Yang Xiaoyu's father nodded lightly, then looked at Yang Xiaoyu's mother and said with a smile:

"Wife, my son has a very strong and gentle energy in his body, and it seems that there is no big problem.

This little bastard was probably having some adventure and could practice. Then he just practiced the qigong and fork. Now he has recovered, but he is still in a coma."

"You are still laughing? I just said why Xiaoyu has become weaker than before today? It turns out that it is..." Yang Xiaoyu's mother fell into memories and muttered, but at this time, Yang Xiaoyu's father interrupted clearly:

"Don't think about it, this little bastard didn't walk on our path, he was not in his body."

"Really?! Is that internal force?" Yang Xiaoyu's mother asked in shock when she heard this.

"Not really, I don't know what it is." Yang Xiaoyu's father replied.

"Let's take a look." Yang Xiaoyu's mother said, picking up Yang Xiaoyu's other hand and taking her pulse.

"Well? So powerful, so gentle energy. It's a little warm when in contact, the pores expand faster, and the pollution contained in the oxygen is purified, like love...the power of nature.

What kind of energy is this? Why does this energy appear in the world?

Husband, let’s find a way to wake Xiaoyu up and tell us.” Yang Xiaoyu’s mother said with her eyes closed.

"Okay. Makaba... Bah, my wife asked me to download a certain shaking on my phone, and the spell was recited wrongly."

Yang Xiaoyu's father muttered, but one hand suddenly appeared on his waist like lightning and twisted, then screamed:

"It hurts so much."

"Did I ask you to download it? Lao Kong next door told me that when you two went fishing the day before yesterday, you asked him to download it for you. When you came back, you were still nervous and got one for me." Yang Xiaoyu's mother said while pinching it.

"Yes, yes, my fault, wife, you will let go, it will hurt so much!" Yang Xiaoyu's father said quickly.

"It's okay to let go, you can't look at beautiful women again in the future!" said Yang Xiaoyu's mother.

"You're jealous? It hurts so much. I won't look anymore." Yang Xiaoyu's father raised his eyebrows and asked, but he got a response that the force of his waist twisting was increasing, so he had to say quickly.

"This is almost the same. Let Xiaoyu wake up quickly." Yang Xiaoyu's mother said.

After hearing this, Yang Xiaoyu's father rubbed the area where his waist was twisted, and then said, "Ma Ji is lazy and Di Yan, quiet and fainted, wake up!"

"Puff!" As soon as Yang Xiaoyu's father finished speaking, Yang Xiaoyu, who was lying down, vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Xiaoyu! Yang Ting! Are you okay?" Yang Xiaoyu's mother shouted hurriedly.

At this time, in Yang Xiaoyu's body and in the system space, Xiaoxi, who was smiling happily with Yang Xiaoyu and Liu Ling, suddenly said:

"No, Brother Xiaoyu, your body is in danger."

"What!" Yang Xiaoyu spitted out two words, and then there wasn't that much. He hurriedly returned to his body and opened his eyes to look at the parents in front of him and said:

"Dad? Mom? Why are you here? What are you doing?"

Yang Xiaoyu had already placed him on the bed and was about to go into battle himself. He raised his slap and used the "Wakeup Palm" to wake up Yang Xiaoyu's mother silently put down her raised palm and said, "What are you doing."

"Little bastard, tell me, what's going on?" asked Yang Xiaoyu's father, Yang Ting, who just called out his name from Yang Xiaoyu's mother.

"What's going on? Dad? What are you asking?" Yang Xiaoyu looked at Yang Ting with a confused look on his face and asked.

"Stop pretending, what's going on in your body? Have you become a disciple? Or have you found the lost inheritance?" Yang Ting said.

"Accomplishment? Inheritance? No? The energy in my body is spiritual..." Yang Xiaoyu said suddenly and stopped.

"What's the spirit? Is it spiritual energy?!" Yang Ting asked, then screamed as if he had thought of something.

After hearing this, Yang Xiaoyu didn't speak, but kept looking at Yang Ting with strange eyes.

"Boy, why are you staring at you all the time? Tell me quickly!" Yang Ting knew what Yang Xiaoyu was thinking, so he smiled and scolded.

"Are you taken over?" Yang Xiaoyu just thought of something about cultivation of immortality with suspicion, and then all the memories of the parallel world appeared and asked.

"Taking the body? What's the body?" Yang Ting asked with a confused look on his face.

Yang Xiaoyu looked at Yang Ting's expression, and looked at his mother again. He found that they didn't know this. After knowing that it was their original parents, he became interested and asked:

"Dad, how do you know about energy and spiritual energy? Are you a cultivator living in seclusion in the city like the novel?"

"Stupid brat, what kind of secluded immortal cultivator? I have read novels for more than ten years but haven't seen any novels about immortal cultivators. Don't fool you out of nothing." Yang Ting said with a smile.

"Uh? Yes, there are not many novels of immortals in this world. The only ones that are famous are Zhu Xian, Journey to the West, and the Romance of the Gods." Yang Xiaoyu thought.

"Boy, what are you thinking?" Yang Ting slapped Yang Xiaoyu in the head and asked.

"It's nothing, Dad, you haven't told me how you know about energy and spiritual energy." Yang Xiaoyu replied and reminded.

"Xiaoyu, let mom tell you." Yang Xiaoyu's mother, who had been silent for a long time, said as if she had made up her mind.

"Wife..." Yang Ting wanted to speak but stopped, and Yang Xiaoyu's mother looked at him and said firmly: "Since Xiaoyu has come into contact with extraordinary things, he should know."

Yang Ting was silent after hearing this, and Yang Xiaoyu's mother looked at Yang Xiaoyu and said:

"Your father's name is Yang Ting, he is the ninth-generation descendant of the Taoist Tianlong Sect, and my mother's name is Chen Xi, he is the tenth-generation descendant of Shi Niang, Buddhism."

"Mist grass? It means that my dad is a Taoist priest, my mom, you are a nun?!" Yang Xiaoyu shouted.

"That's right, and your father is a Taoist priest who is a bad person and a poor person, and your mother is a nun who cannot give birth to children, so you are not our biological child." said Yang Xiaoyu's mother, Chen Xi.

"Is it so bloody?" Yang Xiaoyu thought, and then said, "I just said you are almost forty or fifty years old, why do you look as young as you are in your thirties? So that's how it is."

"Boy, although we are not your biological parents..."

Yang Ting looked at Chen Xi's mood and seemed to be in a bad mood. He spoke, and Yang Xiaoyu interrupted halfway:

"Don't talk about this, what's the biological parents who are not biological. You have raised me since childhood. You are my biological parents."

"Dad, don't you want to know? The energy in my body is spiritual energy..." Yang Xiaoyu began to say, using novels he had read in parallel worlds and then omitted the system's matters and made up things, and successfully fooled his parents out of the room.

Before walking out of the room, Chen Xi said worriedly: "Xiaoyu, you have not been depressed for a long time. Don't think about your life experience."
Chapter completed!