"According to insiders, on the evening of December 24, a large-scale armed war broke out in the Golden Eagle Empire Financial and Economic Center and a free port in Yocheng, and a terrorist attack was suspected. As of 2:43, Xuanjing time, no relevant organizations have expressed their responsibility for this matter..."

In Xingcheng Garden Community, An’s father An Jianzhong is watching TV attentively.

The sofa looked a little petite under his burly body.

Click ~

With the sound of the key rotating in the door lock, An Jianzhong's body shook.

Pushing open the door, An Qisheng looked at the kitchen with the lights on and whispered: "Dad, mom, I'm back."

At 2:30 in the morning, the only one in the villa area was on his house.

“Just come back.”

An Jianzhong got up and took his son's suitcase and put it down. He looked at his son who was getting thinner and thinner and his waist was not as thick as his legs, and his eyes turned red.

An's father is nearly 1.9 meters tall. Because he practices martial arts all year round, he is very burly. He is a great man in North China.

"Qiqi is back?"

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

"mom."

An Qisheng had a headache: "I'm so old, you still call me Qiqi..."

"Qiqi, you've lost weight again."

An's mother's hands were trembling and tears flowed down her eyes.

Although I can tell you about videos with my son this year, I still feel extremely heartbroken when I see my son so thin.

"My son finally came back once, why are you crying!"

An Jianzhong glared at him and he couldn't see this the most:

"Go and cook quickly, my son should be hungry."

"Qiqi, mom goes to cook, you and your dad will sit for a while first."

An's mother wiped her tears and walked into the kitchen.

"Dad, you and mom are in good health recently."

An Qisheng sat on the sofa, pressed the remote control, and the paused news began to play again.

“Everything is pretty good.”

An Jianzhong picked up an orange and handed it to his son:

"Don't talk about us, your health has not deteriorated anymore, right? I heard that there seems to be cases like you in the Golden Eagle Country Eagle City. Why don't we go and have a look?"

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

An Qisheng peeled the oranges and looked calm:

"For the rest of the time, let me accompany you."

There are two types of terminal illnesses: one is motor neuron disease, cancer, and a disease that cannot be overcome temporarily, and the other is a difficult and complicated disease commonly known as strange diseases.

This type of disease may not be more difficult to treat than the previous ones, but it is very rare. For example, his disease is rare to the doctor discussing the right to naming with him.

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

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

There seemed to be a black hole in his body, and no matter how much he supplemented it, it would not be able to catch up with the passage.

In just one year, he lost more than 30 kilograms and his body was broken and his bones were firm.

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

"Okay, the Golden Eagle Kingdom has not been peaceful recently, and it seems to have suffered a terrorist attack..."

Anjian Center sighed and felt powerless.

In the past, no matter how vicious the criminal was, he would never be so powerless.

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

"Terror attack? Didn't the bearded man bearded all bearded?"

An Qisheng pretended to be curious and broke the silence.

"Isn't there a news yesterday that the Statue of the Golden Eagle Kingdom disappeared? Later, although the rumors were refuted as fake news, someone photographed that a large-scale armed war broke out in the Freeport of Yocheng, and more than ten planes crashed."

An Jianzhong picked up the remote control and pressed it, and the screen jumped to the news that was previously broadcast:

"However, this has not been recognized by the Golden Eagle Kingdom."

When An Qisheng looked, he saw the shaking scene of gunpowder smoke, the land was rolling, and the wreckage of planes could be seen:

"The Golden Eagle Kingdom has always regarded itself as a world policeman. This time, revenge must be terrible. No matter what organization it is, there will be trouble."

The Golden Eagle Kingdom has suffered many terrorist attacks, but it was a bit surprising that it could cause such great damage and casualties.

"Yes, I haven't organized to admit this until now. It's obvious that the next revenge is terrible."

An Jianzhong nodded.

The Golden Eagle Kingdom and Daxuan are the two poles of the world, far away from the ocean, and no other small country or force will be their opponents.

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

"Lao An, the meal is ready, so I won't come to serve the dishes yet."

In the kitchen, An's mother shouted.

"Here you come!"

An Jianzhong held down his son who was thinking of getting up and strode into the kitchen.

Hairy crab, braised pork, pork ribs, beef soup, and the meals are not only rich, but also large in quantity.

"Qiqi, eat more."

An’s mother picked up a piece of rib for An Qisheng: “How thin are you?”

"Mom, I'll do it myself."

Looking at the full bowl of dishes, An Qisheng smiled bitterly and moved the bowls and chopsticks.

His appetite is already very high, even older than An’s father, who has been practicing martial arts for many years. After he got sick, his appetite increased sharply.

A meal can be eaten by ordinary people for three days.

After a while, the food was swept away by him.

"Go to bed early, the martial arts fair is about to begin tomorrow. Let your dad take you to see it."

In the bedroom, An's mother made a bed for An Qisheng and urged him to go to bed quickly.

“Martial Arts Expo?”

An Qisheng's heart moved.

The great Xuanwu style is quite prosperous, far from comparable to previous lives. The Wushu Association holds an expo every year to introduce the development of great Xuanwu and display cultural relics left by predecessors.

But I didn't expect that it was Xingcheng's turn.

"I understand, you can go to bed quickly, too."

After seeing An’s mother off, An Qisheng lay on the bed, thinking about his ability to awaken.

He thought for a long time along the way.

He felt that it was not that he could not see Gu Changfeng's past, but that he lacked the necessary medium.

As for the required medium.

Gu Changfeng died in the war, not even his body, and he could only work hard on what he left behind.

He originally planned to take the time to search for the Martial Arts Museum after he returned home this time.

This martial arts fair was launched, which happened to be the case.

As the number one martial arts person in the past three hundred years, it is natural to say that Gu Changfeng's status in the world of great Xuanwu.

The Martial Arts Expo naturally cannot avoid him.

"Qiqi, you are not asleep yet!"

An Qisheng's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of An's mother knocking on the door.

“Let’s sleep now.”

After pressing the lamp, An Qisheng naturally put on the stance of the Dragon Sleeping Pill and fell asleep quickly.

.........

The next morning, An Qisheng woke up on time and drove to the Martial Arts Expo with An’s father.

"When did martial arts originate, it is no longer verified, but the true establishment of the martial arts system was still three hundred years ago. After Mr. Gu founded the Central Martial Arts Museum, he exchanged boxing skills with all martial arts masters, and finally confirmed it and has been used to this day."

While waiting for the traffic lights, An Jianzhong spoke:
Chapter completed!