"No, no, no" An Qiang said immediately, wiping the cold sweat on his head with his sleeve, he had never been so embarrassed even if he dealt with His Majesty.

"I know it must be my son who is wrong, I also taught my son a lesson just now," An Qiang said immediately, as if he couldn't wait to exonerate his son.

Wu Haotian frowned impatiently as he listened, and directly interrupted An Qiang's words, "Wait, wait!" ”

An Qiang hadn't finished speaking, so he could only stand in place and wait for Wu Haotian to speak.

"Did I ask you to teach him a lesson?" Wu Haotian frowned and looked at An Qiang, "You taught him your housework, what does it have to do with me?!" ”

An Qiang looked at Wu Haotian a little speechlessly, why is this person so unreasonable?!

Damn, I'm not going to beat my own son because of you? If it weren't for your deflats, I could have beaten my precious son?

How can you say this so irresponsibly?!

The onlookers also looked at Wu Haotian stunned, this man laughed and was harmless, why was he so shameless? Everyone can see that people are doing it for you!

However, even if everyone knows it, even if An Qiang knows it, he has to swallow this bitter water in his stomach!

For the sake of his son, he had to do it!

An Qiangqiang showed a smile and looked at Wu Haotian who was indifferent in front of him and smiled, "Yes, yes, what happened just now has nothing to do with Wu Shao, it is our own housework." ”

An Qiang, as a famous brother in the imperial capital, has never been so humiliated, especially in this public!

"If you know, it's good." Wu Haotian didn't plan to give An Qiang face at all, and then looked at An Ziyou, who was lying in the mess and couldn't get up.

Actually, how could Wu Haotian not know how much force An Qiang had just used?

The slap only caused a skin injury, which seemed to be bloody, but in fact there was no internal injury at all.

Wouldn't it be too cheap to let him go so easily?

So, Wu Haotian walked over slowly.

Wu Haotian moved, and everyone's hearts were depressed, as if the world was only left with the 'creaking' sound of Wu Haotian stepping on the snow.

An Qiang was afraid, he was afraid that this man would be too ruthless!

He knows too well the influence of this Wu Haotian on the Han Empire, and now, even if this Wu Haotian kills his son, it will be in vain!

However, he is the father of his son, so how can he watch his son die?

An Qiang immediately rushed up, and in an instant, he rushed to the front of Wu Haotian, in front of An Ziyou.

Wu Haotian looked at An Qiang in front of him and stopped, and An Qiang didn't know what expression he was looking at Wu Haotian with.

Resentment? Implore? Fear?

Everyone looked at An Qiang in unison, they didn't know what kind of thing this father would do.

Immediately afterwards, An Qiang gave the answer!

I saw An Qiang reluctantly turn around and kick his son hard, every time An Ziyou kicked, he would spit out a mouthful of blood, and every time he kicked An Qiang, he would scold loudly!

"Rebel, I'll let you do evil again! Rebel, I'll let you take a good look at the consequences of doing bad things! ”

One kick! One kick!

With every kick, the hearts of all the onlookers chuckled!

If you fight like this, you will really die!

Moreover, even a layman can see that this An Qiang kicked An Ziyou's dantian, such a kick, this An Ziyou will definitely become a waste person who can't practice in the future!

Wu Haotian looked at this scene coldly and said nothing.

And An Qiang's old face has long been covered with tears, son, don't blame Dad, Dad, this is saving you!

If you fall into my hands, you may be able to leave a life, but you will not survive if you fall into his hands!

Finally, when An Ziyou only had one breath left, An Qiang stopped panting, and after a pause, he immediately turned his head to look at Wu Haotian.

"Wu Shao, are you satisfied this time?" An Qiang tugged at the muscles of his face, God knows how much this smile worked on him.

However, Wu Haotian is still so cold-blooded!

Wu Haotian's eyes were still so cold, and he looked at An Ziyou who was lying in a pool of blood and groaned slightly.

"It's not close." Wu Haotian said lightly.

So, Wu Haotian walked over gently, picked up the broken table leg next to the broken stall, and came to An Ziyou.

An Ziyou's consciousness was already unclear, and naturally he couldn't see what Wu Haotian was doing.

Wu Haotian smiled, and then raised the long stick in his hand high in An Qiang's tearful eyes.

The raised long stick was like a large peng with wings spread, and then swung it fiercely at An Ziyou's knee.

"Click!"

An Ziyou's screams resounded like a ghost in this white and clear sky!

"Click!"

This crisp sound was so harsh, and the harshness was a little miserable.

This sound, one of them, was the sound of the long stick breaking in half, and I saw Wu Haotian holding half of it in his hand, and the other half flying out high.

The second is the sound of An Ziyou's left leg knee fractured.

The sound also made everyone stand in place, and even the breathing became quiet.

They looked at An Ziyou, who was lying on the ground and moaning in pain, and felt sympathy, and looked at Wu Haotian, who was holding half a long stick in his hand, and felt cold.

This man is so smiling for a while, but so cold-blooded and ruthless for a while, as if he is not beating a person, but the most humble beast!

In this quiet atmosphere, only An Ziyou's scream was extremely abrupt.

It stands to reason that An Ziyou couldn't muster the strength to scream after being kicked by his father for a while, but he still screamed, covering his left leg and curling up in a ball.

It's not that An Qiang didn't make a ruthless move, but that Wu Hao was too ruthless.

Listening to An Ziyou's terrifying cry and looking at An Ziyou's painful body, Wu Haotian's expression still did not make any waves.

It was his son who was beaten, and it was his son who was mutilated, how could he calm down?!

However, he really can't go crazy now, otherwise not only will he not save his son, but he will also put himself in it

Wu Haotian simply threw the blood-stained half-stick on the ground with a 'ding dong'.

Then, Wu Haotian slapped his palm as if he had dirty his own hands.

Wu Haotian knew that this time he had completely broken up his patella and leg meridians, and even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu could not cure him.

Unless it's an elixir like the Nine Turns Vanilla, but do you think a worldly person can get his hands on something that precious?

Wu Haotian has broken his roots!

An Qiang clenched his fists tightly behind Wu Haotian and made a 'squeak' sound. (To be continued.) )