My son, he is my son? no way, my son is dead.

The patriarch clutched his hair and stared straight at the young man who looked more and more like his son, in pain, his heart was clenched together, and even it became difficult to breathe.

He suddenly pointed at Lin Hao, who was sitting opposite, and shouted:

"My son, my son!"

"Patriarch, you are mistaken, I am not your son, but I guess that your son has always been quiet, just like a little girl, he does not fight for anything, he wants to know what is his own and what he deserves. ”

Lin Hao still spoke slowly, he looked at the patriarch's eyes full of fatherly love and was in a trance for a while, a little bit of the illusion that he was his father, and his tone was full of affection.

"What are you talking about? Father's everything is what you deserve, but you always don't want to accept it, why don't you just want to accept it? Why?"

The patriarch suddenly rushed towards him, grabbed his wrist, and burst into tears.

I just remember that the art of bewitchment was very easy to learn, but I didn't remember how to control it, and it seemed like I was a little bit out of play.

The patriarch has taken me for his son!

No, I have to speed up the progress, or I'll have to follow the old tears, this bewitching spell is too real.

Whew, Lin Hao took a deep breath, straightened his thoughts, and then continued to speak:

"Patriarch, do you remember what I said before you started the battle? Do you remember what I said all these years? ”

"Now, your son is dead, and you are still like this, you want people to pay for your life, and you want countless soldiers to pay for your mistakes!"

He questioned earnestly word by word, Qi Xiao had been lurking in the Jinghai clan, and he knew the relationship between the father and son very well, and he had specifically asked Qi Xiao about some things between their father and son before he came.

Only by knowing oneself and knowing oneself can one win a hundred battles, sure enough, the two of them who are of the same age, coupled with the use of the art of bewitchment, the patriarch seems to regard him as his own son, crying with snot and tears.

Lin Hao, as the emperor, was not surprised by such a scene, but he was still faintly uncomfortable in his heart, after all, the patriarch was called by a son.

For the peace of the Fengyu clan and the Jinghai clan, and for the peace of the demon clan, he must use the spell of bewitchment to awaken the kindness in the patriarch's heart and promise a truce.

The patriarch held Lin Hao's hand tightly, and every word his son had said to him before he went out was flashing in his mind.

"Father, you and I will regret it after this battle!"

"Whoever wins or loses this battle will not be a winner. ”

"The biggest strength behind the Gaozhuo Mountains is still there, although they don't appear much, it doesn't mean that they don't exist anymore, we snipe and clam are fighting, and only the Gu Shuang clan has benefited. ”

"Father, I am willing to be your pawn, and I also ask my father to rest assured that he will make a move, since we have begun to walk towards the abyss, the son will not let his father go alone. ”

"Father, when the son returns, the son will definitely come back to share the joy of victory with you!"

"The father is relieved that there is no problem for his son to lead the troops, although the father is strategizing. ”

"Have all 50,000 horses been wiped out? Watching his life go by, my son felt uncomfortable. ”

"For the sake of the father, the son is willing to do everything, and the father will do it. ”

"Father's ......"

My son, my son!

The patriarch's ears kept echoing with You Chuan's voice, like a dream, he kept reaching out to grab his son who kept retreating, but every time he did throw his hands into the air, he shouted towards the empty tent in front of him:

"Son, don't go! Father knows that he is wrong, Father will not fight again, no!"

"Father, this battle should be over, the Gu Shuang clan has been staring at us for too long, we shouldn't be so presumptuous. It's time for us to relent, for the sake of the Gauzo Mountains, for our own sake!"

The son who walked out of the big tent spoke leisurely, like his last words, and like a daily request.

The patriarch, who was already paralyzed from crying at all, grabbed the wrist of the young man in front of him:

"I promise you, I promise! My father is willing to retire from the army and repent for the rest of his life. ”

That's what you want!

Lin Hao's heart was full of joy, and the raised corners of his mouth had already explained everything, but he also knew that once the patriarch was sober, things might change:

"Patriarch, are you okay? I'm the little emperor Lin Hao, are you okay?"

Surprise!

Lin Hao: Not my son?

The patriarch woke up suddenly, let go of Lin Hao's hand, and subconsciously shrank back, obviously, he subconsciously knew that Lin Hao was an extremely dangerous person.

He hurriedly wiped away his tears and pretended to be calm and asked:

"Lin Hao, what did you do to me, why did I see my son?"

"Don't you want to see him, shouldn't you be grateful to me if I let you see him?"

Lin Hao straightened his crumpled clothes that had been hugged by the patriarch, sat back on the chair, and spoke unhurriedly, as if the old man in front of him was no threat to him at all.

You must know that the old man in front of him is a person who has broken through the third rank of the Xuan Realm, he already has aura in his body, and Lin Hao is still a little short of the third rank of the Xuan Realm, if he is tough, he is not an opponent at all.

Looking at Lin Hao's cold eyes, the patriarch was choked by his words, and wanted to refute but was unable to speak, he wanted to see his son's heart was heaven and earth, but there was a feeling of being used, and his heart was not a taste, and he opened his mouth for a long time without saying a word.

He suddenly walked to the front of the main seat, turned his back and stood with his hands in his hands, and two lines of tears fell again.

My son, what should I do?

......

Inside the camp of the Fengyu clan.

The nap had just begun, and the Feng idiot who suddenly woke up in a dream was a fish who jumped off the couch and rushed into Lin Hao's big tent in a panic to find him.

"It's a big deal! Oh no, the little emperor is gone!"

"Huh, the little emperor is gone?"

Wen Bin was the first to exclaim, his eyes widening like copper bells.

"What's the panic, Your Majesty said that he went to the Jinghai Clan, this is what we discussed before, have you forgotten?"

On the contrary, it was Qi Xiao's serious explanation, and he had a bad memory expression.

Qi Xiao, you big fool! Is what Your Majesty says is what it is?

He entered life and death alone! You still say it so easily?

Feng Idiot suddenly became angry, and pushed Qi Xiao away, especially blaming himself:

"Are you stupid? Can Your Majesty go alone? Didn't Your Majesty say that I should be laid out outside? Are we arranged? We are still in the camp, but I am afraid that Your Majesty has already arrived at the Jinghai Clan! Life and death are unpredictable, and I am all to blame!"