Monster Refining System Chapter 420: That’s how I am expanded

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Distressed, helpless, and uncomfortable.

Zhang Ziling gave the only one thousand dollars left in his wallet to Xia Fukun.

Then watched Xia Fukun humming happily and went back.

After returning home, Xia Fukun's eyes suddenly turned red when looking at the familiar furnishings and the busy figure in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm back."

Xia Fukun put one thousand yuan on the table.

"Xiao Kun, what are you doing! Why come back so late?"

Xia Fukun's nose became sore when she heard what her mother said. Because of Zhang Ziling, he often comes back later, but he will grasp the time and go home before twelve o'clock. And every time I go home, my mother will be busy in the kitchen, cooking a bowl of noodles for herself.

When he was on the Jiuyou Continent, he really wanted to return to Earth soon. After all, there are many people on Earth that he misses and cares about.

Xia Fukun on the Nine Nether Continent is not a completely real Xia Fukun. Only on this earth can he truly be himself...

Just...

After really returning to the earth, Xia Fukun suddenly felt that there were so many things on the Nine Nether Continent that he could hardly give up.

There are many, many people waiting for his return...

What happened to the abyss?

Are those demons invading Jiuyou Continent again?

Can Ye Qingwan and the others stand it?

Wait, wait...

All these questions linger in Xia Fukun's heart.

At this time, Xia Fukun suddenly discovered that after he really returned to the earth, he was not happy...

In his heart, it always feels like something is missing...

"Where is Dad?"

Taking a deep breath, Xia Fukun quietly wiped away the teardrops from the corner of his eyes, and asked the busy figure in front of him.

"Your dad is working overtime today. It is estimated that he will be back later."

As Xia said, she came to the restaurant with a bowl of noodles, and she was taken aback when she saw the thousand yuan on the table.

"Xiao Kun! Where did the money come from? Are you going to do something illegal, right?"

"Hehe...how can it be done!"

Xia Fukun smiled awkwardly.

"The money is from Zhang Ziling's respect for your two elders."

"Zhang Ziling?"

Xia's mother is still a little impressed with Xia Fukun's classmates and Zhang Ziling.

"You said so, but people don't owe us anything. You are so neat and inappropriate! Hurry up and send the money back tomorrow!"

"I..."

Looking at his mother's stern expression, Xia Fukun sighed and silently collected the thousand yuan on the table.

A simple bowl of Yangchun noodles, but Xia Fukun ate very happily.

"Xiao Kun, what do you say about the cultivators on the TV? I have been watching the news these past two days, saying, "Someone awakens, what happened, and then I robbed the bank. You said these cultivators?" Why do you want to grab the bank when you wake up?"

While eating, Mother Xia suddenly turned to a news station, and the headline on the TV was "Awakening Cultivators, take the empty hand and grab the bank with bare hands." Xia Fukun couldn't help but stunned.

He remembered that Zhang Ziling told himself just now that the number of cultivators on the earth has increased day by day, but he did not expect that the news in the past two days had already begun to broadcast.

As soon as I was about to speak, I heard a knock on the door.

When Xia Fukun opened the door, he discovered that at the door of his house, a blood man staggering was about to lean on him.

"Fuck! Who are you?!"

Xia Fukun took a breath, and as soon as he was about to push the figure in front of him, he swept the work card hanging on the opponent's neck.

"Dad?"

Xia Fukun was stunned.

This **** man who was beaten up is actually his father? ? ?

"Dad, what's wrong with you!"

Xia Fukun quickly helped in the figure at the door.

"Old Xia! What are you doing!"

Xia Mu was also in a hurry, and tears came out all of a sudden.

"What is the urgency?"

Father Xia gritted his teeth, his expression very painful.

"It's just a little skin trauma, it doesn't matter. You go and put some hot water for me, I'll just wash it."

Speaking, Father Xia is going to the room.

Xia Fukun grabbed Father Xia's wrist.

Push hard in your hands.

"Dad, who did it?"

Looking at Xia Fukun with a bit of astonishment, Father Xia frowned and said:

"Xiao Kun, I know that you care about Dad, but you don’t care about it. It’s a young man on the construction site. He said a few words today. He didn’t expect to talk, but he suddenly woke up and changed. Become a cultivator. Just beat me like this. You...hey! Xiaokun!"

Before Xia's father was finished, Xia Fukun ran out of the house.

He knew the construction site where his father was.

And since that person awakened and became a cultivator, he would feel confident even if he hit his father. So at the moment, it should still be on the construction site.

His Xia Fukun has a good temper. As long as the baby that should be given is given, Xia Fukun will not embarrass the other party too much.

But--

There is one thing he can't tolerate anyway.

That is--

Others act on the people around him.

Even if he Xia Fukun is really just an ordinary person now, even if the opponent's strength is much higher than him, he will still go.

After all--

The inverse scales of a dragon can't be touched by anyone.

Soon...

Xia Fukun came to the construction site where Xia's father was.

In order to keep up with the progress, some projects nowadays do not care about the life and death of the workers, and work overtime at night. When Xia Fukun came, the construction site was still brightly lit.

Some figures are still busy.

Some figures are piled together under a lighting lamp. With cigarettes in his mouth, playing poker.

"Brother Liang! The punch you gave Lao Xia today is really handsome! Fuck, you don't know, I can see clearly, Lao Xia was punched by you, directly It was a few meters away!"

"Blow it! It's a few meters! Obviously it's dozens of meters!"

Slapped flattering one after another, the young man surrounded by the crowd with a Chinese cigarette in his mouth said cheerfully:

"Don’t say it’s Lao Xia, even if the contractor comes and talks to me like this, I can’t make a mistake! What’s the matter? I’m a cultivator and I’m so bloated. Did I do something wrong ?"