Godly Stay-Home Dad

to her little head to block her eyes.
Then Zhang Han said,

“Well, you can start counting.”

“OK, then I’ll start,” Mengmeng responded.
Then she said in a childish tone and started to count, “One, two, three… ”

Zhang Han smiled, holding Mengmeng in his arms, and walked to the first floor of the restaurant.
He didn’t even look at the mess in the dining room and went straight to the door.
Zhang Han was walking along, and his eyes gradually cooled down.

It seemed that some people had courted death!

Even though Zhang Han’s strength had not reached the point of ignoring the law, the end of those people dared to do such a thing was… to be killed by him!

Just out of the door, Zhang Han saw Zhao Feng, who was already unconscious.

Zhao Feng was still struggling.
After seeing that Zhang Han and Mengmeng were safe, his eyes trembled, and he was relieved.
His lips squirmed, trying to say something but unable to say it.
But looking at his mouth shape, Zhang Han knew the two words.

Zhao Feng said, “Run away!”

“Run away?”

Why did they have to run away?

Zhang Han’s eyes fixed for a second.
He squatted down and emptied his left hand to pick up Zhao Feng.
Then he opened the back door of the car and threw Zhao Feng in.
Zhang Han sat in the driver’s seat with Mengmeng in his arms and drove to Mount New Moon.

Mengmeng was still counting the numbers when she got on the car, “Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…”

About ten minutes later, Zhang Han arrived at Mount New Moon with Zhao Feng in his left hand and Mengmeng in his right.

Little Hei smelled blood just as they arrived in the jungle.
It came roaring with DaHei and saw Zhao Feng, who had been bleeding.

They felt nervous that they thought Zhao Feng had beaten by Zhang Han.
So they were a little scared, and they followed Zhang Han quietly and carefully.

It was not until Zhang Han threw Zhao Feng’s body under thunder Yang tree, pointed in the direction of the pet zone and walked past that DaHei and Little Hei understood and ran over.

“665, alas, haven’t we arrived yet? 666, huh, Mengmeng doesn’t want to continue.
667, PaPa, Mengmeng is tired.
668…”

“Well, here we are.
Come on, Dad will take off the blindfold for you,” Zhang Han said and took off the cloth strip that covered Mengmeng’s eyes.

Mengmeng shook her head and blinked her eyes a few times.
When she saw DaHei and Little Hei in front of her, Mengmeng jumped with joy.

“Great, I can see Big Heihei and Little Heihei as soon as I open my eyes.
That’s funny.
Well, Mengmeng wants to be thrown high!” Mengmeng said and extended her small arms to DaHei.

“What?”

Dahei took a look at Zhang Han and did not know what was going on.

Dahei thought it was the host who beat the Zhao Feng.
It wondered if the master was unhappy.
It thought, “Should I throw the little host or not? If I don’t do well, am I going to get hit? I don’t want to be beaten up! What should I do?”

“Mengmeng, you’re here to play with Dahei and Little Hei.
Dad is going there to do something.”

Zhang Han gave Dahei a funny look and said to Mengmeng.

“OK,” Mengmeng responded by jumping up with her arms outstretched to Dahei.
She said, “Why don’t you listen to me, Big Heihei? Hurry up; throw me high.”

“Oh, oh!”

Dahei’s mouth turned up, and it knew it should play with its little master.
So it put out its big palm, took Mengmeng in its arms, and threw Mengmeng up again and again, which aroused a burst of laughter and laughter from Mengmeng.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Han shook his head slightly and turned to thunder Yang tree.

He came to Zhao Feng and squatted down to investigate his injuries.

“You were lucky to meet me,” Zhang Han said and shook his head slightly.

Zhao Feng was badly injured.
If he were so severely injured elsewhere, he would surely die.

But he was injured in front of the restaurant and wanted to alert Zhang Han to run away, which was enough to show his heart.

In that case… Zhang Han was willing to spend some resources to save Zhao Feng.
No, Zhang Han intended to not only to save him but also to make him as powerful as Dahei.

However, Zhao Feng’s situation was troublesome.

“Refine!”

Zhang Han’s right hand was on Zhao Feng’s chest, and his left hand was under the thunder Yang tree.

The spiritual force operates and communicates with thunder Yang tree.
It took 99% of the remaining liters of pure Yang water to refine the remaining Jade-fire dews.
Thus the energy was then continually gathered into Zhang Han’s body.

The irascible spiritual force filled Zhang Han’s meridians, which inevitably caused some swelling and pain in his meridians.

But this pain was nothing to Zhang Han.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
The next moment, he opened his eyes, which shone like diamonds.

“First attack, the Ghost Gate!”

Zhang Han’s right palm left Zhao Feng’chest.
He raised his index finger and pointed to an acupoint on Zhao Feng’s chest.

Bang!

A muffled thunder-like noise loomed up from Zhao Feng’s body, and a stream of energy began to diffuse in his body.

“Second attack, the Netherworld!”

Zhang Han’s finger touched the lower side of Zhao Feng’s neck.

There was another muffling noise, and the energy continued to spread.

“Third attack, the Other Shore!

“Third attack, the Deep Dark!

“Fifth attack, the Vast!

“Sixth attack, the Empty!

“Seventh attack, the Heaven!

“Dredge the meridians!”

He turned from using his fingers to his palms and slapped Zhao Feng’s chest.
Suddenly, those refined energies became violent in Zhao Feng’s body.

All the bullets gushed down the wound.

One second, two seconds…

Only ten seconds later, Zhao Feng’s wounds healed.
At the same time, Zhang Han’s spiritual force guided Zhao Feng’s energy to rotate in his body.

This method was called “Seven Attacks to Dredge Meridians”!

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