MTL - Mystery Makes Me Strong-Chapter 44 Sharpening knives without mistake chop woodworker

After a while, Wen Rende seemed to recover, and he became bold again, urging Wen Rensheng to say: "What a hermit, say something that your father can't understand, and quickly answer my question, why should I tell you? That story?"

"The meaning of your telling this story is that you feel guilty about eating plain rice every day, so you try to inspire me and try to do something for me. Oh, Brother De is really a kind person..." Wen Rensheng lowered his voice. He continued to look at his phone, sighing solemnly.

"I'm ashamed of your size? You can't even think about it!" Wen Rende was instantly annoyed and angry, and then he said confidently, "It's only natural for me to eat my son; my son eats me and takes care of himself. I can eat your rice, which shows that I have a good education. Wait, I was almost fooled by you. I said it myself, my purpose is to tell you that sharpening knives does not accidentally chop woodworkers..."

"Well, then I understand. Thank you Brother De for your concern. I've never been impatient when I do things. I always get off work on time. It's not necessary, and I never work overtime." Wen Rensheng looked moved.

"Do you understand? I mean, look at Xiaohan's stupidity. I just heard her say in the afternoon that she can't even get into the top 50 in the school for ordinary people. Would you help her sharpen her knife?" Wen Ren Virtue was desperate, so he had to say it clearly.

"Hahaha," Wen Rensheng suddenly laughed, "Brother De, Brother De, she can forget about your routines, and she still wants to trick me?"

"Thank you uncle, but I still want to work **** my own." Zhao Han quickly refused.

Wen Rende sighed, stretched out his hand and rubbed the dog's head angrily: "You are so stupid, really. Of course your own efforts are a necessary condition, but that can only determine your lower limit. In the mysterious world, a person's upper limit is often determined by various outsiders. It depends on the conditions. Guo Jing didn't have Huang Rong to open a small stove, and made friends with all kinds of experts, Hong Qigong, Zhou Botong, Duan Huangye... Can he have such a high upper limit? "

"What you said is wrong, Lao De, you are using external factors to cover up internal factors," Mr. Wu, who was watching the news, suddenly retorted, "It's just that without Huang Rong, Guo Daxia has been valued by Master Quanzhen's headmaster Ma Yu before, and as a hero His character, talent and hard work, and then he went all the way to apprenticeships, he can still inherit the mantle of Wang Chongyang and Zhou Botong, and his achievements will not be much worse."

"Impossible. He's such a idiot. He doesn't even know how to seize the opportunity when he is presented to him. He will only miss the bottom and end up at the level of a second-rate expert." Wen Rende was furious at the moment.

While the two were arguing, a slender figure with a large bag walked into the courtyard. Originally approaching the villa, he suddenly stopped...

At this moment, Wen Rensheng finally raised his head and said seriously to Zhao Han: "Actually, Brother De is right. Anyway, I am also teaching the skill of transcendent memory. There is indeed a way for you to master it quickly. It's just that you must completely Trust me, I can do it. Because I need to use my alien power to activate and strengthen the corresponding areas in your mind in order, so that your alien can remember those running routes..."

When Lao Wu heard this, he subconsciously said, "You really dare to do this?"

"It's my son in the end, and he perfectly inherits my kindness. It really gives me great comfort." Wen Rende heard this, and he was as happy as a child of several decades.

When Zhao Han heard the words, he was also very excited. Isn't this the most classic mode of passing on the gong from masters? This is the treatment of the protagonist!

The narrator is really powerful!

But then she felt that she couldn't get over the psychological barrier, so she shook her head with difficulty: "This, teacher, it doesn't seem fair to other students that we make up lessons in private, right? Sister Shan Shan doesn't seem to know."

"She..." Wen Rensheng frowned, just as he was about to say something, he saw two middle-aged men put up their ears one after another, and immediately said, "Let's go to the study and talk."

"Che, as if someone wants to listen..." Wen Rende said angrily.

"That's right, isn't it about young people?" Old Wu echoed gloomily, "You have to pay attention, this is Shenzhou, not the messy America, any love that is not for the purpose of marriage is a hooligan, If you file a complaint, you will be shot."

"Wu Liansong, don't be like this, I'm afraid," Wen Rensheng was not doing well, but Wen Rende was startled, "Whoever is shot and not shot, that's the old regulations of the last century."

"I said your son, but what are you afraid of?" Old Wu was a little surprised.

Wen Rende had nothing to say, but he quickly reacted: "Of course I have to be afraid. That is my son. You shot him one by one. If I didn't worry about it, would I still be the father?"

Wu Liansong thought for a moment and nodded, there was nothing wrong.

But Wen Rende suddenly stared at him, thoughtfully.

Wen Rensheng ignored the two. Anyway, they were two lonely old people, hugging each other for warmth.

He got up and walked in the direction of the study. He left the hall and entered the corner of the corridor on the left. Zhao Han hesitated and followed.

Wen Rende saw Wen Rensheng leave, and immediately grabbed Wu Liansong's clothes and whispered, "I just found out today that you and Shan Shan have very similar eyes and a very similar name, and you care so much about her, don't you think? "

But at this moment, Wen Rensheng stopped a few steps behind the corner of the corridor...

Zhao Han, who was following behind her, only felt powerless to complain: The routine of these two fathers and sons is really the longest road she has traveled.

"Nothing is wrong," Wu Liansong said in a low voice, "she is my daughter, my only daughter, but she doesn't recognize me and doesn't let me tell others. Never give up.”

Wen Rende immediately urged: "What happened between the two of you? If you say it, I will help you. After all, that child is very good to me, but he looks too smart and even a little gloomy. I dare not say more. Mind her business."

"Yeah, she's just too smart," Wu Liansong seemed to want to find someone to spit his heart out, hesitated for a while, and then said, "Actually, her mother is just an ordinary person, but her mother and I are very affectionate and we want to stay together. It's a lifetime. It's just good luck, after Xiaobai gave birth to her, when she was thirteen years old, she got a terminal illness. "

Wen Rende's face became heavy when he heard this: "I seem to have guessed the next development, could it be you?"

"Yes, although technology is powerful now, in the medical field, there are still too many problems that cannot be solved. And those alien species in the medical category are beyond the reach of her weak body. There is only one way to save her, that is. Just to give her my xenograft..."

"The power of alien species can make people automatically possess extraordinary physique and can remove all lesions. I have already contacted the transplant agency under the Inspection Department and used the privileges of experts to force them to agree to my transplant application." Wu Liansong sighed deeply. ~www.novelbuddy.com~ Next, should..." Wen Rende patted him on the shoulder, he had already guessed the ending.

"I don't know where Xiaobai found out about it. She jumped from the 12th floor of the inpatient department..." Wu Liansong had tears in his eyes and hugged his head.

Wen Rende was silent, just hugged the old brother's shoulder tightly.

Corridor corner.

Zhao Han burst into tears.

Wen Rende was indifferent, with deep eyes.

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect Sister Shan Shan to have such a past. No wonder she treated me like that before. She definitely doesn't want to lose the person she loves again." She muttered to herself.

"Okay, do you still want to sharpen your dull knife? Forget it, my time is precious." Wen Rensheng urged, perfectly showing the work style of an efficient person.

"Teacher, how can you be so ruthless and cold!" Zhao Han said angrily, raising a tear-stained face.

"Where am I ruthless, where am I cold?" Wen Ren raised his head and walked without turning his head.

"You are ruthless and cold!" Zhao Han angrily followed.

"Death is not the end." A very familiar and indifferent female voice came back from Wenren's ascension.

Zhao Han was stunned for a moment, what happened?

How can the teacher make Sister Shan Shan's voice?

"This is what she told you. I'm just imitating it, so let's understand it." Wen Rensheng kept walking.

Is death not the end?

Zhao Han was a little horrified, and stopped crying, only to feel that the surroundings were a little cold, so he quickly followed Wen Rensheng.

Although this guy is ruthless, he has a sense of security...