Bai Zhengxuan: "Let's celebrate with a braised pork knuckle."
Liu Jing: "Strike while the iron is hot and advance to the next level."
Bai Zhengxuan, middle-aged: "...waking up in fright."
Liu Jing, middle-aged: "When did I become so weak?"
Bai Yifan: ...
So, was he the only one who thought that fourth-tier ability users were already incredibly powerful?
Poverty limited his imagination.
Forget it, let him be bolder and next time he can fantasize about waking up one day to become a level 5 superhuman.
Bai Yifan sighed softly and lowered his head to shovel rice into his mouth.
He turned his grief and anger into appetite.
After breakfast, Bai Xizhu took out some snacks.
Bai Yifan and his friends made these things themselves when they were bored. They made rice crackers, fried meatballs, and dried fruit that they dried themselves.
Liu Jing and Bai Zhengxuan, both middle-aged, sat quietly on the sofa, snacking on small items, but their eyes kept drifting towards the photos displayed in the living room.
The photos were all of the family. Their eyes scanned each one, finally settling on the family portrait.
The two elderly people in the photo have very kind smiles, creating a warm and loving atmosphere.
"Brother Bai, you don't live in a safe base either? Are you just wandering around outside all the time?"
Bai Anhai spoke to the middle-aged Bai Zhengxuan with a gentle expression.
In his opinion, Bai Zhengxuan was middle-aged but very young, even looking younger than himself, so calling him Brother Bai would be more appropriate.
“We’re looking for people, so we’re not planning to settle down anywhere.” The middle-aged man, Bai Zhengxuan, twitched his face almost imperceptibly.
Remember when Bai Anhai didn't do well in school? In his middle age, Bai Zhengxuan made a harsh statement: if he didn't do well in school again, he would disown him as his son.
Sure enough, Bai Anhai didn't do well on the next test.
As soon as he got back that day, he changed his address, no longer calling him "Dad" but "Brother Bai".
A single word can become a prophecy...
"Who are you looking for? Have you found them?" Bai Anhai asked again.
Bai Zhengxuan, in his middle age, glanced at Bai Xizhu almost imperceptibly, nodded slightly, and then shook his head slightly.
Found it, and didn't find it.
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