"Lan Xiang? Fake fusion academy? What the hell is that place?" Dad muttered dissatisfied.
I shook my head and said, "I can fly, but not with my sword."
Mom smiled and said, "Would you like breakfast?"
The sound reached my ears clearly.
Dad almost took two steps forward, grabbed the back of the sword and pointed it at my butt.
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
"Can this backpack keep up with the speed of my sword?" Dad said.
The sound reached my ears clearly.
"I've heard of this. Do you remember the chairman of the Provincial Disabled Persons' Federation?" Mom said.
Dad listened and looked at me and said, "Okay, then follow me with your things. If you do, I promise not to hit you in the future."
"I'm not born to be a cultivator, I told you before." I said helplessly, rubbing my spanked butt.
I said helplessly: "Gasoline and engines, you can buy a lot of these materials for one silver coin. It's cheaper than a can of rootless water for refining medicine. My Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission is also D-level. My cultivation level can only What I can do is reading jade slips and simple object levitation."
I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly. High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air. Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.
"The dean's surname is Pang, and his name is Dahai. Just call him Uncle Dahai, and I will take you to see him tomorrow. Tell him about your weird ideas, and I think he will invite you to enroll." Dad. said.
"Chairman of the Federation of Disabled Persons? That damn fat guy?" Dad said.
"I'm really not that bad, why can't you let me try." I said.
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
I ran back into the house, carried a backpack and went out to my father's side.
"Son, do you really want to learn these?" Mom said.
"This fat man has a bit of a weird personality. Although I can meet him during meetings, there is almost no contact with him. Let me give it a try." Dad said and waved his hand, and the flying sword flew into the air.
"I've heard of this. Do you remember the chairman of the Provincial Disabled Persons' Federation?" Mom said.
Before I had time to say yes, my father pulled me out of the door.
"So it's because of this delayed study?" Mom said with a sigh.
"The chairman of the Disabled Persons' Federation lost one of his hands when he was a child, but his cultivation is really good at overcoming tribulations. You should know better than me that he is very open in the fairy world, but he took the initiative to transfer to the Disabled Persons' Federation. I heard that he came to the Disabled Persons' Federation Later, it became more and more impressive. Lan Xiang's academy was also funded by him. It started as a true fusion academy, but because it recruited some unqualified and disabled students all year round, it was helplessly downgraded by the fairy world to a fake fusion academy. If he was willing to accept it, Our son. It shouldn’t be that unpleasant to say, besides, it’s not a matter of minutes whether you say a few words or not,” the mother said, thinking.
"The dean's surname is Pang, and his name is Dahai. Just call him Uncle Dahai, and I will take you to see him tomorrow. Tell him about your weird ideas, and I think he will invite you to enroll." Dad. said.
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
Dad nodded and said, "But this fake fusion is still a fake fusion after all."
…
Just when he was about to strike a second time, he stopped mid-swing.
"But haven't you tried it before? Aren't those truly integrated colleges unwilling to let our son attend, no matter how good the relationship is? No guarantee of admission rate is something that any truly integrated college is willing to try." Mom. said.
Dad almost took two steps forward, grabbed the back of the sword and pointed it at my butt.
"I really want to, I have been doing this for several years." I said.
"That's all, let's go upstairs." Mom walked into the kitchen slowly.
"I'm really not that bad, why can't you let me try." I said.
"Your grades are so bad, why hasn't the teacher called your parents for several years?" Dad said angrily.
"You treacherous son, let's see if I don't beat you to death." Dad said and slowed down the flying speed.
Dad shook his head and said: "You don't know how to communicate from thousands of miles away? How bad are you at learning? Just whisper it and I can hear you. Then you, this spray paint backpack, what do you need to consume as power?"
Just when he was about to strike a second time, he stopped mid-swing.
Dad smiled, raised the jade slip, and put it against his head.
"This fat man has a bit of a weird personality. Although I can meet him during meetings, there is almost no contact with him. Let me give it a try." Dad said and waved his hand, and the flying sword flew into the air.
"By the way, Dad. You burned it after reading it. You remember it." I said with a smile.
"So it's because of this delayed study?" Mom said with a sigh.
Dad stepped out on the sword and disappeared into the sky.
Mom smiled and said, "Would you like breakfast?"
"No, I'm awake." I said.
"Son, do you really want to learn these?" Mom said.
Dad shook his head and said: "You don't know how to communicate from thousands of miles away? How bad are you at learning? Just whisper it and I can hear you. Then you, this spray paint backpack, what do you need to consume as power?"
Dad shook his head and let go of the sword, which floated in mid-air.
Dad took the jade slip off his head and threw it into my arms. He touched my head and said, "I have told your Uncle Dahai about everything in general. Before I told him, he didn't want to see me. I told him He exchanged some knowledge with each other, and he happily accepted it. Of course, what you wrote accounts for a large part of it, so I guess you two can have a good conversation."
"Angry? It's a joke. Who has walked the path my son is going to take? But if you can't figure it out, I'll give you a beating." The father said through gritted teeth.
"No, I'm awake." I said.
Dad smiled, raised the jade slip, and put it against his head.
"No, I'm awake." I said.
"I really want to, I have been doing this for several years." I said.
Dad landed slowly and said, "What do you want to rely on?"
I shook my head and said, "I can fly, but not with my sword."
Dad shook his head and said: "You don't know how to communicate from thousands of miles away? How bad are you at learning? Just whisper it and I can hear you. Then you, this spray paint backpack, what do you need to consume as power?"
Just when he was about to strike a second time, he stopped mid-swing.
The sound reached my ears clearly.
When I walked in and dragged me out of my confusion, I thought about walking outside. The towel got wet and flew towards my face.
"So it's because of this delayed study?" Mom said with a sigh.
I yelled at the top of my lungs and said, "You just said that you won't hit me again after I catch up with you."
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
Dad opened the door and walked in slowly.
Before I had time to say yes, my father pulled me out of the door.
"Son, do you really want to learn these?" Mom said.
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
"No, I really can't learn." I said. I didn't dare to say that it was because of my parents' pressure.
"Can this backpack keep up with the speed of my sword?" Dad said.
Dad swung his long sword and flew into the air.
"Chairman of the Federation of Disabled Persons? That damn fat guy?" Dad said.
Dad swung his long sword and flew into the air.
When I walked in and dragged me out of my confusion, I thought about walking outside. The towel got wet and flew towards my face.
When I walked in and dragged me out of my confusion, I thought about walking outside. The towel got wet and flew towards my face.
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
"This fat man has a bit of a weird personality. Although I can meet him during meetings, there is almost no contact with him. Let me give it a try." Dad said and waved his hand, and the flying sword flew into the air.
"That's all, let's go upstairs." Mom walked into the kitchen slowly.
"I've heard of this. Do you remember the chairman of the Provincial Disabled Persons' Federation?" Mom said.
"Can this backpack keep up with the speed of my sword?" Dad said.
I sat up and looked at my father and said, "Isn't it because the matter has not been settled?"
"You treacherous son, let's see if I don't beat you to death." Dad said and slowed down the flying speed.
…
"I'm really not that bad, why can't you let me try." I said.
I nodded happily, and my father swung his sleeves and turned around and left the bedroom.
I said helplessly: "Gasoline and engines, you can buy a lot of these materials for one silver coin. It's cheaper than a can of rootless water for refining medicine. My Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission is also D-level. My cultivation level can only What I can do is reading jade slips and simple object levitation."
Mom smiled and said, "Would you like breakfast?"
"This is called a jetpack. Although it can't reach the speed of the sword, it still has a maximum speed of ten meters per second, and it can be modified and improved." I yelled.
"So it's because of this delayed study?" Mom said with a sigh.
That night, my father knocked on the door and said, "What? Are you sleeping?"
"That's all, let's go upstairs." Mom walked into the kitchen slowly.
I yelled at the top of my lungs and said, "You just said that you won't hit me again after I catch up with you."
"Can this backpack keep up with the speed of my sword?" Dad said.
"This is called a jetpack. Although it can't reach the speed of the sword, it still has a maximum speed of ten meters per second, and it can be modified and improved." I yelled.
I sat up and looked at my father and said, "Isn't it because the matter has not been settled?"
"No, I'm awake." I said.
"Lan Xiang? Fake fusion academy? What the hell is that place?" Dad muttered dissatisfied.
"I'm not born to be a cultivator, I told you before." I said helplessly, rubbing my spanked butt.
Mom smiled and said, "Would you like breakfast?"
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
Dad opened the door and walked in slowly.
I nodded my head and said, "Okay."
"I've heard of this. Do you remember the chairman of the Provincial Disabled Persons' Federation?" Mom said.
Dad stopped one meter in front of me, and I adjusted the joystick to fly horizontally.
"I've heard of this. Do you remember the chairman of the Provincial Disabled Persons' Federation?" Mom said.
I sat up and looked at my father and said, "Isn't it because the matter has not been settled?"
Dad almost took two steps forward, grabbed the back of the sword and pointed it at my butt.
Dad listened and looked at me and said, "Okay, then follow me with your things. If you do, I promise not to hit you in the future."
"Chairman of the Federation of Disabled Persons? That damn fat guy?" Dad said.
"The dean's surname is Pang, and his name is Dahai. Just call him Uncle Dahai, and I will take you to see him tomorrow. Tell him about your weird ideas, and I think he will invite you to enroll." Dad. said.
Dad smiled, raised the jade slip, and put it against his head.
"The chairman of the Disabled Persons' Federation lost one of his hands when he was a child, but his cultivation is really good at overcoming tribulations. You should know better than me that he is very open in the fairy world, but he took the initiative to transfer to the Disabled Persons' Federation. I heard that he came to the Disabled Persons' Federation Later, it became more and more impressive. Lan Xiang's academy was also funded by him. It started as a true fusion academy, but because it recruited some unqualified and disabled students all year round, it was helplessly downgraded by the fairy world to a fake fusion academy. If he was willing to accept it, Our son. It shouldn’t be that unpleasant to say, besides, it’s not a matter of minutes whether you say a few words or not,” the mother said, thinking.
"But you burned my book. If I dictated it, wouldn't it be clear what I wanted to say?" I said nervously.
"No, I really can't learn." I said. I didn't dare to say that it was because of my parents' pressure.
I shook my head and said, "I can fly, but not with my sword."
Dad smiled, raised the jade slip, and put it against his head.
"No, I'm awake." I said.
"I've heard of this. Do you remember the chairman of the Provincial Disabled Persons' Federation?" Mom said.
"I've heard of this. Do you remember the chairman of the Provincial Disabled Persons' Federation?" Mom said.
"By the way, Dad. You burned it after reading it. You remember it." I said with a smile.
I yelled at the top of my lungs and said, "You just said that you won't hit me again after I catch up with you."
I held the jade slip and pressed it to my head, and a stream of light flashed almost verbatim all the contents in the book.
That night, my father knocked on the door and said, "What? Are you sleeping?"
"By the way, Dad. You burned it after reading it. You remember it." I said with a smile.
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
"I really want to, I have been doing this for several years." I said.
I ran back into the house, carried a backpack and went out to my father's side.
Dad took the jade slip off his head and threw it into my arms. He touched my head and said, "I have told your Uncle Dahai about everything in general. Before I told him, he didn't want to see me. I told him He exchanged some knowledge with each other, and he happily accepted it. Of course, what you wrote accounts for a large part of it, so I guess you two can have a good conversation."
I ran back into the house, carried a backpack and went out to my father's side.
I nodded happily, and my father swung his sleeves and turned around and left the bedroom.
I sat up and looked at my father and said, "Isn't it because the matter has not been settled?"
I said helplessly: "Gasoline and engines, you can buy a lot of these materials for one silver coin. It's cheaper than a can of rootless water for refining medicine. My Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission is also D-level. My cultivation level can only What I can do is reading jade slips and simple object levitation."
"I... my score in swordsmanship is only D, and I'm not suitable for flying if it's less than C..." I said nervously.
My father turned his head and saw me flying beside him. His mouth moved slightly and the sound came into my mind and said, "What a strange thing you are."
"So Dad, you're not angry with me anymore?" I said with a smile.
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
"It doesn't have to be too fast. Of course, the speed can be adjusted again. If this was done recently, I wouldn't dare go too fast." I said nervously.
"Angry? It's a joke. Who has walked the path my son is going to take? But if you can't figure it out, I'll give you a beating." The father said through gritted teeth.
Dad stepped out on the sword and disappeared into the sky.
"Angry? It's a joke. Who has walked the path my son is going to take? But if you can't figure it out, I'll give you a beating." The father said through gritted teeth.
"I'm really not that bad, why can't you let me try." I said.
"So Dad, you're not angry with me anymore?" I said with a smile.
Dad looked at me floating in the air, smiled bitterly and said, "That's it, that's it. You have strengthened your wings. I won't hit you in the future."
I nodded happily, and my father swung his sleeves and turned around and left the bedroom.
Dad stepped out on the sword and disappeared into the sky.
"I... my score in swordsmanship is only D, and I'm not suitable for flying if it's less than C..." I said nervously.
Mom smiled and said, "Would you like breakfast?"
Dad shook his head and said: "You don't know how to communicate from thousands of miles away? How bad are you at learning? Just whisper it and I can hear you. Then you, this spray paint backpack, what do you need to consume as power?"
"I'm not born to be a cultivator, I told you before." I said helplessly, rubbing my spanked butt.
I said helplessly: "Gasoline and engines, you can buy a lot of these materials for one silver coin. It's cheaper than a can of rootless water for refining medicine. My Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission is also D-level. My cultivation level can only What I can do is reading jade slips and simple object levitation."
I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly. High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air. Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.
I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly. High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air. Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.
I held the jade slip and pressed it to my head, and a stream of light flashed almost verbatim all the contents in the book.
"I... my score in swordsmanship is only D, and I'm not suitable for flying if it's less than C..." I said nervously.
Mom smiled and said, "Be polite when meeting people."
"This fat man has a bit of a weird personality. Although I can meet him during meetings, there is almost no contact with him. Let me give it a try." Dad said and waved his hand, and the flying sword flew into the air.
Dad shook his head and let go of the sword, which floated in mid-air.
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
The sound reached my ears clearly.
"I... my score in swordsmanship is only D, and I'm not suitable for flying if it's less than C..." I said nervously.
I sat up and looked at my father and said, "Isn't it because the matter has not been settled?"
I nodded happily, and my father swung his sleeves and turned around and left the bedroom.
Dad almost took two steps forward, grabbed the back of the sword and pointed it at my butt.
"That's all, let's go upstairs." Mom walked into the kitchen slowly.
"There is a thing called a voice changer, which disguises your voices and records them on jade slips and passes them to the teacher. The teacher has almost never noticed that I'm pretending to be my parents. I've been hiding it for several years." I said with a wry smile.
When I walked in and dragged me out of my confusion, I thought about walking outside. The towel got wet and flew towards my face.
"But haven't you tried it before? Aren't those truly integrated colleges unwilling to let our son attend, no matter how good the relationship is? No guarantee of admission rate is something that any truly integrated college is willing to try." Mom. said.
Dad landed slowly and said, "What do you want to rely on?"
Then Dad took a deep breath and said, "What the hell have you learned these past few years?"
Clothes also flew in from all directions and were put on quickly.
Dad opened the door and walked in slowly.
Dad shook his head and said: "You don't know how to communicate from thousands of miles away? How bad are you at learning? Just whisper it and I can hear you. Then you, this spray paint backpack, what do you need to consume as power?"
"No, I'm awake." I said.
My father turned his head and saw me flying beside him. His mouth moved slightly and the sound came into my mind and said, "What a strange thing you are."
Dad landed slowly and said, "What do you want to rely on?"
Mom smiled and said, "Would you like breakfast?"
Dad swung his long sword and flew into the air.
Before I had time to say yes, my father pulled me out of the door.
"It doesn't have to be too fast. Of course, the speed can be adjusted again. If this was done recently, I wouldn't dare go too fast." I said nervously.
"I really want to, I have been doing this for several years." I said.
I shook my head and said, "I can fly, but not with my sword."
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
Dad swung his long sword and flew into the air.
I yelled at the top of my lungs and said, "You just said that you won't hit me again after I catch up with you."
"So it's because of this delayed study?" Mom said with a sigh.
"So it's because of this delayed study?" Mom said with a sigh.
"By the way, Dad. You burned it after reading it. You remember it." I said with a smile.
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
Mom smiled and said, "Would you like breakfast?"
"The chairman of the Disabled Persons' Federation lost one of his hands when he was a child, but his cultivation is really good at overcoming tribulations. You should know better than me that he is very open in the fairy world, but he took the initiative to transfer to the Disabled Persons' Federation. I heard that he came to the Disabled Persons' Federation Later, it became more and more impressive. Lan Xiang's academy was also funded by him. It started as a true fusion academy, but because it recruited some unqualified and disabled students all year round, it was helplessly downgraded by the fairy world to a fake fusion academy. If he was willing to accept it, Our son. It shouldn’t be that unpleasant to say, besides, it’s not a matter of minutes whether you say a few words or not,” the mother said, thinking.
Mom smiled and said, "Be polite when meeting people."
"Chairman of the Federation of Disabled Persons? That damn fat guy?" Dad said.
The sound reached my ears clearly.
"Can this backpack keep up with the speed of my sword?" Dad said.
"The dean's surname is Pang, and his name is Dahai. Just call him Uncle Dahai, and I will take you to see him tomorrow. Tell him about your weird ideas, and I think he will invite you to enroll." Dad. said.
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
"I'm really not that bad, why can't you let me try." I said.
Before I had time to say yes, my father pulled me out of the door.
Dad shook his head and said: "You don't know how to communicate from thousands of miles away? How bad are you at learning? Just whisper it and I can hear you. Then you, this spray paint backpack, what do you need to consume as power?"
Mom smiled and said, "Would you like breakfast?"
"It doesn't have to be too fast. Of course, the speed can be adjusted again. If this was done recently, I wouldn't dare go too fast." I said nervously.
Dad stopped one meter in front of me, and I adjusted the joystick to fly horizontally.
Dad shook his head and let go of the sword, which floated in mid-air.
Dad swung his long sword and flew into the air.
When I walked in and dragged me out of my confusion, I thought about walking outside. The towel got wet and flew towards my face.
At this time, two Yujian flew out of the room, and his father said: "I, Yujian, will take you to Uncle Dahai's house, or will you follow me yourself?"
"It doesn't have to be too fast. Of course, the speed can be adjusted again. If this was done recently, I wouldn't dare go too fast." I said nervously.
Dad smiled, raised the jade slip, and put it against his head.
"I... my score in swordsmanship is only D, and I'm not suitable for flying if it's less than C..." I said nervously.
That night, my father knocked on the door and said, "What? Are you sleeping?"
Dad landed slowly and said, "What do you want to rely on?"
Dad took the jade slip off his head and threw it into my arms. He touched my head and said, "I have told your Uncle Dahai about everything in general. Before I told him, he didn't want to see me. I told him He exchanged some knowledge with each other, and he happily accepted it. Of course, what you wrote accounts for a large part of it, so I guess you two can have a good conversation."
The sound reached my ears clearly.
Dad almost took two steps forward, grabbed the back of the sword and pointed it at my butt.
I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly. High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air. Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.
Clothes also flew in from all directions and were put on quickly.
"I'm not born to be a cultivator, I told you before." I said helplessly, rubbing my spanked butt.
Then Dad took a deep breath and said, "What the hell have you learned these past few years?"
Just when he was about to strike a second time, he stopped mid-swing.
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
"I really want to, I have been doing this for several years." I said.
I said helplessly: "Gasoline and engines, you can buy a lot of these materials for one silver coin. It's cheaper than a can of rootless water for refining medicine. My Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission is also D-level. My cultivation level can only What I can do is reading jade slips and simple object levitation."
"By the way, Dad. You burned it after reading it. You remember it." I said with a smile.
"I... my score in swordsmanship is only D, and I'm not suitable for flying if it's less than C..." I said nervously.
Then Dad took a deep breath and said, "What the hell have you learned these past few years?"
"No, I'm awake." I said.
I nodded happily, and my father swung his sleeves and turned around and left the bedroom.
"Son, do you really want to learn these?" Mom said.
"I'm not born to be a cultivator, I told you before." I said helplessly, rubbing my spanked butt.
"So Dad, you're not angry with me anymore?" I said with a smile.
At this time, two Yujian flew out of the room, and his father said: "I, Yujian, will take you to Uncle Dahai's house, or will you follow me yourself?"
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
Dad smiled, raised the jade slip, and put it against his head.
Dad stepped out on the sword and disappeared into the sky.
"I really want to, I have been doing this for several years." I said.
"This fat man has a bit of a weird personality. Although I can meet him during meetings, there is almost no contact with him. Let me give it a try." Dad said and waved his hand, and the flying sword flew into the air.
Dad shook his head and let go of the sword, which floated in mid-air.
Dad shook his head and let go of the sword, which floated in mid-air.
Clothes also flew in from all directions and were put on quickly.
"There is a thing called a voice changer, which disguises your voices and records them on jade slips and passes them to the teacher. The teacher has almost never noticed that I'm pretending to be my parents. I've been hiding it for several years." I said with a wry smile.
I shook my head and said, "I can fly, but not with my sword."
I said helplessly: "Gasoline and engines, you can buy a lot of these materials for one silver coin. It's cheaper than a can of rootless water for refining medicine. My Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission is also D-level. My cultivation level can only What I can do is reading jade slips and simple object levitation."
"Lan Xiang? Fake fusion academy? What the hell is that place?" Dad muttered dissatisfied.
"Tell me how many other things you have hidden." Dad said, grabbing me and jumping on the sword and driving away.
"Lan Xiang? Fake fusion academy? What the hell is that place?" Dad muttered dissatisfied.
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
"Chairman of the Federation of Disabled Persons? That damn fat guy?" Dad said.
"I'm not born to be a cultivator, I told you before." I said helplessly, rubbing my spanked butt.
Then Dad took a deep breath and said, "What the hell have you learned these past few years?"
"This is called a jetpack. Although it can't reach the speed of the sword, it still has a maximum speed of ten meters per second, and it can be modified and improved." I yelled.
I ran back into the house, carried a backpack and went out to my father's side.
I shook my head and said, "I can fly, but not with my sword."
"I... my score in swordsmanship is only D, and I'm not suitable for flying if it's less than C..." I said nervously.
Dad took the jade slip off his head and threw it into my arms. He touched my head and said, "I have told your Uncle Dahai about everything in general. Before I told him, he didn't want to see me. I told him He exchanged some knowledge with each other, and he happily accepted it. Of course, what you wrote accounts for a large part of it, so I guess you two can have a good conversation."
"I'm really not that bad, why can't you let me try." I said.
"I'm really not that bad, why can't you let me try." I said.
"I really want to, I have been doing this for several years." I said.
Dad listened and looked at me and said, "Okay, then follow me with your things. If you do, I promise not to hit you in the future."
Dad looked at me floating in the air, smiled bitterly and said, "That's it, that's it. You have strengthened your wings. I won't hit you in the future."
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
Dad landed slowly and said, "What do you want to rely on?"
Dad took the jade slip off his head and threw it into my arms. He touched my head and said, "I have told your Uncle Dahai about everything in general. Before I told him, he didn't want to see me. I told him He exchanged some knowledge with each other, and he happily accepted it. Of course, what you wrote accounts for a large part of it, so I guess you two can have a good conversation."
"Tell me how many other things you have hidden." Dad said, grabbing me and jumping on the sword and driving away.
I nodded my head and said, "Okay."
I sat up and looked at my father and said, "Isn't it because the matter has not been settled?"
That night, my father knocked on the door and said, "What? Are you sleeping?"
When I walked in and dragged me out of my confusion, I thought about walking outside. The towel got wet and flew towards my face.
I shook my head and said, "I can fly, but not with my sword."
"The chairman of the Disabled Persons' Federation lost one of his hands when he was a child, but his cultivation is really good at overcoming tribulations. You should know better than me that he is very open in the fairy world, but he took the initiative to transfer to the Disabled Persons' Federation. I heard that he came to the Disabled Persons' Federation Later, it became more and more impressive. Lan Xiang's academy was also funded by him. It started as a true fusion academy, but because it recruited some unqualified and disabled students all year round, it was helplessly downgraded by the fairy world to a fake fusion academy. If he was willing to accept it, Our son. It shouldn’t be that unpleasant to say, besides, it’s not a matter of minutes whether you say a few words or not,” the mother said, thinking.
"I'm not born to be a cultivator, I told you before." I said helplessly, rubbing my spanked butt.
Dad smiled, raised the jade slip, and put it against his head.
Dad landed slowly and said, "What do you want to rely on?"
"Tell me how many other things you have hidden." Dad said, grabbing me and jumping on the sword and driving away.
The sound reached my ears clearly.
That night, my father knocked on the door and said, "What? Are you sleeping?"
"No, I really can't learn." I said. I didn't dare to say that it was because of my parents' pressure.
"This is called a jetpack. Although it can't reach the speed of the sword, it still has a maximum speed of ten meters per second, and it can be modified and improved." I yelled.
"Can this backpack keep up with the speed of my sword?" Dad said.
I ran back into the house, carried a backpack and went out to my father's side.
Dad swung his long sword and flew into the air.
I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly. High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air. Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.
Dad shook his head and said: "You don't know how to communicate from thousands of miles away? How bad are you at learning? Just whisper it and I can hear you. Then you, this spray paint backpack, what do you need to consume as power?"
Dad took the jade slip off his head and threw it into my arms. He touched my head and said, "I have told your Uncle Dahai about everything in general. Before I told him, he didn't want to see me. I told him He exchanged some knowledge with each other, and he happily accepted it. Of course, what you wrote accounts for a large part of it, so I guess you two can have a good conversation."
"Can this backpack keep up with the speed of my sword?" Dad said.
"That's all, let's go upstairs." Mom walked into the kitchen slowly.
"No, I'm awake." I said.
Dad shook his head and said: "You don't know how to communicate from thousands of miles away? How bad are you at learning? Just whisper it and I can hear you. Then you, this spray paint backpack, what do you need to consume as power?"
I nodded my head and said, "Okay."
…
Just when he was about to strike a second time, he stopped mid-swing.
"The chairman of the Disabled Persons' Federation lost one of his hands when he was a child, but his cultivation is really good at overcoming tribulations. You should know better than me that he is very open in the fairy world, but he took the initiative to transfer to the Disabled Persons' Federation. I heard that he came to the Disabled Persons' Federation Later, it became more and more impressive. Lan Xiang's academy was also funded by him. It started as a true fusion academy, but because it recruited some unqualified and disabled students all year round, it was helplessly downgraded by the fairy world to a fake fusion academy. If he was willing to accept it, Our son. It shouldn’t be that unpleasant to say, besides, it’s not a matter of minutes whether you say a few words or not,” the mother said, thinking.
"That's all, let's go upstairs." Mom walked into the kitchen slowly.
"It doesn't have to be too fast. Of course, the speed can be adjusted again. If this was done recently, I wouldn't dare go too fast." I said nervously.
"Angry? It's a joke. Who has walked the path my son is going to take? But if you can't figure it out, I'll give you a beating." The father said through gritted teeth.
That night, my father knocked on the door and said, "What? Are you sleeping?"
The sound reached my ears clearly.
Dad swung his long sword and flew into the air.
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
"The dean's surname is Pang, and his name is Dahai. Just call him Uncle Dahai, and I will take you to see him tomorrow. Tell him about your weird ideas, and I think he will invite you to enroll." Dad. said.
"The chairman of the Disabled Persons' Federation lost one of his hands when he was a child, but his cultivation is really good at overcoming tribulations. You should know better than me that he is very open in the fairy world, but he took the initiative to transfer to the Disabled Persons' Federation. I heard that he came to the Disabled Persons' Federation Later, it became more and more impressive. Lan Xiang's academy was also funded by him. It started as a true fusion academy, but because it recruited some unqualified and disabled students all year round, it was helplessly downgraded by the fairy world to a fake fusion academy. If he was willing to accept it, Our son. It shouldn’t be that unpleasant to say, besides, it’s not a matter of minutes whether you say a few words or not,” the mother said, thinking.
That night, my father knocked on the door and said, "What? Are you sleeping?"
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
"There is a thing called a voice changer, which disguises your voices and records them on jade slips and passes them to the teacher. The teacher has almost never noticed that I'm pretending to be my parents. I've been hiding it for several years." I said with a wry smile.
"You treacherous son, let's see if I don't beat you to death." Dad said and slowed down the flying speed.
I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly. High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air. Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.
"But you burned my book. If I dictated it, wouldn't it be clear what I wanted to say?" I said nervously.
Dad said: "If you don't want to eat anymore, take your son to see Peng Hai."
Dad almost took two steps forward, grabbed the back of the sword and pointed it at my butt.
Before I had time to say yes, my father pulled me out of the door.
"Son, do you really want to learn these?" Mom said.
Dad stopped one meter in front of me, and I adjusted the joystick to fly horizontally.
At this time, two Yujian flew out of the room, and his father said: "I, Yujian, will take you to Uncle Dahai's house, or will you follow me yourself?"
I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly. High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air. Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.
My father turned his head and saw me flying beside him. His mouth moved slightly and the sound came into my mind and said, "What a strange thing you are."
Clothes also flew in from all directions and were put on quickly.
"You treacherous son, let's see if I don't beat you to death." Dad said and slowed down the flying speed.
"It doesn't have to be too fast. Of course, the speed can be adjusted again. If this was done recently, I wouldn't dare go too fast." I said nervously.
"This fat man has a bit of a weird personality. Although I can meet him during meetings, there is almost no contact with him. Let me give it a try." Dad said and waved his hand, and the flying sword flew into the air.
"It doesn't have to be too fast. Of course, the speed can be adjusted again. If this was done recently, I wouldn't dare go too fast." I said nervously.
I held the jade slip and pressed it to my head, and a stream of light flashed almost verbatim all the contents in the book.
"I'm not born to be a cultivator, I told you before." I said helplessly, rubbing my spanked butt.
"That's all, let's go upstairs." Mom walked into the kitchen slowly.
"This is called a jetpack. Although it can't reach the speed of the sword, it still has a maximum speed of ten meters per second, and it can be modified and improved." I yelled.
"Your grades are so bad, why hasn't the teacher called your parents for several years?" Dad said angrily.
"Angry? It's a joke. Who has walked the path my son is going to take? But if you can't figure it out, I'll give you a beating." The father said through gritted teeth.
Dad shook his head and said: "You don't know how to communicate from thousands of miles away? How bad are you at learning? Just whisper it and I can hear you. Then you, this spray paint backpack, what do you need to consume as power?"
"Tell me how many other things you have hidden." Dad said, grabbing me and jumping on the sword and driving away.
I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly. High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air. Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.
"I'm not born to be a cultivator, I told you before." I said helplessly, rubbing my spanked butt.
Early the next morning, Dad knocked on the door.
"You treacherous son, let's see if I don't beat you to death." Dad said and slowed down the flying speed.
"You treacherous son, let's see if I don't beat you to death." Dad said and slowed down the flying speed.
The sound reached my ears clearly.
Dad took the jade slip off his head and threw it into my arms. He touched my head and said, "I have told your Uncle Dahai about everything in general. Before I told him, he didn't want to see me. I told him He exchanged some knowledge with each other, and he happily accepted it. Of course, what you wrote accounts for a large part of it, so I guess you two can have a good conversation."
I yelled at the top of my lungs and said, "You just said that you won't hit me again after I catch up with you."
Dad stopped one meter in front of me, and I adjusted the joystick to fly horizontally.
When I walked in and dragged me out of my confusion, I thought about walking outside. The towel got wet and flew towards my face.
I said helplessly: "Gasoline and engines, you can buy a lot of these materials for one silver coin. It's cheaper than a can of rootless water for refining medicine. My Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission is also D-level. My cultivation level can only What I can do is reading jade slips and simple object levitation."
"So Dad, you're not angry with me anymore?" I said with a smile.
I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly. High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air. Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.
"Your grades are so bad, why hasn't the teacher called your parents for several years?" Dad said angrily.
"This fat man has a bit of a weird personality. Although I can meet him during meetings, there is almost no contact with him. Let me give it a try." Dad said and waved his hand, and the flying sword flew into the air.
"That's all, let's go upstairs." Mom walked into the kitchen slowly.
Dad smiled, raised the jade slip, and put it against his head.
I held the jade slip and pressed it to my head, and a stream of light flashed almost verbatim all the contents in the book.
"I... my score in swordsmanship is only D, and I'm not suitable for flying if it's less than C..." I said nervously.
"There is a thing called a voice changer, which disguises your voices and records them on jade slips and passes them to the teacher. The teacher has almost never noticed that I'm pretending to be my parents. I've been hiding it for several years." I said with a wry smile.
Just when he was about to strike a second time, he stopped mid-swing.
"Angry? It's a joke. Who has walked the path my son is going to take? But if you can't figure it out, I'll give you a beating." The father said through gritted teeth.
"This fat man has a bit of a weird personality. Although I can meet him during meetings, there is almost no contact with him. Let me give it a try." Dad said and waved his hand, and the flying sword flew into the air.
"You treacherous son, let's see if I don't beat you to death." Dad said and slowed down the flying speed.
"I've heard of this. Do you remember the chairman of the Provincial Disabled Persons' Federation?" Mom said.
"Chairman of the Federation of Disabled Persons? That damn fat guy?" Dad said.
"Angry? It's a joke. Who has walked the path my son is going to take? But if you can't figure it out, I'll give you a beating." The father said through gritted teeth.
"This is called a jetpack. Although it can't reach the speed of the sword, it still has a maximum speed of ten meters per second, and it can be modified and improved." I yelled.
"I've heard of this. Do you remember the chairman of the Provincial Disabled Persons' Federation?" Mom said.
I held the jade slip and pressed it to my head, and a stream of light flashed almost verbatim all the contents in the book.
I yelled at the top of my lungs and said, "You just said that you won't hit me again after I catch up with you."
I ran back into the house, carried a backpack and went out to my father's side.
I pulled the rope on the backpack, and the two jets at the back of the backpack began to rotate and shake rapidly. High-heat air spurted out, pushing me into the air. Then I switched the direction of the spray and followed my father.
Just when he was about to strike a second time, he stopped mid-swing.
Dad stopped one meter in front of me, and I adjusted the joystick to fly horizontally.
"The chairman of the Disabled Persons' Federation lost one of his hands when he was a child, but his cultivation is really good at overcoming tribulations. You should know better than me that he is very open in the fairy world, but he took the initiative to transfer to the Disabled Persons' Federation. I heard that he came to the Disabled Persons' Federation Later, it became more and more impressive. Lan Xiang's academy was also funded by him. It started as a true fusion academy, but because it recruited some unqualified and disabled students all year round, it was helplessly downgraded by the fairy world to a fake fusion academy. If he was willing to accept it, Our son. It shouldn’t be that unpleasant to say, besides, it’s not a matter of minutes whether you say a few words or not,” the mother said, thinking.
Dad stopped one meter in front of me, and I adjusted the joystick to fly horizontally.
"This fat man has a bit of a weird personality. Although I can meet him during meetings, there is almost no contact with him. Let me give it a try." Dad said and waved his hand, and the flying sword flew into the air.
"I'm really not that bad, why can't you let me try." I said.
"But you burned my book. If I dictated it, wouldn't it be clear what I wanted to say?" I said nervously.
Dad listened and looked at me and said, "Okay, then follow me with your things. If you do, I promise not to hit you in the future."
I ran back into the house, carried a backpack and went out to my father's side.
Dad looked at me floating in the air, smiled bitterly and said, "That's it, that's it. You have strengthened your wings. I won't hit you in the future."
I held the jade slip and pressed it to my head, and a stream of light flashed almost verbatim all the contents in the book.
Before I had time to say yes, my father pulled me out of the door.