Feeling distressed, helpless, and uncomfortable.
Zhang Ziling handed Xia Fukun the remaining one thousand yuan in his wallet.
Then he watched Xia Fukun humming a tune happily and went back.
After returning home, looking at the familiar furnishings and the busy figure in the kitchen, Xia Fukun's eyes suddenly turned red.
"Mom, I'm back."
Xia Fukun put a thousand yuan on the table.
"Xiao Kun, what are you doing! Why are you coming back so late??"
Xia Fukun's nose felt sore when he heard his mother's words. Because of Zhang Ziling, he often comes back later, but he always makes good time and returns home before twelve o'clock. And every time when I go home, my mother will be busy in the kitchen, cooking herself a bowl of noodles to satisfy her hunger.
When he was in Jiuyou Continent, he really wanted to return to Earth as soon as possible. After all, there were many, many people on Earth that he missed and cared about.
The Xia Fukun on Jiuyou Continent is not the completely real Xia Fukun. Only on this earth can he truly be himself...
only…
After returning to Earth, Xia Fukun suddenly felt that there were many things on the Nine Nether Continent that he could not let go of.
There are many, many people waiting for his return...
So what happened to the abyss in the end
Have those demons invaded Jiuyou Continent again
Can Ye Qingwan and the others withstand it
Etc., etc…
These questions all linger in Xia Fukun's mind.
It was also at this time that Xia Fukun suddenly discovered that after he really returned to earth, he was not happy...
In his heart, he always felt like something was missing...
"Where's Dad?"
Taking a deep breath, Xia Fukun quietly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and asked the busy figure in front of him.
"Your dad is working overtime today. He probably won't be back until later."
Xia's mother said as she came to the restaurant with a bowl of noodles. When she saw the thousand yuan on the dining table, she couldn't help but be stunned.
"Xiao Kun! Where did you get this money? Are you going to do something illegal or criminal?"
"Haha... How can that be possible!"
Xia Fukun smiled awkwardly.
"This money is all Zhang Ziling's filial piety to you and your elders."
"Zhang Ziling?"
Xia's mother was still somewhat impressed by Xia Fukun's classmate and best friend Zhang Ziling.
"That's what you say, but they don't owe us anything. It's not appropriate for you to behave like this! Send the money back to them as soon as possible tomorrow!"
"I… "
Looking at his mother's stern expression, Xia Fukun sighed and silently collected the one thousand yuan on the table.
A simple bowl of Yangchun noodles, but Xia Fukun ate it happily.
"Xiao Kun, what do you mean by the cultivators on TV? I've been watching the news these two days saying that some people have awakened, and then they robbed banks. You said these cultivators have awakened? Why did you rob the bank?"
While eating, Xia's mother suddenly turned to a news station. The title on the TV was "Awakening cultivators, catching swords with bare hands, robbing banks with bare hands." Xia Fukun couldn't help but be stunned.
He remembered that Zhang Ziling had just told him that the number of cultivators on the earth was increasing day by day, but he didn't expect that the news had started to broadcast it in the past two days.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard a knock on the door.
When Xia Fukun opened the door, he realized that at the door of his house, a bloody man was staggering towards him.
"Fuck! Who are you?!"
Xia Fukun took a breath, and just as he was about to push the figure in front of him, he glanced at the work badge hanging around the other person's neck.
"dad?"
Xia Fukun was stunned.
This man who was beaten and covered in blood was actually his father? ?
"Dad, what's wrong with you!"
Xia Fukun quickly helped the figure at the door in.
"Lao Xia! What's wrong with you!"
Xia's mother was also anxious, and tears suddenly burst out of her eyes.
"What's the rush?"
Father Xia gritted his teeth, his expression painful.
"It's just a little skin injury, it's nothing serious. You go and put some hot water for me, I'll just wash it off and it'll be fine."
With that said, Father Xia was about to walk into the room.
Xia Fukun grabbed Xia's father's wrist.
Use force in your hands.
"Dad, who did this?"
He glanced at Xia Fukun in astonishment, and Xia's father frowned and said:
"Xiao Kun, I know you care about your father, but don't worry about this. There is a young man at the construction site. I said a few words to him today. Unexpectedly, as I said that, he suddenly awakened and became a cultivator. Just beat me like this. You... Hey! Xiaokun!"
Before Xia's father finished speaking, Xia Fukun ran out of the house.
He knew the construction site where his father was working.
And since that man awakened and became a cultivator, he would be confident even if he beat his own father. So at this moment, he should still be on the construction site.
He, Xia Fukun, usually has a pretty good temper. As long as the treasure that should be given is given, Xia Fukun will not embarrass the other party too much.
but-
There was one thing he couldn't tolerate no matter what.
That is-
Others take action against those around him.
Even if Xia Fukun is really just an ordinary person now, even if the opponent is much stronger than him, he will still go.
after all-
The reverse scale of the dragon is not something that anyone can touch.
soon…
Xia Fukun came to the construction site where Xia's father was.
In order to keep up with the schedule, some current projects do not care about the life and death of workers, and even some projects are done overtime at night. When Xia Fukun arrived now, the construction site was still brightly lit.
Some figures are still busy.
Some figures were gathered under a lighting lamp. Smoking a cigarette and playing poker.
"Brother Liang! That punch you gave Lao Xia today was so cool! Damn it, you don't know, I saw it clearly, Lao Xia was knocked away by that punch of yours Several meters!”
"Blow! It's still a few meters away! It's obviously dozens of meters away!"
One after another they flattered each other, and the young man surrounded by everyone with a Great China cigarette in his mouth said cheerfully:
"Don't say it's that Lao Xia. Even if the contractor comes and talks to me like this, I will do it! What's wrong? I'm a cultivator, and I'm so inflated. Did I do something wrong?"