SATRIO.
CH 78S

Pandji stared at the skeptical haughty face that was suddenly in front of him, "Guru Romo?"

Grinning jokes, Pandji's ancestors clap. "You're right! But it's a shame the guessing prize is over."

Pandji put on a sour face, really wanting to cuss over the dignified man who was wanting to joke around with him.

However, in courtesy Pandji asked, "What was the matter until Father Master came to visit the grandchildren in this house?"

Father Master tapped a stick on Pandji's bedroom floor, "Are you tired?"

The thing that Pandji dislikes the most is when someone speaks indirectly on the subject. Circling or a lot of pleasantries.

According to Pandji, it is absurd that the father of all excursions comes only to convey empathy or to ask his condition like a unstable girl.

Pandji shook his head lightly, "No .. I'm just a little sleepy!"

The sound of the knocking of the stick is getting louder and louder, damaging the concentration of Pandji that is regulating energy and breathing.

Pandji releases inner energy to stabilize the energy that goes into his hearing. It is not easy to compensate for the energy in Father Master who is trying his strength. Attack through sounds.

Pandji's body trembled, sweat running down his back. The aura of Father Guru suddenly helped to suppress it strongly, Pandji's body was like being crushed by a large rock and the air was forcibly seized from his lungs.

Pandji complained, he had already reached his limit. His body collapsed and fluttered on the floor of the room.

Pandji's chest nearly exploded as the stick that knocked on the floor moved to stab the chest just above the heart. The hot air coming out of the wand got into Pandji's body very quickly, like a sudden electric shock.

Pandji's body convulses shortly before he can neutralize the energy transfer from his ancestors, binding him inside the body as an additional force within.

"illness?" asked Father Master grinned obliquely. His two eyebrows twitched watching Pandji return to his seat and start breathing normally.

Pandji smiled wryly, his pride too high to admit that his body was like being stoned when the energy of his ancestors came in. "No, Father Teacher. Just like getting a lot of needles."

Father Master chuckled as he raised one eyebrow high, "Alright!"

BLARS!!!

A glint of blinding red light pierced through the ceiling of the room and grabbed Pandji with devastating force.

Pandji, who had not dodged due to glare, received the great energy by force. His molar teeth bulging held the pain all over the body, the bones like crumbs and his veins almost broke.

Pandji re-regulates breathing quickly in order to absorb the incoming energy and make it fuse with his body.

Pandji's body was noticeably lighter and his strength was overflowing twice as much as before.

What a strange way to increase the amount of energy in!

Father Master smiled full of mystery, “Good!”

Pandji who still does not understand directly asked, “That was what, Father Guru?”

“Small exercise,” replied Romo Master briefly. His burly hand reached into the bag of shabby cloth he was carrying and gave a small roll of worn brown.

Parchment again?

"What is this, Father?" Pandji observed the scroll that seemed nothing special with a curious look.

"Ancient dating .. study it, it will be very useful!"

Pandji opened the scroll and looked at the contents, frowning confusedly as it was difficult to understand the contents in the parchment.

Raising his head, Pandji endured all his feelings of regret, his powerful ancestor leaving without saying goodbye and beyond his consciousness.

Pandji decided to continue the meditation, sit in the best position and drown himself tired and fall asleep.

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