Super Decomposition System

C385 He Laid His Cards on the Table and the Painting Spirit Begged for Mercy



C385 He Laid His Cards on the Table and the Painting Spirit Begged for Mercy

After Lao Wang brought over the brush and ink paper, Jiang Hao left behind a few flamboyant and flamboyant words.    

    

After that, he prepared to bid farewell to his father!    

    

And Lao Wang actually took a few important things, as well as the words that Jiang Hao had just written, and actually left the villa with Jiang Hao.    

    

Although Jiang Hao said that it was nothing, Lao Wang was still a little afraid.    

    

He might as well not stay in this place!    

    

On the way, Lao Wang, Jiang Weiping, and Jiang Hao parted ways.    

    

Jiang’s father drove while Jiang Hao sat in the front passenger seat!    

    

In fact, when they came out of Lao Wang's villa, Jiang Hao had been holding the Portrait of Ladies in his hand, so it was Jiang’s father who drove all the way!    

    

Of course, Jiang’s father also had a driver's license!    

    

After Lao Wang left, the atmosphere in the car was a little dull.    

    

At this time, Jiang’s father inadvertently said.    

    

"Hao Hao, what kind of antique treasure is that painting in your hand?"    

    

When Jiang Hao heard this, he couldn't help but glance at his father.    

    

After a long silence, Jiang Hao said.    

    

"Dad, during this period of time, there has been such a huge change in my body. Have you ever doubted anything?"    

    

Jiang’s father turned his head and looked at Jiang Hao, then said with a smile.    

    

"What do I suspect?"    

    

"No matter how big your change is, you are still my son!"    

    

"What is there for me to doubt!"    

    

When Jiang Hao heard this, he felt touched in his heart.    

    

"Dad, thank you for trusting me so much!"    

    

After saying that, Jiang Hao paused for a moment and then said.    

    

"Actually, I haven't changed. I have become this world!"    

    

"Since fifty days ago, this world was no longer the same world!"    

    

"More than fifty days ago, spiritual energy appeared in this world, and this world had martial cultivator.    

    

The martial cultivator was a bit like a wuxia character in wuxia novels, and even a bit like a Xianxia story!"    

    

"The martial cultivator possesses strength that surpasses ordinary people with every move it makes!"    

    

"And 50 days ago, I suddenly became a martial cultivator. That's why I underwent such a huge change!"    

    

"Of course, along with the recovery of spiritual energy, many things that were originally not there before have now come out!"    

    

As he spoke, Jiang Hao picked up the Portrait of Ladies in his hand and continued.    

    

"For example, her!"    

    

Jiang Hao seemed to be afraid that his father would be afraid, so he immediately said.    

    

"But, dad, don't worry. She won't be able to cause any big waves in my hands!"    

    

"A new era is about to arrive. I'm already looking for a way to make all of you become martial cultivator!"    

    

Jiang’s father quietly listened to Jiang Hao's decryption and was shocked in his heart.    

    

After a long time, Jiang’s father seemed to have recovered his senses.    

    

Jiang’s father looked at Jiang Hao with a smile and said.    

    

"Dad believes in you! Zixuan and I will support you!"    

    

Jiang’s father glanced at the Portrait of Ladies in Jiang Hao's hand and said.    

    

"But what do you plan to do with it?"    

    

Jiang Hao and Jiang’s father laid their cards on the table, feeling much better.    

    

As for how to deal with this painting, he did not know.    

    

"Actually, the reason why I'm not afraid of her is because I have already cultivated scholarly talent!    

    

The words I write contain the scholarly talent, and the scholarly talent suppresses all evil! "    

    

" It can be said that killing her is something that I can do with a single thought! "    

    

As soon as Jiang Hao finished speaking, the Portrait of Ladies in his hand once again struggled.    

    

After that, a soft and weak female voice suddenly sounded.    

    

"Mister, please spare my life! Mister, please spare my life!"    

    

This sudden voice was so cold that it made Jiang’s father subconsciously step on the brakes.    

    

Jiang Hao did not notice it and almost knocked his head on the car.    

    

He was a little angry at once, and then a trace of Confucianism and Taoism appeared in the palm of his hand that was holding the scroll.    

    

Suddenly, a miserable scream was heard.    

    

"Ah ~!"    

    

"Sir, please spare my life! Spare me, sir! "    

    


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