230: C230 Solve the Hidden Dangers

C230 Solve the Hidden Dangers

When Shen Qingfeng returned home, his mother Yang Yajing just got off work.

"Eh? Son, aren't you in Yanjing? Why did you come back so quietly?"

Her eyes were filled with joy. She hurriedly prepared vegetables and meat, and prepared to make dumplings for dinner tonight.

"Nothing much, I just suddenly missed you guys..."

"Mom, there's no need to be busy. I'll be going back tomorrow. You can rest for a while!"

Shen Qingfeng carefully observed his mother's expression. Luckily, he found it in time. His condition had not acted up yet. He only needed the pill's power to get rid of it.

"Child, how can you be so attached to your family in college... Everything in the family is fine, you do not need to worry."

"Just sit there. You don't have to do anything. Your father will be back in a while..."

"I have to call this bastard. He doesn't know to go home early after work."

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Hearing his mother's familiar nagging, a gentle smile appeared on Shen Qingfeng's face.

He brewed a pot of tea and placed a high-grade pill within it. Once the pill's power dissipated, a cup of tea would be able to solve the hidden danger of his parents.

After a while, the door was opened and Shen Wentian came back in a suit.

"Stinking brat, why did you suddenly remember to go home? You didn't even come back during the festival last time. I missed your dad to death!"

"Hahaha..."

He walked over and gave Shen Qingfeng a strong bear hug. After his son became a talent, he became a hundred times more energetic. His career had actually improved to a whole new level.

His physical fitness was much better than Yang Yajing's, and the black cloud between his brows was not very obvious.

"Aiya! Change of shoes! Hurry up and wash your hands. When you are done, come over and help. Maybe my son did not have a good lunch at noon!"

Yang Yajing immediately walked over to catch the strong man. The dishes at home were just enough. She prepared to make a large table of dishes.

"Dad, Mom, don't be in a hurry. Drink this bowl of tea! It is almost cold."

Shen Qingfeng brought two bowls of tea over. Since he was back, he had to first get rid of the hidden dangers.

"Alright, my son has grown up now. He knows that I like to drink tea, hehe..."

After Shen Wentian and Yang Yajing finished drinking a cup of tea, the pill power entered their bodies. They immediately felt refreshed and the problem of coughing was cured in an instant.

"The water today is really sweet! The Longjing tea that I drank from the mountain spring water last time was also far from being as good as this taste."

After Shen Wentian finished drinking, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Forget it! When I see my son, the water will be sweet. Hurry up and work."

Yang Yajing rolled her eyes. This fellow was too good at praising people. Didn't that mean he wanted to cover up her limelight?

Shen Qingfeng peacefully ate a reunion dinner at home. He chatted with his parents about the interesting things that happened in school. This kind of warm feeling had not been felt for a long time.

In the ancient times, there was a cultivation method called The Emotion of the Emotion. The Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion. The Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion of the Emotion.

When cultivated to the extreme, one could say nothing. All living beings listen to orders. The body does not move. The Heavens and Earth bow.

However, he did not envy this kind of power. If cultivation required one to destroy one's emotions, then what kind of immortal was cultivating?1

The next morning, the matter had already been resolved.

What he gave his parents was a high-level spirit pill that could continuously improve their constitution and prevent diseases from occurring.

After laying down the foundation, he would consider using the pill that allowed them to break through to the next realm to increase their cultivation base, so that they could at least have the strength to protect themselves.

"Did you take a day off this time? How about staying for two more days?"

Shen Wentian couldn't help but ask.

When it was time to part, there would always be a reluctance in his heart. His son would have to start a family in the future. If he ran far away, the chances of him returning home would be even lower.

"What nonsense are you saying? The Yanjing University is so busy with homework that it is almost time for the exam. My son specially took a day off to see a bad old man like you. Isn't that enough?"

Yang Yajing glared at her husband. Learning was the most important thing. If her son had a promising future, would it be so important whether he returned home or not?

" Hehe... Your mother is sensible. Be careful on the road. "

Shen Wentian's desire to live was very strong, and he instantly changed his tone.

"Got it. I'll be leaving first."

Shen Qingfeng waved his hand and said goodbye to his parents.

Now that his strength had increased, his opponent's strength had also become more and more terrifying, and he was becoming more and more useless.

After all, his foundation was in the Jiangdong. No matter if it was Lin Feng or Xu Jing, they were far from being able to fight a Tribulation Stage warrior, so there was no need to alarm them.

He called the airport directly. The tickets had already been booked. He set the first stop at Indian. After all, Gunnar had directly attacked his family.

The cultivators in this country were special. After all, their beliefs were united. Most of them lived in a Holy City, because there were relics of the gods there.

In the Holy City, there were huge statues with different appearances, but they were the same god - the God of Destruction.

It was said that this god had the dual personality of reproduction, destruction, creation, and destruction. He had all kinds of strange and strange appearances.

There were people like Singh who were independent, and there were also people like Gunnar who rose to a high position in the Holy City and had a certain amount of right to speak.

There were also many people who cultivated hard in the Holy City. They breathed smoke and smoke, and they relied on drinking marijuana to get close to the god.

On this day, a young man in white walked into the Holy City with a sword in hand. With a swing of his sword, the huge statue collapsed with a loud bang.

"I am Shen Qingfeng, and I have come to pay a visit to all kinds of experts!"

A loud voice spread across the entire Holy City. Many cultivators with low cultivation were shocked to the point of vomiting blood and fainting.

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