"Do you hate me?"

When Jiu Yao entered the prison tent, the first sentence that came out was this sentence. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hua Yao quietly looked at his father, who had not seen him for six or seven years, and replied.

"What are you doing here?"

"My son is going to die, can I, the father, not come to see him for the last time?" Jiuyao's voice was hoarse, and his eyes carved by the extreme north wind and frost were deep and quiet.

Hua Yao's head tilted over for a long time before he said lightly: "I thought it was ...... In your heart, there is no such son as me for a long time. ”

"Nonsense!" Jiuyao's voice was so loud that he couldn't hear that he had just undergone a very expensive operation, "You have my blood on your body, even if you die, you will be the son of my Jiuyao Heavenly Monarch!" ”

The atmosphere in the tent fell silent.

"What happened to your right hand?" Hua Yao's head still didn't turn around, and he said in a muffled voice, "You would never wear clothes of this color." ”

The big red cloak that Jiuyao had covered the outside still hadn't been taken off, and the newly stitched arms were bandaged and hidden in the cloak.

Both sons noticed that something was wrong at first sight, and Jiuyao's eyes moistened.

Jiuyao is in the far north all the year round and doesn't go home much, so he thinks his son doesn't know him very well. I didn't expect ......

He walked over slowly, sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at Hua Yao's pale face and the shocking wound on his chest, and said, "Son, have a good chat with me." ”

——

Hua Yao didn't expect to see him on the last morning.

When he broke in in a black military uniform and a fiery red cloak, he had just finished his last sip of soy milk.

Soy milk fritters, this is the last breakfast that Match prepared for himself.

It's cold, but he likes it. Because these two things were things he often ate when he was cultivating in Hengshan, and they were also the things that his father bought for him for the first time.

His father marched all year round, and it was difficult to come back.

The first time I took him out, I went to the breakfast shop for some breakfast.

Although it was just something that was just something that could be seen, he fell in love with it as soon as he ate it. Because, it was the first reunion dinner he had with his father since he could remember.

He actually regretted not letting the old man come to see him for the last time, especially after knowing everything.

He thought that the sudden resurrection of the dead would indeed be shocked, and even hatred and suspicion, but when he understood everything, he was relieved.

Looking back on the past, it is understandable that the old man would make that kind of decision.

Involved in the struggle between the emperor and the big shots, he can come out alive, and he is indeed a fortune teller.

He does not hate, nor does he resent.

He grew up in the Holy Capital, and he has his own way of understanding the competing interests of terror.

It's purely fateful.

Just as he was thinking about whether to ask his eldest brother to bring his ashes back to the far north, he broke in.

is still the same strong spirit, still the same majestic, and still the irreplaceable hero in his mind.

He suddenly felt a little nervous, after all, he hadn't seen him for too long. He didn't know if this analogy was appropriate.

"Do you hate me?" His father said this to him suddenly.

Hate...... He hated him, and he hated him since he pulled out his immortal bones and threw him to fend for himself in the Holy Capital Mansion.

hates his ruthlessness, and hates his lack of ruthlessness.

He died because he deserved it, and he had nothing to say. But to let him survive and live worse than a mortal is that he is not ruthless enough.

So, he chose to punish him, he was going to rot himself, so rotten that his brother didn't want him to live anymore.

And then he succeeded, he succeeded in getting the death penalty he wanted, the liberation he wanted.

Even now, even when he knew all the facts, he still didn't change his mind.

He wants to die, too, and should die here.

"What are you doing here?" He returned.

He tried to reply to him in a cold tone, God knows how much he wanted to get up, and threw himself into his arms, apologizing for everything he had done.

But he can't, and won't.

My father, my hero from childhood to adulthood, you shouldn't be here.

Because I know what kind of difficult choices you, who will only carry all the pain on your back, will make at this time.

And that's the last thing I want to see.

——

"Do you already know everything?"

My son still didn't look at me, but I knew everything about him and got an affirmative answer from his slightly stiff body language.

I asked myself, "Why do I know?" Hehe, if it weren't for that, I guess I was blasted out by you as soon as I came in. It's like when you woke up in your old mansion eight years ago. I didn't even get a chance to explain. ”

The son, who had not been seen for many years, finally turned his head, and there were many emotions in his dark eyes that were exactly the same as those of his mother.

I let out a long, long sigh and slowly reached over my uninjured left hand, touching my son's head tenderly and lovingly, as I did every goodbye many years ago.

"Son, you've lost weight."

Tears slowly appeared in the cloud-like eyes, and Hua Yao replied hoarsely, "Old man, you haven't changed at all. ”

My heart was happy and sad, "Chengxian is not good at this, I can't get a few more wrinkles to scare and scare those little rabbits." ”

The son's gaze moved to his right shoulder and said slowly, "Take it out and I'll take a look." ”

I took it out as I said and said, "It's okay, it's a small injury, it's been picked up." ”

Hua Yao looked at the gauze wrapped around his broken arm in silence and said, "You shouldn't come." ”

I was about to retort, but my son said again, "This time, I don't want you to do it." ”

I was silent for a long, long time, and then with a single palm shattered the four chains that bound my son's hands and feet.

"What are you doing here?" The son asked, puzzled.

"I'll take you away."

He probably didn't expect me to say this, and he looked at it for a long time, and the look in his eyes either thought I was crazy, or began to doubt my truth.

Maybe it's tiredness, maybe it's the prayer from the bottom of my heart that dominates the will. When I saw his eyes, the serenity of his peaceful death, I felt that this time, I must save him.

Even if I lose my glory, even if I am scolded by thousands of people, I want to disobey this time.

"Old man, don't be stupid, I won't leave." My son said with a stinky face after confirming that what I said was true.

"Even though I was innocent eight years ago, this time, I deserve it. I know how to do it, and this is the last script I wrote for myself. ”

My eyes started to burn because I knew he was right.

He looked up and measured the time through the sight coming from outside the tent.

"Old man, let's go, the time is almost up."

I shook my head, "If you really have to die, then I'm ......."

The dagger hidden under the red cloak was revealed.

He suddenly shouted: "Don't even think about it! Someone ...... coming."

I covered his mouth, my right hand trembling and reaching for the dagger, hot tears blurring my vision.

"Son, I'm sorry, I can't let your brother bear all this, I was the one who gave you life, so it should be up to me to take back this life."

Hua Yao's eyes were also moist, and he looked at me sadly.

"It's okay, son, you go to Nai He Bridge to find your mother first, soon, Daddy, I will come to you soon."

With that, I quickly pulled out my dagger and stabbed him in the heart. (To be continued.) )