Chapter 857: Sacrificial Ao Bao (I)

Looking at his father's appearance of thinking about things, Xu Qing felt a sense of melancholy in his heart, his adoptive parents have treated him as their own for so many years, if it weren't for the accidental incident after his eldest brother's illness, he never even knew that it was his adoptive parents who had given him countless love, he blamed his biological parents more than once in his heart, and he didn't even think of looking for relatives, and now he roughly understands that his father also had a hard time back then, and he has been living in pain and guilt all the time over the years, forget it, people have been wandering around in front of the ghost gate, What else is there to blame!

Xu Qing put down the burned cigarette butt, stepped forward and patted his father on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Forget about the past, I've had a pretty good time over the years." ”

A very lame comfort made Ashig stop crying, he reached out and wiped the tears on his face and struggled to stand up, but he couldn't use the slightest strength up and down, Xu Qing saw this and quickly stretched out his palm to support his arm, and gently lifted it up to make him stand up.

Ashige put the longevity lock in his hand and the crescent-shaped copper piece into Xu Qing's hand, and said in a low voice: "I left the key, you have put away these two things, and you will use them in the future." ”

Xu Qing took the things and put them in his pocket, and said in a low voice: "Your illness has basically been cured, and your body can fully recover in a few days, but please don't tell me about my identity for the time being, okay?" Although he recognized this father in his heart, he never refused to call it out, as if there was still an invisible barrier between father and son.

Ashige frowned, he could guess what his son wanted to do, and said in a deep voice: "Are you thinking about how to avenge Daleng?" If you count it in Huaxia, Chahara Wushu is your uncle...... "In fact, he didn't know who started it, but he didn't say it explicitly.

Xu Qing's expression changed, and he said coldly: "I don't have an uncle, I only know that blood debts must be paid with blood, and Daleng also has relatives, does he deserve to die?" ”

Ashige's heart was shocked, he knew that the contradiction between his son and Wushu had reached an irreconcilable level, in fact, he didn't know that Wushu was planning to seize the throne of Khan was nothing more than a peek at the treasure of his ancestors, but the two have always been half-brothers, as the so-called blood is thicker than water, why make trouble to the point of boiling beans and burning a basket?

It is precisely because of Ashig's blind connivance that there is today's passive situation, of course, there is another point, when he knew that he was terminally ill, and his son was struggling to find it, he didn't care about any rights and wealth at all, and a person was about to die, and thinking about these external things didn't add to his troubles? It is precisely in this way that the Wushu cultivated forces in a short period of time, and on the surface, it seemed that he controlled the entire royal city in his hands, but he forgot one thing, it was not that Ashige was afraid of him, but that he didn't want to fight, he didn't bother to fight, and he was quite angry occasionally.

"Tomorrow, when the sacrifice is over, there will definitely be a result, I guess I will jump out, give me a day, okay?" Ashige now has the confidence to fight for what he didn't want to fight for before, or this originally belonged to him and never lost it.

Xu Qing nodded and said, "Okay, I listen to you, but there are still more than a dozen of my subordinates outside the city gate, and I want people to take them into the royal city to rest." ”