Chapter 241

"There's a moon behind it?" Li Wenhao was a little stunned. He put his hand on his back and touched a crescent shaped scar. Then he picked up Wang Xiaoyou and said with a smile.

"It's not the moon. It's my father who was injured many years ago in order to save a poor woman!"

"Is a woman who lives hard, her mother?" Wang Xiaoyou stares big eyes, small face is very curious: "mother is an orphan since childhood, suffered a lot of hardships, she always says, he is a woman of hard life."

"Smart boy!"

Li Wenhao smiles and kisses her baby daughter fennen's face.

He took two steps outside, hesitated for a moment, and then came back with his left hand in the red bath bucket.

There's still some blood energy left in it. It's the will of all the officers and men. We can't waste it.

"Dad will show you a trick, boiling water with iron hands!"

With that, his left hand pricked, a large flame came out, the red blood in the bath bucket rolled violently, the white fog rolled, and an invisible red energy was sucked into his body along his arm.

"Wow, dad is so good. He can set fire with his hands!" Wang Xiaoyou claps his hands happily, and his big eyes are full of adoring little stars.

The speed of endless flame refining blood energy is very fast. Between a few breaths, a big bucket of blood water becomes ordinary boiling water.

"Of course, your father is the overlord. Soon you will be the little princess!" Li Wenhao came out of the tent with a little girl in her arms.

It's just that there are some doubts between eyes and brows. This method of using endless flame appears in my mind inexplicably. It's really weird.

Outside the tent, his eyes are bright and slightly dazzling. It's been more than an hour since he was in a coma, but it's just like a world away.

Even the air seems to be a little different, and the spiritual power is more strong.

No, it's not that the psychic power has become stronger, but that the body has changed and become stronger, including the perception of psychic power.

"System, what is my martial arts qualification now?"

"Ding, congratulations to the host. The martial arts talent has reached 19 o'clock!"

Li Wenhao thought for a moment, and then asked in his heart, "system, what is the highest point of transcendence? Is there any other advanced level on it?"

"Ding, the highest level of transcendental realm is 100 points. After breaking through, you can enter the divine and human realm. The host's authority is not enough. Please find out the specific information by yourself."

"A hundred, so much?"

"Dad, my mother is making delicious food. Put me down quickly!" Li Wenhao asked again. The little girl was not happy. She twisted her little butt and fell down.

Not far ahead, he set up several tents, which are obviously much better than his temporary tent.

It's made of black animal skin. It's not only warm and thick, but also very beautiful. At the top of the tent, there is a three legged gold black made of gold, shining in the sun.

"Where did this tent come from? Why don't I know?" Li Wenhao was a little confused. He bent down to put down the little girl and followed her.

Outside the tent, Yi Lianhua, the mother of the little girl, with two maids, was busy around a stove, on which a mysterious iron pot was put, "Gudong, Gudong," smelling.

"Mother, I'm hungry. I want to eat stewed turkey!" The little girl, wearing a red fur coat and running with short legs, is getting fatter and fatter.

It's like a round ball rolling on the grass, half running, "poop," and falling.

This is beautiful. There are still two sugar gourds left in my hand. The little girl is lying on the ground, flat mouth and wants to cry.

"Look at you child, you can't walk slowly!" Yi Lianhua twisted to see, lying on the ground, pitiful baby pimple, headache cover the forehead: "don't cry, get up on your own!"

"What's the matter with the children?" Li Wenhao took two steps behind and picked up the girl carefully.

Palm spread out, there are several pieces of black chocolate: "eat this, this is called chocolate, much better than sugar gourd!"

"Chocolate?" Little girl a face of grievance, skeptical picked up a stuffed into the mouth, immediately eyes bright.

Holding Li Wenhao's neck, he gave a kiss on the big red face: "Dad is the best, better than mom!"

Li Wenhao grinned foolishly. This sentence sounds comfortable.

Yi Lianhua came over with a spoon in her hand. Looking at the big one and the small one, she felt very congested. With the help of the little girl, how can she be disciplined in the future!

"Mr. Hou, I've cooked a pot of Turkey stewed with Lingshen. It's most suitable for enriching blood. Try it."

"Well, your pot of Turkey stewed Lingshen smells familiar. I seem to have eaten it somewhere before."

Li Wenhao didn't refuse either. He held the little girl with a smile and walked over.

Instead of going into the tent, he sat by the fire.

The soldiers guarding the periphery immediately moved the seats and made a barrier to keep out the wind.

"Get out of here, I'm not so weak yet!" Li Wenhao turned black and waved his hand.

This is not in front of the beautiful woman, who lost him!"Have a taste, marquis. I'll take my children to eat in it." Yi Lianhua filled the turkey in a bowl and brought it up with a somewhat restrained look.

"It's OK. You and Xiao you sit down. We'll eat together. We just want to ask you something." Li Wenhao lowered his head to drink a mouthful of soup and frowned slightly.

Looking up at Yi Lianhua's eyes, something is wrong.

The memory in front of my eyes is gradually clear. Once upon a time, Wang Le with big beard seemed to have drunk the same soup in an elegant room.

The taste is unique and hard to forget.

"Well, I'll listen to the Lord!" Yi Lianhua sits on the opposite side with a red face and puts the little girl beside her.

I don't know. I thought I had a bodyguard.

"Is Xiaoyou's father the family of Tiechuan king?" Li Wenhao lowered his head and continued to drink soup with a spoon, seemingly casually asked.

"Bang," Yi Lianhua turned pale, and the spoon she just picked up fell into the bowl.

Her skin was yellow and wrinkled, and her figure was slightly bloated. But the brightness of her eyes was amazing.

"He is the third son of the Wang family. He was forced to flee to the western regions because of his first prostitute in Kyoto City." Li Wenhao said here, put down the spoon.

He began to look at the woman in front of him with complicated eyes. Since he saw Wang Xiaoyou, he had already had a premonition in his heart.

Just subconsciously don't want to believe, didn't expect that nature make people, can't hide!

"How do you know? Have you met him? " Yi Lianhua lost her square inch completely. Her face changed greatly, and even her eyes were full of tears.

"Mother?" Wang Xiaoyou doesn't chew the drumstick any more. He stares at his mother, and his face is full of worry.

"You two, take the young lady to the tent for dinner!"

Li Wenhao did not answer, but ordered the two maids to wait on the side.