I looked down at them condescendingly: "Hey, did you hurt my dad?" ”

Bodyguard A shook his head violently and shrank back. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"That's you?"

"No, it's not me, it's not me."

Bodyguard B began to deny it.

Their expressions were so frightened, but I didn't sympathize at all. Those who do their business, from the beginning of their career, should know that sooner or later they will be fighting and fighting, and there is nothing to sympathize with. I even think they can be a little more scared, a little more frightened. That's how it makes my heart feel better.

My lord, in fact, sometimes they are very naïve, they think that if they deny it so much, I will let them go, but this is not the case.

When I remembered that I used my mental power to secretly check on my dad's injuries last night, I even wanted to secretly kill all those who hurt my dad. At that time, it didn't matter if it was a crime to kill someone. If it weren't for my husband, I might have experienced first-hand what "impulse is the devil".

I aimed at the chest, back, arms, thighs of the two bodyguards, each of them, everywhere, and gave a punch. It's not serious, it's not light, it's just the extent of my dad's injury.

"I'm just giving you back my dad's wounds, and I think I'm very merciful, what do you say?"

The two bodyguards, who had fallen to the ground and were wailing incessantly, had their faces contorted in pain, and probably no longer had the energy to answer my words.

"What about you, Ms. Yang, what do you want to do with me without them?"

"Monster, you monster!"

"Monster, ah, maybe I'm really a monster. Are you afraid, Ms. Yang? ”

I don't think I'm acting like me at all, but a bit like the monster in the woman's mouth. This woman, maybe she has already discovered my difference, the secret of my blood, how could the woman who used to be so close to me not know. I may understand a little bit why people always say that my dad divorced that woman because of me.

Because I'm a monster.

"Don't come here, don't come here."

"Ms. Yang, just stand there, don't move, believe me, I'm not as terrible as you think. I'm really angry right now, but I'm not going to do anything to you.

Whether you like someone or hate someone, it takes strength. I don't want to spend my energy on you. That slap just now should be regarded as my repayment for all your kindness. Even though I have repaid you with my flesh and blood a long time ago, what do you say, Ms. Yang? ”

"Qin Yiren, you, you, you know!"

"Yes, I know, Ms. Qin. The memory that I had deliberately forgotten, the memory that I didn't want to remember anyway, I still can't forget it. Forget it, I'm actually very tired, physically tired, and mentally even more tired. ”

I didn't want to waste any more energy on this woman, so I turned around and picked up my dad.

"Dad, don't look at me with such distressed eyes, I'm much stronger than you think."

"Yiren, Yiren, Yiren......"

My dad called me one after another, wiping tears from my face with his hands as he screamed. I realized that I was crying.

Why are you crying, Qin Yiren? Is it too sad?

yes, it's sad. For my dad, for that woman, for everyone in this café, for myself.

O people in bondage, when will they be truly free?

"Sister, you're so amazing." The little girl who wanted to call the police for me just now grabbed my clothes.

Her face was very pale, and she didn't know if she was frightened, or if she was like that. The reason I noticed her just now, apart from the fact that she was the only one in the group who wanted to help me, was because there was a person standing behind her who was covered in a black cloak.

As we looked at each other, I saw a look of shock in his scarlet eyes.

I don't think anyone can see him but me.

He stood behind the girl, and wherever the girl went, he went. I didn't seem to want to pay attention to what kind of demon he was, but this little girl kept pulling at my clothes, which bothered me a little.

I touched the little girl's head: "Sister, let go of me, I'm leaving." ”

"Sister, did you use martial arts just now? It's amazing! Can Becky learn? ”

"Sister, that's not amazing. Having the courage to help others is really powerful. ”

"Sister, I don't understand."

"Sister, you're better than me. You're brave, now, let go of me, I'm going to protect the people I want to protect. ”

The little girl looked at me with innocent eyes with a very puzzled expression, and it was clear that she did not understand what I was saying. But she obediently let me go.

"Sister, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

......

......

I flagged down a taxi and was going to go to the hospital.

"Dad, don't be embarrassed, go to the hospital, do a full body examination, don't endure it alone because you want to hide it from me."

"Yiren, what do you know?"

"I know a lot, Dad, what are you asking?"

"You understand."

"I don't understand, Dad, if you don't say anything, I won't understand anything."

"You kid, you've been stubborn since you were a child."

"That's not stubbornness, it's just your own persistence. Dad, don't talk now, I'm afraid I'll be unable to stop crying. When the time comes, it will be too embarrassing to cry and go to the hospital with swollen eyes. ”

My dad really didn't speak.

At this time, I remembered a lot of things, about my dad, about that woman, many things that I couldn't figure out before, but now I can figure it out. I always thought I was hiding something from a lot of people, maybe too many people already knew.

The peculiarity of my body, the secret of my blood. My dad, and the woman, the man behind the woman, they all know it. That memory, which I deliberately forgot, still irrepressibly surfaced in my mind.

That was when I was still living with my mom. For a while, the woman would take me to the hospital every day to have my blood drawn, and every time I had my blood drawn, I felt like the world was spinning and I was weak. I was terrified at the sight of the cold needles and the bright red blood, as if I had been very resistant to that thing by nature. I resisted, I struggled, but I remained like a lamb to the slaughter, waiting for the butcher to mercilessly swing the butcher's knife.

"Mom, why do you want to draw blood, am I sick?"

"Yes, the baby is sick, the doctor is examining the baby, the baby has to be obedient, you know?"

"But I'm in so much pain, I'm not feeling well, can I not cure it?"

"No, the baby can't be afraid of pain, so he won't be cured, then he won't be a good child."

"I don't want to draw blood, I don't want to be a good child, Mom, let's go home, I don't want to be a good child."

She squeezed my hand, hugged my body, and pressed me to the chair, and I saw another tube of steaming blood being pumped out. At that time, I thought her face was terrifying, even more terrifying than the witch I had seen in the cartoon.

I don't want to think back to that memory. So cold, so desperate. However, until now, I can clearly remember every detail, the shaking of the hand of the doctor who drew the blood as he plunged the needle into my veins, the raised eyebrows of the woman when she saw the blood flowing out of my body, and the sympathetic gaze of the nurse looking at me as she took the blood away, all flashed in my mind frame by frame.

Really, it's very painful.