The special genius doctor of the beautiful president

"dad……"

Jiang Jiajun yelled, but retreated subconsciously.

"Dad, is your injury healed?"

Jiang Jiajun panicked inexplicably.

The one in front of her is her respected father, but the look in his eyes at this time should not appear from the eyes of a father.

However, she was not mistaken.

She didn't know how many men had seen this look in her eyes.

What's more, even the dead Tan Pinjie, even if he just regarded himself as a gun-friend, when he was really doing that kind of thing, his eyes were full of endless desire.

This point is exactly the same as Jiang Zhonghe in front of him.

When Jiang Jiajun saw Jiang Zhonghe coming in, she took a step back until she reached the position of the coffin until there was no way out.

Turning his head, he glanced at his mother lying on the coffin, Jiang Jiajun didn't know what to say.

"Dad, why is mother here?" Jiang Jiajun looked at Jiang Zhonghe, "You told me that mother is dead and cremated, why is the body here soaked in medicine?"

Jiang Zhonghe looked at Jiang Jiajun, and he walked over step by step, clutching his chest.

The wound on his body hasn't healed yet.

Because of the use of the Xueming Dafa, otherwise he would not have suffered such serious injuries.

Moreover, the reason why he lost everything to Ghost and Li Shuang was because of practicing Xueming Dafa.

If he hadn't caught up with this matter and let him rest for a while, he would have a chance to break through.

Jiang Zhonghe came to the coffin, glanced at Jiang Jiajun, and said expressionlessly: "Jiajun, your mother is here, and it's not that Dad wants to hide it from you."

"Dad, how did Mom die?"

Jiang Zhonghe didn't answer, looking at Jiang Jiajun: "Your mother is a descendant of Nuwa, and you are also a descendant of Nuwa. Your body has the ability to repair quickly. When your mother was still alive, as long as I was injured, I could rely on her Her abilities will recover soon. However, she will not be able to survive after all."

Jiang Jiajun seemed to understand something.

She just looked at Jiang Zhonghe steadfastly, biting her lip.

After a while, Jiang Jiajun asked, "Dad, Mom disappeared a few years ago, and you kept looking for it. After searching for a few years, you came back and told me that Mom died of a serious illness. Is this a lie?" ?"

Jiang Zhonghe sighed, "Jia Jun, Dad didn't want to hide it from you. At that time, you were still young, and I was afraid that you would not be able to bear the excitement, so I never told you. In fact, your mother has not disappeared, she has been in Lingquan building."

Jiang Jiajun was stunned.

"Dad, why is this? Since my mother is not missing, why do you tell me that my mother is missing?"

Jiang Zhonghe glanced at Jiang Jiajun, "Do you remember the trick Dad used when he escaped just now?"

Jiang Jiajun nodded.

That can be said to be the great method of blood escape.

However, that is a very debilitating move, and if it is not a last resort, no one will use it.

But that move seems to have an evil atmosphere, I don't know why his father wants to learn that kind of martial arts.

Jiang Zhonghe said slowly: "Jiajun, in fact, Dad never told you that Dad is not from Rongcheng, I belong to the White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions. The previous trick is called Xueming Dafa, a unique skill in the Western Regions. As long as you can learn it successfully If that happens, not to mention bullets, even cannons won’t kill me.”

Speaking of this, Jiang Zhonghe's eyes became very arrogant: "At that time, there will be no opponent in the world, and I will be No. 1 in the world."

Jiang Jiajun kept shrinking back, but she had already reached the corner, and she couldn't shrink back anymore.

However, the Jiang Zhonghe in front of her was quite strange to her.

This is not her father at all.

That distorted face made her look terrified.

However, she had to endure it, because she felt that at this time, she had to sort out the cause and effect of everything.

"Dad, you are from the White Camel Mountain in the Western Regions, but I remember that my mother told me when I was a child that you were born and raised in Rongcheng."

Jiang Zhonghe withdrew his arrogant and extravagant eyes, and smiled at Jiang Jiajun.

If it was before, for Jiang Jiajun, it would have been a loving expression, but now she always feels that this smile makes her spine feel a little chilly.

"For some reasons, I haven't told your mother the truth. But it doesn't matter. Your mother and I really love each other."

Jiang Zhonghe rested his hands on the glass and looked down at the woman in the coffin.

Even though the potion was soaking on her body, that face was still that beautiful.

In fact, Jiang Jiajun did not inherit the beauty of the woman in the coffin.

It's just inherited [-]%.

"Your mother is a beauty." Jiang Zhonghe said softly, "If she was still alive, perhaps my blood magic would have succeeded long ago. Unfortunately, her bloodline is not the purest after all, and there is no way to last until the end."

Jiang Jiajun stood still in place.

"Dad, Mom died because of you!"

Jiang Zhonghe raised his head and looked at Jiang Jiajun, "Now, I don't think I need to hide it from you, anyway, you have already found out here. Your mother did have an accident because of me. That year, I practiced Xueming Dafa, but because of this blood Ming Dafa is too domineering, and I can't control my power, so I went crazy."

"At that time, I was seriously injured, so I used your father's body for treatment. You are a descendant of Nuwa, and you also understand that in the process of saving people, the faster the injured recover, the more powerful the healer will absorb. At that time, I discovered that your mother's body was useful to my Blood Dark Dafa during the treatment process, so I frantically absorbed it while treating it, and finally made a big mistake."

Jiang Jiajun found that his hands and feet were cold.

She never thought that her mother died like this.

Her father was the murderer of her mother.

What an ironic thing this is.

"Over the years, I have been using potions to preserve her body. Although she is dead, you may not know that as a descendant of Nuwa, even if she is dead, she can still be treated."

Jiang Jiajun suddenly felt sick.

How could this man in front of her be her father?

His mother was already dead, but he still kept the body, just to do that kind of thing, and then heal him and practice.

Thinking of the man in front of him doing that kind of thing to his mother's corpse, Jiang Jiajun really wanted to spit out the last night's meal.

"Jiajun, Dad is seriously injured now, if he wants to recover quickly, he must ask you to help."

"Dad, you're crazy! I'm your daughter!"

Jiang Jiajun roared at Jiang Zhonghe.

Jiang Zhonghe took a step forward, grabbed Jiang Jia who was trying to dodge, and said in a deep voice: "Anyway, when the descendants of Nuwa reach the marriageable age, if they can't find a better man to marry, they will marry their father, or even a The grandparents are the same. If this is the case, you will be my dad. As long as my injury is healed, I can kill all those who want to catch you!"