Chapter 420 I'm That Inflated

Distressed, helpless, uncomfortable.

Zhang Ziling handed over the 1,000 yuan left in his wallet to Xia Fukun.

Then he watched Xia Fukun happily humming a ditty and went back.

After returning home, looking at the familiar furnishings and the busy figure in the kitchen, Xia Fukun's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Mom, I'm back."

Xia Fukun put a thousand dollars on the table.

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

Hearing his mother's words, Xia Fukun's nose was sore. Because of Zhang Ziling, he often came back late, but he always seized the time and went 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 myself to satisfy my hunger.

When he was in Jiuyou Continent, he really wanted to return to Earth as soon as possible. After all, on Earth, there were many, many people 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 the earth, Xia Fukun suddenly felt that there were many, many things on the Jiuyou Continent, which he couldn't let go of.

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

What happened to the abyss?

Have those demons invaded the Jiuyou Continent again?

Will Ye Qingwan and the others be able to withstand it?

Etc., etc……

These questions were all lingering in Xia Fukun's mind.

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

In his heart, it always felt like something was missing...

"Where's Dad?"

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

"Your dad is working overtime today, and he probably won't be back until later."

Xia's mother said, and came to the restaurant with a bowl of noodles. Seeing the 1,000 yuan on the table, she couldn't help being stunned.

"Xiao Kun! Where did this money come from? You must be doing something illegal and criminal, right?"

"Hehe...how can it be!"

Xia Fukun smiled awkwardly.

"This money is Zhang Ziling's filial piety to your elders."

"Zhang Ziling?"

For Xia Fukun's classmate and buddy Zhang Ziling, Xia's mother still has a little impression.

"That's what you say, but they don't owe us anything. It's not appropriate for you to be so timid! Hurry up and send the money back to them tomorrow!"

"I……"

Looking at his mother's stern expression, Xia Fukun sighed, and silently put away the thousand dollars on the table.

Xia Fukun enjoyed a simple bowl of Yangchun noodles.

"Xiaokun, what do you mean by the practitioners mentioned on TV? I have been watching the news for the past two days saying that some people have awakened and then robbed the bank. You said that these practitioners have awakened Why are you robbing a bank?"

While eating, Xia's mother suddenly turned to a news station, and the title on the TV was "Awakened practitioners, catch swords with bare hands, rob the bank with bare hands." Xia Fukun couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

He remembered that Zhang Ziling told himself just now that there are more and more practitioners on the earth now, but he didn't expect that the news had already started broadcasting 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 about to lean on him staggeringly.

"Fuck! Who are you?!"

Xia Fukun took a breath, and just as he was about to push the figure in front of him, he scanned the work card hanging around the other's neck.

"dad?"

Xia Fukun was stunned.

The bloody man who was beaten turned out to be his father? ? ?

"Dad, what's wrong with you!"

Xia Fukun quickly helped the figure at the door in.

"Old Xia! What's wrong with you!"

Xia's mother was also anxious, and tears came out all at once.

"What's the hurry?"

Father Xia gritted his teeth, his expression very painful.

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

Saying that, Father Xia was about to walk into the room.

Xia Fukun grabbed Father Xia's wrist.

Use your hands hard.

"Dad, who did it?"

He glanced at Xia Fukun in astonishment, Father Xia frowned and said:

"Xiaokun, I know you care about Dad, but you don't care about it. It's a young man at the construction site who said a few words to him today. Unexpectedly, 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.

And since that person awakened and became a cultivator, he would have nothing to fear even if he beat his father. So at this moment, it should still be on the construction site.

He, Xia Fukun, usually has a decent temper. As long as the treasure that should be given is given, then Xia Fukun will not embarrass the other party too much.

but--

There's one thing he can't stand no matter what.

That is--

Others do something to 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 accessible to anyone.

soon……

Xia Fukun came to the construction site where Father Xia was.

However, in order to catch up with the progress of some projects now, they don't care about the life and death of the workers, and they work overtime at night. When Xia Fukun came 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! The punch you gave Lao Xia today is really handsome! Fuck, you don't know, I can see it clearly, Lao Xia was sent flying by your punch How many meters!"

"Blow it! It's still a few meters! It's obviously tens of meters!"

Flattering one after another, the young man surrounded by the crowd and with a Dazhonghua cigarette dangling from his mouth said cheerfully:

"Don't say it's that old Xia, even if the contractor is here, if you talk to me like that, I'll hit you right! What's wrong? I'm a cultivator, and that's how I'm bloated. Did I do something wrong?"