The joy in the hearts of the teenagers did not last long, and the shouting of the three girls ended with a broken drink. The timing was very clever, when the three girls were about to exhale their depression and just breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, the momentum was exhausted, and the breath was scattered by this broken drink, and the following words could no longer be spoken.

The three children had grown up and had not tasted flesh for too long, and Vincent began to consider whether to let them have a longer memory. He glanced at his brother-in-law, who was pretending to be deaf and dumb. No wonder he easily didn't meet Bran, he couldn't talk about it, he couldn't move, this must be very worrying. Thankfully, his deterrence remains.

Vincent adjusted his sitting position slightly, and the invisible pressure was exerted on the three children, believing that this would make them honest for a while. When I was preparing to clean up these three girls since I was a child, this was the prelude. After the meal, when the people dispersed a little, he would let them relive the "warmth" of childhood. Let them suffer in anxiety for a while, and the past experience will slowly remind them of what it means to be afraid. All he had to do was maintain his majesty as a father, and when their excitement and anger subsided, everything would be under control. It has always been like this, and it will only be his father who will win in the end.

Everyone thought that the matter was over, and that any more fussy like this would only make the atmosphere more awkward. Many people can't help but look at their children, the undisguised excitement and adoration, and the irrepressible impulse. It's a wake-up call, I've been a bit busy lately, and I've been a little neglected. At this moment, I don't know how many people prepare a meal to relax the children's muscles......

But things didn't go in the expected direction, and Dia spoke again, her voice a little hoarse, "It's been like this since I was a child, you have never liked me, you have never liked us.

I remember the way you sighed after the three of us fought with Lily, you always wished for a daughter like Lily. At that time, if you are not convinced, you will go to the ballast again, and every time you fight more and more fiercely, but none of them satisfy you, you only have Lily in your eyes! Every time you are called together for training after a fight, your eyes are only on Lily.

We've never satisfied you, have we?"

Vincent's momentum faded somewhat, and he did want a daughter like Lily, strong and brave. That's why he pinned this hope on Dia and them.

Looking at her father's almost tacit attitude, Dia couldn't help but raise her voice: "I know that you have never been satisfied, even if we have worked hard.

I don't want you to point fingers at me anymore! I've had enough, I've had enough of your every word. I am who I am!

I'll prove it to you!"

It was a voice from the heart, and there was firmness and fearlessness in it, and she looked directly into her father's eyes without giving in. Then her two sisters followed suit.

Vincent met his daughter's angry gaze and asked, "How can you prove it?"

"I'm going to challenge you. ”

Vincent laughed angrily, "By you?"

"Yes, with me! I know I'm not as good as Bran, not as good as Lily, not as good as Dany, and so many others.

But you can't beat you either! I just want to beat you, prove that I'm better than you, and prove that you don't need to dictate to me. ”

......

The father and daughter stood opposite each other in the martial arts arena, and Vincent realized that his daughter had really grown up, no longer the little girl who could be put on her shoulders casually, and no longer the tomboy with mud marks on her face.

Looking at the anger and hostility in his daughter's eyes, Vincent couldn't help but sigh secretly, I'm all for your good.

The daughter has grown up and no longer needs him and sees him as a burden. In sadness and loss Chinese Mori said: "Be careful. ”

Dia tapped the sword and shield in her hand and mumbled.

Vincent took a simple step in front of Dia, and the knife in his hand slashed down, and Dia did not back down and raised his shield to meet him.

During her time with Bran on the fertile grasslands, she learned a lot. She saw firsthand how Bran practiced, pursuing every detail in a boring repetition.

At this age, she is already good at imitation, and she has seen how Bran pursues speed and how he fights his enemies. Attack! Keep attacking! Suppress the opponent's power with speed, and interrupt the opponent's rhythm before the opponent's strength bursts out.

At that time, Bran was able to stop the bugs, not passively defending, but always on the offensive, otherwise he would not have been able to stop them. Although they don't admit defeat on the lips, they are constantly imitating and referring to them behind their backs. After returning from the trial, she gradually found that feeling, giving up some of her strength to pursue absolute speed.

So Dia managed to snatch it in, and in her father's surprised gaze, she blocked the knife before the power completely exploded. She knows her father too well, and her martial arts were taught by her father. She may have never recognized her father's strengths, but she was clear about his shortcomings.

Vincent couldn't help but praise, good!

Dia looked serious, "It's not good enough. ”

She tried to fight back, but her father pulled back just in time, first knocking away her stabbing sword, followed by a kick on the shield to interrupt her attack.

The father and daughter confronted each other again.

Vincent sighed, his daughter was already a good samurai, and she could no longer tease as before.

He reminded again: "Be careful!"

I wanted to go around for a while, but as soon as I got into the fight, I realized that it was not good not to be serious. He stepped out again, slashing out with a mountain-like momentum.

The long knife collided with the shield, and Dia staggered back, throwing aside the short sword in her hand. Vincent followed him, and the long knife flipped and slapped diagonally......

But is it really good to defeat his daughter cleanly in front of everyone? The unbearable feeling in his heart made Vincent's movements hesitate for a moment.

Dia seized the opportunity and crashed headfirst into her father's arms, as she had done countless times as a child. Only this time her father couldn't catch her anymore and was knocked to the ground.

......

She felt her father hold her in his arms.

She heard her father say, "Good, good. ”

She heard the cheers of the teenagers around her, the sighs of her uncle, did she win?