Chapter 900: Meaningless feelings

"I...I plan to live out and prepare to sprint for the college entrance examination."
When he came to Zhao Dali, Zhao Shi, who had a timid look in his eyes, said this, making his angry expression stunned, and he couldn't believe it.
Zhao Shi didn't wait for him to answer, took nothing, took nothing, and turned and left.
Xiao Zhaoshi is too cowardly, or he has been forcibly dominated by others for 16 years since he was born, and has never lived alone, making him forget that he is a ninth martial artist, and he no longer needs to fear the man who rules his entire life. .
"Little beast, dare you!"
Zhao Dali's eyes were tyrannical, as if the king was resisted by his obedient courtiers. He lifted the stick in his hand and hit Zhao Shi's back.
The intensity was great and the speed was very fast, and the air made a sound of being broken open.
He has practiced "Great Vajrayogong" for thirty-five years. Although he doesn't have much talent, practice makes perfect.
Don't say that Xiao Zhaoshi has a nightmare-like fear in his heart. He doesn't dare to resist at all. He is resisting. Even though he is a ninth-level martial artist, he is very likely to fail.
If Zhao Shi hurried away without incident, he had no plans to fight back. The energy of his whole body gathered on his back, forming a hard iron wall.
Ding!
The wooden stick that condensed Zhao Dali's whole body strength happened to hit the place where Zhao Shi's blood was condensed, and he made a sound of metal fighting. Instead, his body was shaken back, his blood floated, and his arms were numb.
"Damn bastard, do you dare to fight back?"
Zhao Dali was furious and felt extremely humiliated.
Nearby neighbors heard the sound of going out, pointing and pointing, and his complexion suddenly became even hotter.
"King Kong Stick!"
His arms raised with blue veins, his steps accelerated, and he smashed Zhao Shi's back with a stick like a King Kong.
boom!
This time there was still no difference. It was obvious that he was the attacker, but it was as if he had been slapped by an elephant. He retreated more than a dozen steps with a stick, and he was slightly injured.
"You stop me!"
Seeing that Zhao Shi didn't even look at him and was about to disappear from the corner of the street, he was anxious, and a sense of panic rose in his heart.
It seems that what he has been holding in his hands will fly away forever.
Seeing that Zhao Shi ignored him, he hurried to the front of Zhao Shi, stopped him with a wooden stick, and roared: "Xiao Shi, have you become skilled in school? Don't you dad?"
In the words, there was a soft pleading that Xiao Zhao Shi had never seen before, and he didn't move his hands again, knowing that it was reasonable.
A weak citizen, who has been bullied outside, can only vent on his beloved son, and enjoy the unique feeling that he has never experienced in society.
Oh, this person is still a high school student, a ninth-level martial artist, so he feels more fulfilled.
Zhao Shi thought lightly, that there was no feeling of disgust or hatred in his heart.
Your son died because of you, but I will fulfill his last request to me.
Still timid on the face, the strength of the martial artist's ninth level gushing out from Zhao Shi's hands, politely and firmly pushed away Zhao Dali who was in front of him, comfortingly said: "You think too much, just prepare for the college entrance examination."
As soon as his hand touched Zhao Dali, he fell like noodles and rolled back and forth on the dusty ground, crying: "Nizi! Nizi!"
"I sell blood and sell my life every day, give people anti-bags for work, provide you with food and clothing, for you to go to high school, when you come to the end, what is this kind of conscience doing to me?"
"Yes, I used to beat you, but it was all for your good. Without my strict requirements, how can you be today!"
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The neighbors around are already pointing, but Zhao Dali, who used to love face like his life, can't take care of it anymore, and the crying is louder.
If Xiao Zhaoshi came back to life, he would be surprised. In his heart, a person who was as ruthless as a devil would roll on the ground like a shrew, weak and pitiful.
However, I am afraid that his meridians are completely abolished, even if he did not commit suicide, he would not be able to see this scene.
What is most likely to be a severe beating regardless.
Then, Zhao Dali should not care about him, he should take care of him, and he would be beaten at any time because of a small matter or a bad mood. He is still his emperor, demon king, and the ruler of life. He should not be allowed to appear in the slightest. Rebellious.
There is love, hate, hope, and benefit.
Human emotions are really complicated, there is nothing absolute.
Zhao Shi secretly said, fortunately, the science of cultivating immortals is not like this.
Lifting his foot, stepping, and staying away, soon there was only one back left, and Zhao Dali, who was crying and cursing, stopped.
"No, you can't go!"
He speeded up to Zhao Shi again and cried out: "You have no money, how do you live outside?
Stay, as long as you are obedient, I promise not to hit you in the future. "
Zhao Shi maintained enough patience with Xiao Zhaoshi’s father, who had both resentment and love, and did not speak. The strength of the martial artist's ninth level of vitality flowed, and his left foot stepped forward, stepping out a four or five on the hard soil. Cm deep pit.
The meaning is self-evident, the strength of the ninth level of martial arts is not the upper middle class in this society, but food and clothing are not a problem.
If you learn craftsmanship, you will have a better life. As long as high school students don't have psychological problems, or are too unlucky, most of them can still live better than their junior high school students.
Zhao Shiwen said: "Don't worry, I have made some progress this time. I will be able to advance to the tenth rank of the samurai in a while, and I will have the opportunity to enter the three mecha universities at that time. It is also your wish. "
Zhao Dali took a few steps back and looked at his familiar but strange son.
"you……"
Polite, confident, and gentle, but extremely firm, it is impossible to change.
Really, like what I have been telling him all the time, the Mecha Master's model head, confident and strong, obviously very polite, looks like a gentleman, but it makes people feel very dangerous.
But looking closely, it was exactly the same as his original son.
Become useful!
There was a lot of sorrow in his heart inexplicably, and he felt that his old son was much better, at least he was always by his side.
"Mecha!"
Some of the neighbors who looked good at the show exclaimed, looking at Zhao Dali's eyes from mockery to envy and jealousy.
This is a university, even if the people who come out of it are not mecha masters, they can live to be a hundred years old if they really become mecha masters!
Zhao Dali's complex emotions were swept away, and then he showed a proud and reserved look.
"You wait for me."
He talked to Zhao Shi, and ran back into the low shed with a shit, and there was the sound of turning boxes and cabinets inside.
After a while, Zhao Dali came out and handed Zhao Shi a group carefully wrapped in cloth: "I used to be a bit rude to your education. You are now able to be in charge. I am also happy. With this money, don’t do it before the college entrance examination. Distracted to work."
In response to the pleading in his eyes, Zhao Shi hesitated for a moment, did not take all, but drew a one hundred federal currency from it.
"That's enough. I'm going to a classmate's house. His family's conditions are pretty good. Please pay attention to your health."
Then, ignoring what Zhao Dali said, the strength of the whole body was surging, using the basic footwork, and quickly disappeared in the corner of the street.
These true feelings are what Xiao Zhao Shi needs, but it's a pity that he has already died, so there is no meaning.