Shuttle between two worlds: I have a miracle shuttle door

Zheng Hua's base is in the non-Moore state, and he usually sits there, and rarely returns to the Xingyao Empire.

This time, at the invitation of Liu Jianzhong, and with the living example of Liu Jianzhong in front of him, Zheng Hua brought his son to Wuzhou in a hurry.

His son's condition has begun to worsen, and he can't stand the big bumps. In the past, doctors were directly sent to non-Moore states for treatment.

A group of people went down from the attic and went straight to a row of small red-roofed villas hidden behind many rockery mountains and rivers.

Zheng Hua's son recuperated inside.

Zheng Hua was eager to save his son, and he ran so fast along the way, he could hear the sound of the wind breaking his fat legs, panting like an old cow, wheezing and wheezing, Wu Qi was terrified, afraid that he would not be able to slow down Come on, suffocate to death.

But Wu Qibai was worried, he was fat and fat, and his physical fitness was fine. He ran down in one breath, except that he was panting badly, and there was nothing else.

The bodyguards guarding in front of the small villa saw their boss coming from a distance, hurriedly opened the door, and retreated respectfully.

When Wu Qi passed by these bodyguards, he could clearly feel the evil spirit on their bodies. They were all masters who had seen blood on their hands.

But it was just a little bit of attention, and I didn't take it to heart.

When it comes to killing people, these bodyguards may not have killed as many as him, and the barbarians also have the word "human", don't they?

The small villa doesn't look big from the outside, but inside it is well-equipped and exquisitely furnished.

But everyone's current attention is not on the furnishings of the villa, no nonsense, straight to the patient's room.

"It's here, I'm exhausted! Huh~~huh~~"

Zheng Hua shook off Wu Qi's hand, leaned on the wall and panted heavily, beads of sweat dripped down his fat face.

"Mamade, the villa. You can't get close to the grass!!"

Maybe he was really exhausted, Zheng Hua swears directly.

Following in behind, Prince Long and the three looked at each other and smiled wryly.

Brother, it’s only 6 or 7 meters from Ziyu Pavilion to here, how far is it?

Besides, slow down and your son won't die, who told you to run like hell?

Wu Qi didn't feel anything, he didn't sleep on the bed every day when he was in the steel barbarian!

Knowing that there are extraordinary powers in that world, Wu Qi asked Olier if there were any cheats that would allow him to master extraordinary powers, which is a pity.

The only extraordinary power that the steel barbarians possess is their own blood, which cannot be passed on to Wu Qi.

Wu Qi is a purebred human being, and only by taking the orthodox knight route can he master extraordinary power.

But this road was also blocked by Olier.

According to him, the Lord of Miracles possesses the power of miracles, which in itself transcends the extraordinary, and it is impossible to practice knight breathing and become a knight.

Similarly, none of the existences that have become official knights is the lord of miracles.

Anyway, in the countless years in the Aliga Continent, no one has ever heard of someone who is both the Lord of Miracles and an Extraordinary Knight.

Not a single record, not even bards would weave the two together.

This seems to be a law and an iron rule, and no one can explain it clearly.

Olier's statement did not hit Wu Qi, because he knew very well that he was not the master of miracles in the traditional sense!
He has only touched the tip of the iceberg of the magic of the shuttle door, and it is too early to draw conclusions.

Although I can't practice for the time being, I can't stop my physical exercise.

Under the personal supervision of Olier, Wu Qi practiced all kinds of tempering whenever he had time. With the style of rough guys like the steel barbarians, the tempering process would definitely not be so gentle. Anyway, it was hard to describe and extremely profound.

I have to say that the effect is still very good, at least Wu Qi didn't blush, breathe, or sweat after galloping all the way.

In the past, he probably wouldn't be much better than Zheng Hua.

"Dad? His Royal Highness, Grandpa Lei, Grandpa Liu, why are you here?"

Zheng Wenrui, who was half leaning on the bedside, put down the books in his hands in surprise, and hurriedly stood up to greet the nurses around him: "Aunt Mei, quickly invite His Royal Highness and the grandpas to sit down!"

Aunt Mei is a beautiful woman in her forties. She is Zheng Wenrui's personal nurse and has been taking care of his daily life.

"No, let's do it ourselves, you lie down quickly, if you pass out with too much force, your father will not spare my old bones!"

Liu Jianzhong smiled and found a chair to sit down, and joked with Yan Yan.

Once before, Zheng Wenrui used too much force, which caused him to faint, but Zheng Hua was so frightened that none of the bodyguards, servants, nurses, and doctors at home were left behind.

Zheng Wenrui smiled helplessly: "My dad just likes to make a fuss out of a molehill, making Grandpa Liu laugh!"

While the two were talking, Wu Qi was secretly observing Zheng Wenrui on the hospital bed.

About 20 years old, about the same age as him, with pale complexion, swollen eye bags, slightly breathless, a little weak, and looks seriously ill.

But his face is gentle, his facial features are correct, his words and deeds have a refined temperament, quite bookish, and he has the demeanor of a scholar.

If it weren't for the facts before his eyes, Wu Qi would not believe that this is the son of Zheng Hua, a rough man!
The difference between father and son is too big, right?
"Hahaha, Brother Wu, do you think my son is not like me?"

Zheng Hua, who finally recovered his breath, seemed to have sensed Wu Qi's suspicious gaze, patted Wu Qi's shoulder, and laughed hoarsely.

Wu Qi smiled awkwardly, can he still admit it?
"Don't worry, I'll tell you, I've done a paternity test, and Wen Rui is my Zheng Hua's son, if it's fake, he can't be wrong!!"

Zheng Hua patted his plump chest, his face was full of pride and pride.

Small sample, did not expect it?

Wu Qi was indeed a little dumbfounded. This guy is really weird. He said that in front of his son, and he was not afraid of affecting the relationship between father and son?
But he did know that this person is Wen Rui!

"dad!"

Sure enough, Zheng Wenrui shouted in embarrassment.

"Okay, okay, dad won't talk anymore, let me introduce you, Wu Qi Wu's medical skills are superb, and he can cure your illness. Your grandfather Liu's illness was cured by him!"

Zheng Hua shrank his neck like a fat ostrich.

It can be seen that he really dotes on his son from the bottom of his heart.

"Oh? Grandpa Liu's illness was cured by God Wu? Aunt Mei, help me up quickly!!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Wenrui's eyes showed surprise, and he struggled to sit up.