"Is it the New Year?"

Seeing the pedestrians hurrying about with joy on their faces, Fang Ping couldn't help but laugh.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that many warriors are willing to go to the caves to shed their blood.

Let everyone have a stable year, let their families live a more stable life, and let them stay away from war and death...

This may be what many warriors are thinking and doing.

"go home!"

Fang Ping pulled Fang Yuan, waved to Wu Zhihao and the others, and walked away.

Now that I'm home, I'm relaxed. I don't have to think about the arena competition, the life-and-death battle, or the crisis in the cave.

The sky is falling, but there are still so many high-quality warriors holding on.

At this moment, Fang Ping is not qualified to worry about the country and its people.

…

View Lake Garden.

"Ping Ping is back!"

Li Yuying was as usual, and when she saw Fang Ping arriving home, she immediately beamed with joy.

Fang Mingrong was hesitant to speak. Li Yuying didn't go online and didn't read much news. The elders and aunties in the community only gossiped about family members and rarely talked about warriors.

But the Education Bureau is different!

It was a local institution that trained warriors.

In addition, Tan Zhenping went to Shanghai to watch the game in person, and the Education Bureau was talking about it and watching the game online.

So Fang Mingrong saw his son!

At first glance, I couldn’t believe it and felt that I had recognized the wrong person.

But he has the same name and looks the same. If he doesn't admit that he is his son, he would be deceiving himself and others.

Fang Mingrong didn't call to ask Fang Ping because he was afraid of disturbing his son.

But he called his daughter and confirmed that the captain of the magic martial arts was his son. Everyone in the bureau also knew that this peak first-level warrior who had no rival since the competition was his famous warrior.

son.

Fang Mingrong didn't know whether to be proud or worried.

Seeing those warriors fighting to the death and other people's children in the ring, Fang Mingrong felt his blood boil.

But when his own son is one of them, this passion turns into worry and panic.

When the people in the bureau saw him now, they were all enthusiastic and praised him for giving birth to a good son.

The director didn't pay much attention to him before. Last time, he came to the office in person to greet him.

Because his son is Fang Ping, a peak first-grade warrior, the strongest!

Fang Mingrong had complicated emotions. When he saw Fang Ping, he hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't know what to say.

say what?

Drop out of school?

My son was admitted to Wuhan University and embarked on the path of martial arts. Shouldn’t he be allowed to continue on this path now?

But when he thought about life and death in the ring, Fang Mingrong felt unspeakably worried.

This worry soon dissipated in the laughter of my daughter.

"Mom, brother is so awesome!"

"Mom, Dad, you should go with me, I'm so awesome..."

"Hmph haha..."

Fangyuan waved his little fist, picked up the broom at home and waved it around, excitedly saying: "In the martial arts competition, my brother slashed one by one, one by one...

Wow, Xiaoling was shocked!

I was shocked too!

He's so awesome, everyone around me is praising my brother for being so awesome..."

The little girl was also frustrated in the Magic City. No one could share it with her. Xiaoling and the others were all watching the battle.

At this moment, after returning home, Fangyuan was completely relaxed, and she took Li Yuying, who was confused, to explain excitedly.

Even so, she danced and waved her broom, as if she was the one sweeping across the arena.

After a while, Li Yuying finally understood.

He looked at his son in surprise and asked, "Pingping, did you participate in that competition?"

She didn't watch it live or watch the video. She only knew that there was a competition and she didn't know that anyone was injured.

In Li Yuying's eyes, a game may be similar to what is shown on TV. You hit me, I hit you...

Injured and dead, Li Yuying really didn’t know that the student competition would still be like this.

Fang Mingrong glanced at his wife, thought for a while and said nothing, which only added to his worries.

Fang Ping didn't say anything. He smiled casually and said, "Well, I'm participating. Don't listen to Fang Yuan's nonsense. It's just a competition between some first-grade warriors. They are all freshmen. How can they be that powerful?"

"It's really amazing, Mom, I'm not lying to you. Also, my brother has made a lot of money. His classmates said that a knife of his is worth tens of millions..."

"knife?"

"This is it, this is it!"

Fangyuan happily lifted the wooden box that Fang Ping had put down, opened it and said with a smile, "Mom, this is it!"

"Tens of millions? Who did you listen to?"

"real……"

The mother and daughter discussed it. Fangyuan was not as worried at the beginning because Fang Ping was not injured and she only saw Fang Ping beating someone but not being beaten.

When talking about the martial arts competition, he talked endlessly and was very excited.

Fang Ping saw his sister happy and his mother confused, and couldn't help but grin.

…

The mother and daughter were discussing at the side, and Fang Ping walked to the balcony with his father.

Fang Mingrong smoked a cigarette and said softly: "You're not hurt, are you?"

"without."

"Warrior...does it have to be like this? Director and the others..."

"It will be the same in the future, not to mention that this time is a special situation. Fighting between warriors may not always be so bloody, but more peaceful discussions."

Fang Ping didn't tell a lie when he said this. He didn't have many life-and-death discussions.

The real opponent of the warrior is the cave creatures!

Fighting against cave creatures, Fang Ping didn't know what was going on.

But Fang Ping can guess that it will definitely be more cruel and bloody.

How many warriors die in the caves every year?

Several students of Lu Fengrou died in the catacombs. Nanjiang Martial Arts University, Tiannan Martial Arts University, including the Demon City Martial Arts University, a large number of third-level elites also died in the catacombs every year.

How many third-grade warriors died in the hands of warriors because of the arena battle?

"I don't understand what's going on with you... Your mother and I just hope that you can be safe and that you can come back every year for a family reunion..."

"Yes, Dad, don't worry about me. I'm not that stupid. I won't do anything dangerous."

"That's good, that's good..."

The father and son fell into silence, and Fang Mingrong no longer mentioned the martial arts competition, as if he had forgotten it.

As for Fang Ping, he didn't want to discuss this with his family. He just wanted them to be happy and live their lives in peace and health.

…

That night, Fang Ping had a peaceful sleep again.

Returning home feels like returning to another world.

Here, everything is so peaceful and comfortable.

Wake up in the morning and listen.

The sound of my mother cooking, my father's cough, and my sister's yawn are all so intoxicating to my ears.

"Guard?"

A thought came to Fang Ping's mind, is this the true meaning of being a warrior?
Chapter completed!