Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

Wan Muyan walked back to Qiuniang's side again: "Mother, you believe me this time. I told you, I really have the ability."

What Mu Yan said was a bit embarrassing, but as a seven-year-old child, in order to appease an anxious mother, he had to promote himself to make people feel at ease.

Qiu Niang said: "You...are you very good now?"

"Well," Wan Muyan nodded earnestly, "Mother, generally speaking, in the Light and Monster Continent, only five people have spiritual power for every 100 people. And I am the one who has spiritual power. Generally speaking, People who are born with spiritual power will have different levels, ranging from one to ten levels, but I am born with full spiritual power. In such a situation, there may be only one out of tens of thousands of people."

"Then... my talent is also very good, so after I entered school, I upgraded very quickly. My current level is Orange seventh-level Taoist. In Yunji City Zhengdao Academy, I am in our grade, No.1. Our grade The No.2 is Chi Jiu, who is eight levels weaker than me..."

"My master is also very powerful. He is a doctor at the peak of the white level, which means that there is no one who is more powerful than him in this Light and Monster Continent. Because those who are more powerful than him have already become gods and immortals. So... My master is very famous in the arena, and everyone should dare not provoke me."

Wan Muyan suppressed the embarrassment, and introduced the situation to Qiuniang in a declarative mood.

It's all true... But speaking of it, why not Versailles!

"Mother... Now, do you understand the situation? I said that I am very powerful, but I am really very powerful... I am not comforting you. Like him," Wan Muyan pointed at Boqing with disgust, "I Maybe five at a time."

In fact, what Mu Yan said was a conservative estimate.

Someone like Bo Qing who doesn't have any spiritual power at all, and doesn't even understand basic martial arts moves, is at best a reckless man.

She can probably hit ten of them.

It's just that Wan Muyan was worried that saying this would scare Qiuniang, so she made a half-fold.

Qiuniang swallowed, trying to calm down, accepting a huge amount of information.

"Xiaoyan..." Qiuniang spat out two words, but found that she didn't know what to say.

At this time, Boqing had already got up from the ground, and said angrily: "Grandma! How dare you hit your father!" As he spoke, he wanted to punch again.

Wan Muyan looked at the past with a cold look, and flinched in an instant, and put away her hands.

Boqing felt that she had lost all face and that armed struggle was hopeless, so she turned to moral judgment.

"Where is the person coming! There is an unfilial daughter in our Daomi village! I have worked so hard to raise such a big girl, and I finally made a living. When I came home, I beat my father! It is unreasonable! Such a Girl, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning on a rainy day!"

The fickle voice yelled loudly, but no one paid attention to him.

This man is ruthless. He beats his wife, abuses his daughter, and idles around. He drinks and plays cards all day. People in the village don't have a good impression of him.

It's common for him to be rude, and the villagers don't think it's strange, they just think it's noisy, and no one pays attention to it.

Wan Muyan ignored Boqing and looked at Qiuniang: "Mother, you trust me, I can really take care of you. This man will not give you any happiness and peace. Follow me!"

Mu Yan's limp little hands hold Qiu Niang tightly.