A Little Ant's Shock for the Gods

Deng Ru transmigrated, arriving in a world where various gods divided human faith, and he became the weakest of them all.

As a weak god, he couldn't possibly compete with the others, so h...

Chapter 315 The Child Drawing

He was trampling the painting with his hard boots with an angry look on his face.

"I asked you to draw, you good-for-nothing!"

"Do you know that I spend two-thirds of my monthly salary on your physical training?"

"Do you know that your father was bullied everywhere in the government office because of his poor martial arts skills?"

"You only think about painting. What kind of achievements can you make? Can you be as good as the painters of today's dynasty?"

The middle-aged man trampled on the child's painting.

While cursing loudly.

What he said was not entirely wrong.

Daxia was founded on military power and protected by military power.

Warriors have a respected status.

Everyone wants their children to embark on the path of martial arts.

But he didn't catch up with the good times at that time.

It was at the time when Deng II was launching military operations and carrying out large-scale construction projects.

His family was very poor and could not afford to support him in learning martial arts.

As a result, he wasted his best time in martial arts training and was never able to pass the threshold of refining essence into qi.

There are many people like him in Daxia.

Deng Er's efforts to overthrow the Demon Court were naturally more than just his own efforts.

And now, Daxia has become the common ruler of the world.

The lives of the people of Daxia have improved.

Everyone can practice martial arts.

A middle-aged man who regretted his life because he could not practice martial arts expressed this wish.

Relying on his own children.

But, is this correct?

Nobody knows.

The child watched his painting being destroyed by his father, tears welling up in his eyes.

The young face looked extremely ugly.

"I hate you!"

The child screamed and ran out in tears.

"Fei'er!"

The woman wanted to chase her child.

But he was stopped by the middle-aged man.

"Let him go! I want to see whether he will come back to this family or not! If he has the guts, he should never acknowledge me as his father!"

The middle-aged man was very angry at the moment, but he glanced at the painting on the ground unnaturally.

When he saw the painting of the three little men.

For a moment, I was stunned.