But at this moment, the exaggerated look on Zhao Chuang's face was no longer visible. Instead, his face was full of vicissitudes of life and weight loss. He looked as if he had aged by more than ten years.
It had only been more than a month, and Chen Ping was very surprised by Zhao Chuang's changes.
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen..."
Seeing Chen Ping, Zhao Chuang rushed towards him and burst into tears.
"Zhao Chuang, please stop crying. What happened?"
Chen Ping frowned and said.
"Brother Chen, my dad, my dad..."
Zhao Chuang sobbed and pointed to the hall in the villa.
Before Chen Ping could wait for Zhao Chuang to finish speaking, he flashed and entered the villa directly.
At this moment, in the hall of the villa, white cloths are hung all around, everyone is wearing white mourning clothes, and many people are crying.
Chen Ping looked at the middle of the hall, where a man was lying there, covered with a yellow cloth.
Chen Ping hurriedly stepped forward and lifted the yellow cloth away!
"who are you?"
Seeing someone rushing into the hall and lifting the yellow cloth covering Zhao Liguo's body, the filial piety disciples of the Villa were furious and wanted to attack Chen Ping.
"Everyone stop..."
At this time, Zhao Chuang also followed in and shouted at everyone in the villa.
Seeing Zhao Chuang speak, all the disciples in the villa stopped and looked at Chen Ping blankly.
Chen Ping looked at Zhao Liguo and saw that Zhao Liguo's face was pale and motionless, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
Chen Ping slowly put his hand on Zhao Liguo's wrist, and a stream of spiritual power entered Zhao Liguo's body. At the same time, Chen Ping directly enveloped Zhao Liguo's body with his own consciousness.
Chen Ping wanted to take a two-pronged approach to see if Zhao Liguo could be saved.
Soon, Chen Ping discovered that there was still a faint aura in Zhao Liguo's body. Even Zhao Liguo's heart was still beating slightly, but the heart pulse was protected.
It can't be detected. r> Seeing that Zhao Liguo could still be saved, Chen Ping had a smile on his face and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"Zhao Chuang, what happened to your father?"
Chen Ping looked at Zhao Chuang and asked.
"Brother Chen..." Zhao Chuang followed Chen Ping and started talking.
It turned out that after the news spread that Chen Ping had swallowed the dragon crystal, many people began to look for Chen Ping's whereabouts, but Chen Ping seemed to have disappeared from the world.
The Pili Sect, the Xuanyuan Family, and even the Qin Family are all constantly making trouble for Wuying Villa. They think that Zhao Liguo has hidden Chen Ping and wants to monopolize the Dragon Crystal!
In the end, the three companies joined forces to force Zhao Liguo to tell Chen Ping's whereabouts, but Zhao Liguo did not tell him at all. Even if he wanted to say it, Zhao Liguo did not know.
Seeing that Zhao Liguo was stubborn and refused to speak, the three families attacked Wuying Villa together, causing heavy casualties. Zhao Liguo was eventually outnumbered and was seriously injured. He died a few days later.
Chen Ping's eyes were slightly focused, filled with murderous intent!
"Brother Chen, my dad...is my dad..."
"Zhuang Master Zhao can still be saved. None of you should touch him these days. Just do whatever you want. Don't let outsiders know that your father is not dead yet..."
Chen Ping warned Zhao Chuang.
Chen Ping was afraid that the three families knew that Zhao Liguo was still alive and would come to cause trouble. When the time came, how could the people of Wuying Villa alone be able to resist them.
"Really? Is my dad really not dead?" Zhao Chuang's face was filled with excitement.
"I'm going to Yaoshen Valley now. You have to handle the matter at Wuying Villa..."
Chen Ping patted Zhao Chuang on the shoulder.
"Brother Chen, don't worry, I will do it..."
Zhao Chuang nodded firmly, and Chen Ping could see that this guy had grown a lot in just one month.
After leaving Wuying Villa, Chen Ping did not dare to delay for even a moment. A spiritual power condensed on the soles of his feet, and his pace accelerated a lot. However, the exaggerated look on Zhao Chuang's face was no longer visible at this moment. Instead,
His face was full of vicissitudes of life and weight loss, and he looked as if he had aged by more than ten years.
It had only been more than a month, and Chen Ping was very surprised by Zhao Chuang's changes.
"Brother Chen, Brother Chen..."
Seeing Chen Ping, Zhao Chuang rushed towards him and burst into tears.
"Zhao Chuang, please stop crying. What happened?"
Chen Ping frowned and said.
"Brother Chen, my dad, my dad..."
Zhao Chuang sobbed and pointed to the hall in the villa.
Before Chen Ping could wait for Zhao Chuang to finish speaking, he flashed and entered the villa directly.
At this moment, in the hall of the villa, white cloths are hung all around, everyone is wearing white mourning clothes, and many people are crying.
Chen Ping looked at the middle of the hall, where a man was lying there, covered with a yellow cloth.
Chen Ping hurriedly stepped forward and lifted the yellow cloth away!
"who are you?"
Seeing someone rushing into the hall and lifting the yellow cloth covering Zhao Liguo's body, the filial piety disciples of the Villa were furious and wanted to attack Chen Ping.
"Everyone stop..."
At this time, Zhao Chuang also followed in and shouted at everyone in the villa.
Seeing Zhao Chuang speak, all the disciples in the villa stopped and looked at Chen Ping blankly.
Chen Ping looked at Zhao Liguo and saw that Zhao Liguo's face was pale and motionless, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
Chen Ping slowly put his hand on Zhao Liguo's wrist, and a stream of spiritual power entered Zhao Liguo's body. At the same time, Chen Ping directly enveloped Zhao Liguo's body with his own consciousness.
Chen Ping wanted to take a two-pronged approach to see if Zhao Liguo could be saved.
Soon, Chen Ping discovered that there was still a faint aura in Zhao Liguo's body. Even Zhao Liguo's heart was still beating slightly, but the heart pulse was protected.
It can't be detected. r> Seeing that Zhao Liguo could still be saved, Chen Ping had a smile on his face and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"Zhao Chuang, what happened to your father?"
Chen Ping looked at Zhao Chuang and asked.
"Brother Chen..." Zhao Chuang followed Chen Ping and started talking.
It turned out that after the news spread that Chen Ping had swallowed the dragon crystal, many people began to look for Chen Ping's whereabouts, but Chen Ping seemed to have disappeared from the world.
The Pili Sect, the Xuanyuan Family, and even the Qin Family are all constantly making trouble for Wuying Villa. They think that Zhao Liguo has hidden Chen Ping and wants to monopolize the Dragon Crystal!
In the end, the three companies joined forces to force Zhao Liguo to tell Chen Ping's whereabouts, but Zhao Liguo did not tell him at all. Even if he wanted to say it, Zhao Liguo did not know.
Seeing that Zhao Liguo was stubborn and refused to speak, the three families attacked Wuying Villa together, causing heavy casualties. Zhao Liguo was eventually outnumbered and was seriously injured. He died a few days later.
Chen Ping's eyes were slightly focused, filled with murderous intent!
"Brother Chen, my dad...is my dad..."
"Zhuang Master Zhao can still be saved. None of you should touch him these days. Just do whatever you want. Don't let outsiders know that your father is not dead yet..."
Chen Ping warned Zhao Chuang.
Chen Ping was afraid that the three families knew that Zhao Liguo was still alive and would come to cause trouble. When the time came, how could the people of Wuying Villa alone be able to resist them.
"Really? Is my dad really not dead?" Zhao Chuang's face was filled with excitement.
"I'm going to Yaoshen Valley now. You have to handle the matter at Wuying Villa..."
Chen Ping patted Zhao Chuang on the shoulder.
"Brother Chen, don't worry, I will do it..."
Zhao Chuang nodded firmly, and Chen Ping could see that this guy had grown a lot in just one month.
After leaving Wuying Villa, Chen Ping did not dare to delay for even a moment. A spiritual power condensed on the soles of his feet, and his pace sped up a lot.
