Happy little peasants

Jiang Xiaohu was really angry. Even if he was too critical, he had never seen a middle-aged man who was abused so miserably before, and he was the father of the original owner of this body.

"Hu'er, hurry up and show your dad. If it's late, I'm afraid your dad won't be able to hold it."

Hu Yuexin wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Your dad always said that Hu'er hasn't come back, and he won't look at him. Now, he just supports it with one breath."

"Mom, don't worry, Dad cannot die with me, and I have to find out who poisoned Dad!" Jiang Xiaohu said this, a cold light flashed in his eyes. The killing intent appeared suddenly.

Ling Yu’s killing intent appeared in the room for a short period of less than half a second, but Uncle Weng trembled all over, and he sighed in his heart. It seems that the Jiang family is really going to change. I only hope that the young master will not have an accident. it is good.

A look of consternation appeared in Hu Yuexin's eyes, and she also felt that the aura on her son's body was completely wrong, as if he had walked out of Shura Hell.It's just that this breath disappeared completely, making her think it was an illusion.

Therefore, Hu Yuexin was only a momentary astonishment, and soon turned his attention to her husband Jiang Zhanhao.

Only Zhou Lin, who really knew Jiang Xiaohu, knew of a good-tempered Jiang Xiaohu, this time he was really angry.

In fact, even if Jiang Xiaohu was not angry, Zhou Lin couldn't stand it anymore. She never thought that it was the Jiang family. Someone actually poisoned Jiang Xiaohu's parents. How could this human heart be so cruel, even more vicious than a jackal.

"Wife, take my mother and them out. In the next hour, no one is allowed to come near." Jiang Xiaohu turned to look at Zhou Lin, and said with a serious expression.

It would be impossible for Jiang Zhanhao to regain his vitality without an hour.

During this time, no one is allowed to come and disturb.

"it is good."

Zhou Lin nodded seriously, took Hu Yuexin and Uncle Weng out directly, and closed the door of the room at will.

Only Jiang Xiaohu and Jiang Zhanhao are left in the house. At this moment, Jiang Zhanhao's complexion is withered, his lips are white, and his eyes are even more apathetic. He just hangs there in one breath, as if the one standing in the wind may go out at any time. The candlelight is like, and it is supported hard.

Jiang Xiaohu took out the needle bag, put it on the table, opened it, and pulled out dozens of silver needles and gold needles of various lengths. Then he lifted Jiang Zhanhao from the bed and let him lie on the folded quilt. Above.

"Dad, bear with me a little bit, I'll be well soon."

Jiang Xiaohu patted Jiang Zhanhao's shoulder lightly with his hand, and took the opportunity to infuse his true energy into his body. Now he must keep his vitality before he can apply the injection.

Although this person was a stranger to Jiang Xiaohu, the original owner of this body was a close relative. Now Jiang Xiaohu's right is accumulating merit.

When taking the pulse earlier, Jiang Xiaohu discovered that many organs in Jiang Zhanhao’s body are experiencing premature aging, and that toxins accumulate in the body. This kind of poison usually has no effect at all, but when the toxins accumulate to a certain level, people will Will die suddenly because of organ failure.

It can be seen how vicious the poisoned person’s heart is. They don’t treat Jiang Zhanhao as a human at all, and they still have to torture him to death slowly, so that they can achieve it, killing someone without finding their head. Come up.

After 20 minutes of continuous infusion of true energy, Jiang Zhanhao's organ failure trend was forcibly stopped.

"Ahem..."

Jiang Zhanhao coughed feebly, only to feel the heat in the body before he woke up, slowly opened his eyes, felt the familiar breath, and said excitedly: "Hu'er, Hu'er, are you back?"

Because he was lying on his stomach, Jiang Zhanhao wanted to turn his head to see that Jiang Xiaohu had no strength.

"I'm Jiang Xiaohu, your son, come back to see you, Dad, don't move, I will treat your injury and detox. This requires a process, about forty minutes, you stick to it." Jiang Xiaohu took a deep breath. Persuaded in one breath.

"Son, forget it, Dad can see you back to Jiang's house, I'm satisfied, and I'm dead without regrets. Don't waste your efforts." Jiang Zhanhao said weakly, he knew his physical condition very well. No medical treatment has any effect.

And he didn't believe that Jiang Xiaohu could treat him well. Instead of this, it was better to let Jiang Xiaohu not waste that energy.

Jiang Zhanhao was also astonished. When did his son learn medicine?Moreover, the heat flowing from his hands is constantly nourishing his body, and his body is recovering little by little, and he can clearly feel the revival of life.

Suddenly, Jiang Zhanhao felt a lot of information popping up in his head. He almost didn't recognize his son. Is he still the same Jiang Xiaohu?

Suddenly, he understood that this heat energy is not true qi?

So pure enough to repair body organs for others, that zhenqi has reached the realm of the upper third rank.

In that case, isn't his son already able to cultivate and has become a strong man in the Golden Core Stage?

The more I think about it, the more excited Jiang Zhanhao is. He is also a cultivator. Even if his body is so bad, he can still breathe a sigh of relief. Isn't it because his true energy is alive?

It is the period of the clan comparison, and Jiang Xiaohu is really happy to come back.

"Without my permission, no one can let you die!"

Seeing that the repair was almost done, Jiang Xiaohu put his hand back, and immediately sat on the ground to adjust his breath, his tone was particularly domineering and beyond doubt.

"Hey, why are you doing this?"

Jiang Zhanhao sighed, "Comparison is what you need to consider."

"It's more important to save you than any bird race."

Jiang Xiaohu smiled coldly and said that he had planned for the clan for a long time, and he would take back everything that belonged to him this time.

The current Jiang Xiaohu, it is precisely because of the dragon-shaped spirit jade on his chest that continuously delivers spiritual energy to him, that will allow him to have enough true energy to repair Jiang Zhanhao’s body organs, otherwise even if he is the strength of the Jin Dan stage, Can't stand this kind of uncontrolled consumption.

When he got up from the ground, Jiang Xiaohu immediately picked up the silver needle. With a soft drink, dozens of silver needles exploded out of his hands at the same time, like a rain of bullets.

Swish to the acupuncture points on Jiang Zhanhao's back. The acupuncture points of each needle are very precise and just right.

Immediately afterwards, the silver needles spun gently, slowly injecting the Zhen Qi wrapped on them into the acupoints, and finally traveled towards the meridians.