But does such a person, such a family, need to give face?

Huang Conglong stared at Xia Qingchen in front of him, and the more he looked, the more discomfited he was.

Huang Conglong was so frightened that he gently held it in his palm, lest he might break it with a little effort.

He held his breath and placed it carefully on the table, then stared at Xia Qingchen with an angry look: "How dare you damage it?"

Xia Qingchen sat down in a leisurely manner, only taking the crystal out of his arms, and turning it on, Huang Conglong only calmed down his impertinent words in the empty living room.

"Fortunately, be prepared, otherwise don't you want to pay you a mirror of the Huang family today?" Xia Qingchen looked unpredictable.

Snapped--

Huang Wending flapped his hand, and got up and scolded: "Good mirror, how can it be damaged if you use it normally? You must have moved your hands and feet!"

Xia Qingchen did not squint: "Blind don't talk to me, shut your mouth and listen quietly."

"Oh! Are you really taking yourself seriously?" The anger that Huang Wending pressed down broke out again, and he would start when he got up.

Huang Conglong reached out to stop him, his face calm: "Stop!"

"Dad, I look at the people of the Xia family. No matter old or small, it is not a thing! You have to give them a lesson to know where the dignity of the Huang family is!" Huang Wending looked at Xia Qingchen early.

In a wild field, why stand up in front of the Huang family?

Huang Conglong didn't blame Huang Wending's disrespectful words, only said: "He really did not deal with Gu Jing, don't talk nonsense if nothing happened."

The rest of the lights glanced at the crystal ball that Xia Qingchen played with, and repeated his promise again and again.

Although Huang Conglong only closed his eyes, he may be able to sense that Xia Qingchen was really just dropping a drop of blood, except that there was no extra movement.

Moreover, he did not think that Xia Qingchen could damage the ancient mirror with external force.

Because this ancient mirror, even him, could not be brutally damaged.

But why is it suddenly broken?

When the rest of the light fell on the octagonal mirror again, suddenly the pupil shrank and found that the broken mirror surface of the octagonal mirror was missing a series of fuzzy values.

The above is awesome!

With the passage of time, the blood of the gods will become thinner and thinner.

Today, the blood is the strongest, and his father is one and a half.

Secondly, my sister Huang Yanran has a score of 13%, and finally he has a score of 9%, which is less than 10%.

And his proud son Huang Wending, the test result, is only seven points.

However, Xia Qingchen's test results actually reached a full percentage, higher than their father and son!

Such a mellow blood of the gods, if placed in the Huang family, must be the focus of training!

Seeming to notice his gaze, Xia Yuan also looked through his gaze and was surprised: "10%?"

His gloomy eyes rekindled hope, and asked with joy and excitement: "From Brother Long, what level of blood is in the Huang family, can it be recognized by the Huang family?"

More than recognition, Xia Qingchen will be treated as a treasure!

Huang Conglong was stunned and didn't know how to answer.

With everything in his grasp, he feels that everything is messed up. Do he really want to take their father and son back to meet Xia Yuan and his sister?

But if that's the case, what should the feather dragon do?

The feather dragon is the most suitable object. This Xia Yuan, one straw bag, what is it compared with the feather dragon?

Just don't take it back, how to explain the ancient mirror, how to explain the above test results?

While being distressed, Huang Wending didn't change his face and said, "It's just a bloodline, the lowest level is almost equal to nothing. The Huang family will not recognize this kind of waste bloodline!"

Whatever he said, it was impossible for Xia Qingchen to return to Huang's house.

He is the purest generation of the Huang family's contemporary bloodline, and he loves and values ​​the older generation of the Huang family. If Xia Qingchen returns to the Huang family, where else can he do?

"Abandoned bloodline?" Xia Yuan fell into hopelessness again from hope, and asked Huang Conglong in painful expression: "Brother Conglong, is that true?"

A trace of confusion flashed through Huang Conglong's eyes, but he lied without thinking about it: "Well, it's a waste bloodline, no difference."

The fluke in Xia Yuan's eyes shattered, laughed at himself, and sat back weakly: "What am I still looking forward to?"

The son really has the blood of the gods, and he wouldn't be so dismal at the beginning.

Only Xia Qingchen's heart was like a mirror, and Huang and his son were lying.

"Since that is the case, I won't force it. We will take a book off the other day and inform the Huang family that my 10% waste blood will not join the Huang family to avoid embarrassing them." Xia Qingchen said lightly.

Hearing the words, Huang's father and son had a tight heart.

Although the Huang family does not get down in the sky, there are many post houses in the world.

All letters written to the Huang family will be sent to heaven through the post, and finally read by the elders in the family.

If the family owner knew that they had degraded Xia Qingchen's **** wizard as a waste bloodline and discarded it, I was afraid it would cause an uproar!

At least the head of the house cannot spare their father and son.