C2 Pronucleus

Ling Yan chuckled and pointed at his nose.

"You?" Zhang Yang laughed and said, "Alright, I'll help you!" "Hm!" Ling Yan stretched out his arms, feeling full of energy. He was not affected by the exhaustion from the night before, and his spirit was even stronger than it used to be.

"Dad, what do you think now?"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Alright then, I'll give you my word!"

Ling Yan smiled bitterly, "I found out you weren't home when I went home yesterday. You weren't home when you cooked, and I also noticed that the carrying pole and the machete weren't there either. However, you've never been home this late in the night before, so I went up the mountain to look for you. As expected, you fainted on the mountain, so I carried you home!"

Ling ZhongHan stared at his son, his heart pounding and his head spinning. Ling Yan just casually said a few words, but he knew that it was very hard and helpless. A fourteen year old child searching around the desolate mountains in the middle of the night for someone who was about the size of a tree, the scene was pretty bleak. Furthermore, he had to carry a sturdy man down the mountain for four or five miles to get home.

"Why didn't you call for help?" Zhang Yang laughed out loud and said, "Alright then, I will go with you guys." "Alright then, I will go with you guys." Zhang Yang smiled and said.

"My son has thought about it, but he came to the village to call for help. He came and went, afraid of wasting time, so — Dad, what do you think now? I'll call the doctor to take a look! " After saying that, Ling Yan lifted the bed with his feet.

Zhang Yang laughed out loud and said, "Alright then, let's go!"

Ling Yan shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, "It was indeed very bitter. Father, you don't know, when I carried you home, I almost passed out with you. However, there was no other way. You are my father, haha!"

Zhang Yang laughed out loud and said, "Alright then, I'll go take a look!" "Alright then!" Zhang Yang nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go take a look!"

Ling Yan smiled. "Father, I don't even know the specific condition of your body right now. How can I go to Mister's place?! But speaking of exhaustion, dad, although I was extremely tired last night, I have inexhaustible energy now. Even if I slept until dawn, I would not be as energetic as I am now. It seems that I lack exercise and exercise. "

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Alright, I'll help you!" "Alright, I'll help you!" Zhang Yang and the gang, just as per usual, said, "We'll help you out!"

"But you are injured!" "It's nothing, it's just a superficial wound. Now that it's almost noon, go cook. It's more important for us to get hungry." Ling Yan looked out of the window and saw that the sun was coming up.

"Alright!" Zhang Yang laughed out loud and said, "Alright then, I'll go with you!" It's been eight years. Where have you been? In your world, eight years might have been a mere flick of a finger, but in this world, even a child of fourteen would have grown up into a young man! The worry that you had when you left might have appeared now. If it wasn't for that 'core' awakening, Yan'er would never have experienced such a 'hundred times more energy' situation. I had originally hoped that he would safely grow up and spend his ordinary life with me, but now, it seems that what's to come will eventually come. Life was the core, death was the core, it was time to tell him the truth. If he failed, then just treat it as the life he had picked up.

Hearing the "Clang clang clang" sound coming from outside, he knew that Ling Yan was cleaning up. Zhang Yang laughed out loud and said, "Alright, I'll help you!" "Alright, I'll help you!" Zhang Yang!

Carefully arriving at the door, Ling Yan looked up and saw his father. He hurriedly helped him to sit down, worriedly asking, "Dad, your legs?" "I'm fine!" Zhang Yang laughed out loud and said, "Alright then, I'm going to use the [Sword of Purging Devourer]!"

"Oh!" "I will!" Ling Yan casually agreed.

After lunch, he cleaned up a little and helped his father to sit at the entrance. After that, he went up the mountain. On the way he ran completely, as his father had instructed, including up the hill. Ling Yan didn't understand that his father had always forbade him to do any manual labor. At most, he would cook and wash his clothes at home, but his father had even prepared water beforehand. What was wrong with him today? Not only did he have to run to his destination, he also had to pick up a load of firewood and bring it home. That load of firewood weighed more than a hundred pounds! He wasn't someone that he could pick on as he pleased with his small stature. He didn't understand, but seeing that his father didn't seem like he was joking, he could only carry it out himself.

Zhang Yang could not help but smile and said, "It's not that I don't want to be like this, I don't want to be like you in the future!" "I want to see you in the future!" "I want to see you in the future! I want to see you in the future! I want to see you in the future! I want to see you in the future!"

Zhang Yang laughed out loud and said, "Alright then, let's go!" He was kind-hearted and cheerful, and had good reviews from the private school teacher, which showed that he was also very smart. Seeing this, Ling ZhongHan also gradually relaxed, as he did not wish for Ling Yan to have any future prospects, but rather that the illness in his body would not recur, and the mysterious' core 'would not wake up, and he would live a peaceful life.

He did not expect that his mishap would cause Ling Yan to awaken too soon. Even though he was worried and on guard day and night, he was still caught off guard. He could not help but laugh bitterly, "What should come will eventually come. Since fate cannot be changed, let's follow it!" He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

When Ling Yan arrived at the foot of the mountain carrying a load of firewood that was about his height, he was already gasping for breath, his legs were weak, and his entire body was drenched in sweat. Fortunately, it hadn't rained in the past few days, otherwise the heavy firewood roads would have been even worse. He clenched his teeth and endured the pain in his shoulders, moving his heavy legs forward.

Unlike carrying your father home, a man is different from a dead thing. A stronger person can carry a hundred-kilogram man, but that doesn't mean he can carry a hundred-kilogram stone. Ling Yan currently carries around a load of firewood, but he feels as if he has the weight of two fathers on his shoulders, making it difficult for him to move. Secondly, he carries a load of firewood on his back, but now, the weight of the firewood is concentrated on his shoulders. How could this possibly be possible? His father had given him instructions, and Ling Yan believed that his father wouldn't ask him to do something useless.

Ling Yan was breathing heavily, his heart was pounding like a drum, and his eyes were blurry. He really wanted to fall flat on his face. How blissful would that be! Just when he could not catch his breath and his head was spinning, suddenly, a wave of heat came from near his heart, followed by a wave of heat. The fatigue in his body disappeared in an instant, and the numbness in his legs seemed to have never happened.

Ling Yan was stunned. He held onto the firewood as he looked at his entire body. Other than a slight pain in his shoulder, he was actually full of energy. "What's going on?" This goes against the circadian cycle, I raised my hand to scratch my head, this recovery is too fast, I haven't slept yet! And then he remembered his father's "unreasonable request".

"Yes, Father definitely knows what's going on. Otherwise, he wouldn't want me to take the firewood home in one go. Even though he knows that I can't do it, he still wants me to do it. He must have expected something like this to happen." He stopped thinking about it and went home to pick up firewood. After walking along the road for some time, he discovered that he couldn't use up all of his strength. The firewood became heavier, and he started to sweat from his breathing. He couldn't help but use his strength. It ended so quickly? Could it still appear? "When?" Ling Yan muttered to himself as his legs began to get heavier …