: "Yes!"

For a moment, both the father and son were somewhat EMO.

...

In the next few days, life was quite monotonous.

In front of the old lady, Lu Qianqian no longer picked out the black-faced man's hands and feet. Except for the black-faced man who ignored her, the three of them seemed like a happy family, just like herding cattle outside the border.

Luo Shui practices sword every day. As long as he wakes up, he will immediately find Lu Qianqian to discuss with him.
To be continued...