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"According to informed sources, on the evening of December 24, a large-scale mechanical warfare occurred in the Golden Eagle Empire Financial and Economic Center and the free port of Yossi. A terrorist attack was suspected. As of 2.43 Xuanjing time, no relevant organization has yet It means responsibility ... "

In Xingcheng Garden District, in a small three-story building, An Father An Jianzhong is watching the TV intently.

The sofa was a bit petite under his burly body.

Click ~

An Jian shook with the sound of a key spinning in the door lock.

He pushed open the door, and An Qisheng glanced at the lighted kitchen and whispered, "Dad, mom, I'm back."

两 At half past two in the morning, only his house was lit in the entire villa area.

"Just come back."

Jian Anzhong got up and took over his son's suitcase and set aside, looking at his son who was getting thinner and thinner than his own legs, his eyes were red.

The father of Lu'an is nearly one-meter-nine in height. Because of his martial arts, he is very burly and full of North China.

"Qiqi is back?"

With an exclaim, a middle-aged woman in an apron rushed out of the kitchen.

"Mom."

An Qisheng had a headache: "How old am I? You still call me Qiqi ..."

"Qiqi, you're thin again."

My mother's hand was straight and her tears flowed down.

Although I knew this year with my son's video, but really seeing his son become so thin, he still feels heartache.

"My son finally came back once, how can you cry!"

As soon as Jian Anzhong stared, he saw this least:

"Go and cook, your son should be hungry."

奇 "Qiqi, mom goes to cook, you sit with your dad first."

Mother An wiped her tears and went into the kitchen.

"Dad, you and your mother are fine these days."

An Qisheng was sitting on the sofa, and once he pressed the remote control, the paused news began to play again.

"It's all good."

Wu Anjian picked up an orange and handed it to his son:

"Don't talk about us, haven't you deteriorated anymore? I heard people say that there has been a case like you in the Golden Eagle Guocheng City Hospital, should we go and see?"

不用 "No need to go, I know my illness."

She Anqisheng peeled oranges, looking calm:

"Let me stay with you for the rest of the time."

The so-called terminal illness is divided into two types, one is motor neuron disease, a disease such as cancer that cannot be overcome temporarily, and the other is a difficult disease commonly known as strange disease.

This kind of disease is not necessarily more difficult to treat than before, but it is very rare. Such diseases as him are rare enough for doctors to discuss the naming right with him.

There is no precedent, no cure, no experience, no reason.

Even if he lives in the best military hospital in Daxuan, the best doctors can only watch him getting weaker and helpless.

It looks like there is a black hole in his body. No amount of tonic can keep up with the passing.

In just one year, he lost more than 30 kilograms and lost his bones.

According to the doctor, at most another year, he will become a skeleton.

"Yeah, the Golden Eagle is not very peaceful recently, it seems to have suffered a terrorist attack ..."

She sighed and felt weak in the center.

In the past, even in the face of no matter how fierce criminals, he was not so powerless.

As both father and son fell into silence, the atmosphere in the room became heavy. Only on TV, the news was still being broadcast.

"Terrorist attack? Aren't Beards killed?"

An Anqi pretended to be curious and broke the silence.

"Don't there be a news yesterday saying that the statue of the Golden Eagle disappeared? Later, although the rumors were fake news, someone filmed that there were more than a dozen planes crashing in a large-scale mechanical warfare in the free port of Yeocheng."

Wu Anjian picked up the remote control, and the screen jumped to the previously broadcast news:

不过 "However, this has not yet been recognized by the Golden Eagles."

Luan Qisheng looked at it, and saw the smoke splattering on the shaking picture. The land was rolled up, and the wreckage of an aircraft was faintly visible:

"Golden Eagle has always been a self-proclaimed police officer in the world. This time, such revenge must be terrible. No matter what the organization is, there will be trouble."

The number of terrorist attacks on the Golden Eagle Country can be quite a lot, but An Qisheng was a little surprised that it could cause so much damage and casualties.

"Yeah, I haven't organized to admit it, so I know that the revenge is terrible."

Wu Anjian nodded.

The Golden Eagle and Daxuan are called the two poles of the world, facing each other across the ocean, and any other small country and power will not be their opponents.

Any terrorist organization that jumps out will be crushed to death.

"Lao An, the rice is ready, and we are not ready to serve."

安 In the kitchen, Madam shouted.

"coming!"

Wu Anjian pressed his son who thought of him and strode into the kitchen.

Hair crabs, braised pork, pork ribs, beef soup, not only rich and large.

"Qiqi, eat more."

Auntie An clipped a rib to An Qisheng: "What are you like?"

"Mom, I'll do it myself."

I looked at a full bowl of dishes, An Qisheng smiled bitterly, and moved the chopsticks.

His meal size is already very large. He is bigger than his father who practiced martial arts all the year round. After getting sick, his meal quantity has increased dramatically.

A meal can eat the amount of ordinary people for three days.

After a while, the food had been swept away by him.

"Go to bed early, the martial arts fair will start tomorrow, let your dad take you to see."

In the bedroom, Anmu laid an bed for An Qisheng and urged him to go to bed quickly.

"Martial Arts Fair?"

Wu Anqisheng moved. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Da Xuan Wu style is quite prosperous, far from being comparable to previous lives. Every year, the Wushu Association will hold national expositions to introduce the development of Da Xuan Wushu and display the cultural relics left by its predecessors.

I just didn't expect Xingcheng's turn.

"I know, you should go to bed quickly."

He sent away his mother, An Qisheng was lying on the bed, still wondering about his ability to awaken.

Along the way, he thought for a long time.

感觉 He felt that he was not unable to see Gu Changfeng's past, but lacked the necessary medium.

As for the required medium.

The ancient Gu Changfeng died in the flames of war, not even the remains, only to work **** what he left behind.

He originally planned to take time to go to Modu Martial Arts Center to find it after returning home this time.

This martial arts fair is happening.

As the first person in martial arts for three hundred years, Gu Changfeng's position in Daxuan martial arts naturally needless to say.

Martial arts fair, naturally can not avoid him.

"Qiqi, you haven't slept yet!"

The knock on the door interrupted An Qisheng's thinking.

"Sleep now."

I pressed the light, and An Qisheng naturally took the position of Li Longshui Dangong, and soon fell asleep.

Uh ...

一 In the early morning of the next day, An Qisheng woke up on time and left as An Fu drove towards the Wushu Expo.

"When the martial arts started, it is impossible to test, but the real establishment of the martial arts system is still 300 years ago, after the central martial arts hall created by Mr. Gu, he communicated with all martial arts masters after all the boxing operations. OK, and still in use today. "

After waiting for the traffic lights, An Jianzhong said:

"Six Realms of Boxing, Light, Darkness, Hua, Dan, He, God!"