Spiritual Lord of the Heavens: My spiritual disciples are all over the world

It was extremely painful when the red hands transformed the body. At this time, Liu Hongzhong was sweating profusely and his face was distorted. Liu Hongzhong endured the pain while laughing wildly. The scene was quite strange. I don't know. , I thought Liu Hongzhong was a masochist.

The treatment process was not very fast. By the time Han Hao took back his red hand, half an hour had passed. It was also Han Hao's first time to use red hands to transform his body, so he was naturally nervous.

After opening up Liu Hongzhong's numb nerves, Han Hao also breathed a long sigh of relief. Although he had seen Qu Tong's memory fragments many times, it was his first time to do it himself.

"Junior brother, how is my brother?" Liu Wukui asked cautiously when he saw Han Hao retracting his red hand.

"Sister, don't worry. I have repaired Brother Liu's body. Brother Liu can try to stand up." Han Hao said with a smile.

"Brother, how do you feel now?" Liu Wukui stared at Liu Hongzhong and said eagerly.

"Feeling? I feel so comfortable, and my whole body is full of strength," Liu Hongzhong's eyes flashed with excitement. His originally dry muscles had swelled and his skin had become tighter.

Liu Hongzhong slowly raised his arms. The physical reality made him unable to believe that the disease that had troubled him for so many years was so cured.

"Okay, really okay," Liu Hongzhong wanted to stand up excitedly. Seeing this, Liu Wukui quickly supported his brother, let him lean on him, and then slowly helped him up with force.

At the beginning, Liu Hongzhong's body was very stiff and he could hardly move. However, as time passed, his muscles gradually relaxed and he was finally able to stand.

"Hahaha, I stood up, Wu Kui, look, I stood up, I stood up." Liu Hongzhong felt the changes in his body and could no longer hold back his depressed mood and laughed happily.

Liu Hongzhong pushed away Liu Wukui's support and walked forward tremblingly. Liu Wukui followed cautiously, fearing that his brother would fall. After walking for a few steps, Liu Hongzhong gradually found the feeling and quickened his pace.

Liu Hongzhong turned around and looked at his sister who was still following him, and said with a smile: "Wukui, there's no need to follow me. I want to walk by myself."

Liu Wukui hesitated for a moment, but nodded and watched his brother walking further and further away.

Tears couldn't help but flow from Liu Wukui's eyes. After many years, his brother could finally stand up. Liu Wukui was also happy for his brother.

Liu Wukui looked at Han Hao, stroked his head, and said with gratitude: "Thank you, junior brother."

"Hehe, I'm very happy to be able to help senior sister." Han Hao grinned, and he felt very happy seeing Liu Wukui crying with joy.

"Junior brother, it's great to have you." Liu Wukui was just a little sad, but he soon returned to his cheerful and lively character.

Pulling Han Hao, she said happily: "Let's go, don't you want to find your uncle? I will take you there."

Thinking of the scene of Ma Xianhong seeing Han Hao, Liu Wukui couldn't help but smile a little playfully.

"Yeah, thank you, senior sister." Han Hao also nodded happily, broke away from Liu Wukui's arms, and ran to the village happily.

Biyou Village was built not long ago and many places are still muddy. It was the rainy season in Guizhou at this time, and the road was filled with many small puddles. Han Hao walked in front, his feet bare and his legs running fast. When he passed by a small puddle, he jumped in curiously and made a splash.

Han Hao watched the water splashing, and laughed happily. Gao Erzhuang wanted to stop it, but when he saw that Han Hao's clothes were spotless even in the water, he knew that Han Hao's clothes must be a piece of clothing. The robe that can ward off dust is left to him.

Liu Wukui glanced at the direction his brother was leaving, smiled, walked a few steps quickly, took Han Hao's hand, and walked towards Ma Xianhong's residence. Although she was a little sad about her brother's departure, she was also happy for him. In any case, she would be satisfied if her brother was well.

Biyou Village was not big to begin with, but after a while, Liu Wukui took Han Hao to Ma Xianhong's small courtyard. The courtyard door was open. Through the courtyard door, he saw Ma Xianhong sitting in a chair in a daze, obviously very depressed. , after Ma Xianhong woke up, he had not recovered from the blow.

When Han Hao saw Ma Xianhong, he ran in happily, smiling and shouting: "Uncle, uncle, I'll pull it."

This call of uncle immediately confused Ma Xianhong. Seeing a little boy running up to him, grabbing the corner of his clothes, and calling him uncle, Ma Xianhong was full of doubts. He didn't even know what he was doing. I had such a nephew once upon a time.

Looking at the child's expectant eyes, Ma Xianhong forced a smile and asked softly: "Whose child are you from? Why do you call me uncle?"

"You are my uncle. My father is Han Fei, my mother is Qu Tong, and you are my mother's brother. Aren't you my uncle?" Han Hao blinked and said seriously.

When he heard Qu Tong's name, Ma Xianhong's body trembled, and he stood up from the chair suddenly. A murderous intention suddenly surged in his heart. His eyes condensed, his fists clenched, and he looked at the child in front of him fiercely.

Han Hao was startled by Ma Xianhong's sudden change. He instinctively hid back and took a few steps. Seeing that Liu Wukui was still behind him, he hurriedly ran behind Liu Wukui and stuck out his little head behind Liu Wukui. , looked at Ma Xianhong with a puzzled face.

He could feel the overwhelming hatred from Ma Xianhong. Although he didn't understand why Ma Xianhong was like this, he understood that Ma Xianhong was very dangerous at this time.

Ma Xianhong looked at Han Hao, his expression kept changing, sometimes ferocious and terrifying, sometimes dejected, sometimes angry, sometimes silent and sad.

After a while, Ma Xianhong let out a long sigh and said with a complicated expression: "That's all, this is my grudge against them. I, Ma Xianhong, don't want to involve a child of yours."

When Liu Wukui heard this, he knew that Ma Xianhong must have been wrong. He counted Han Fei and Qu Tong as a group. This cannot be blamed on Ma Xianhong. If it were anyone else, after knowing that Han Fei and Qu Tong had a child , will also think about the bad aspects.

"Leader, you have misunderstood Master. It is not what you think. This child is actually the core of the cultivation furnace." Liu Wukui quickly explained.

"Nuclear, core." Ma Xianhong said with a shocked look on his face.

Looking at Han Hao standing behind Liu Wukui with a small head exposed, Ma Xianhong could not connect with the core of the self-cultivation furnace. However, he knew that Liu Wukui would not deceive him on this matter.

Thinking of this, Ma Xianhong felt ashamed. He actually suspected that Han Fei, like Qu Tong, was a murderer who persecuted his family. This made him feel ashamed.

Thinking about it, I only have a copy of "Hundred Refinements of Divine Machines", which is of some value. Han Fei's level of cultivation is not worth mentioning other things.

If he and Qu Tong were in the same group, I'm afraid he would have obtained "The Hundred Refinements of Divine Machinery" a long time ago. There would be no need to go to Biyou Village, let alone spend so much thought on him, and unlock Qu Tong's secrets. Tong controls his means.

Seeing Ma Xianhong's changing expression, Han Hao asked worriedly: "Uncle, are you okay?"