On the way home, Zhao Fei kept staring at Zhao Xingwu.

She has many knife wounds on her body, which were caused by the three gangsters just now, and the blood flows out and is smeared on her clothes, which looks a little scary, plus she is holding a watermelon knife in her hand, and the blood stains remaining at the corners of her mouth make her whole person murderous.

This...... Is that my daughter?

Zhao Fei had all kinds of feelings in his heart, and finally turned into pity: "Xingwu, does the wound on your body hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. Zhao Xingwu didn't say much, looked up at the sky, frowned, and said, "Hurry up, it's going to be dark." ”

At night, the demons and monsters will be very active under the light of the purple moon, and with the skills of the two of them, if they encounter it accidentally, they will only be eaten.

Zhao Fei didn't know this, thinking that Zhao Xingwu was afraid that it would be difficult to walk at night.

He secretly sighed, Zhao Xingwu is really worthy of his daughter, so strong, brave, heroic, no worse than a boy, and so beautiful, it's really ...... Awesome!

After being proud, Zhao Fei gradually calmed down, and many questions appeared in his heart.

Who is Chu Hao, who is possessed by him, and how did he know Zhao Xingwu?

Why didn't Zhao Xingwu call the police as soon as possible, but was in a hurry to go home?

Also, why are the clothes on the two so shabby?

Could it be that in the years of his absence, his family has been strapped to such an extent?

Jing Wenting is a lawyer, Zhao Fei had already turned regular when he died, and he worked as a consultant for several companies, and his future was bright, so it was impossible to be like this.

Zhao Fei was about to ask, but Zhao Xingwu suddenly turned into a small road.

More than ten years have passed, although the hometown has changed to a certain extent, but it still retains the approximation, Zhao Fei clearly remembers that the hometown is to take the right road.

"Stardance, where are you going?"

"Go home. ”

Zhao Xingwu grabbed Zhao Fei's hand, continued to walk to the left, and said firmly: "Go back and let Uncle Chu take you to the doctor, don't leave any sequelae." ”

Zhao Fei held his daughter's hand, his heart was moved, he couldn't speak for a long time, and followed Zhao Xingwu stupidly.

After a while, the two crossed the Tiankan and came to the west of Zhaojiagou, a two-story small brick house with a single family.

What is strange is that all the windows of the house are tightly sealed with cement.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged man with knotted muscles and a scar on his face gestured with a thick-backed machete, thinking about how the enemy would attack and how to effectively defend and counterattack.

The middle-aged man was immersed in the imaginary battle, and under his full attention, he didn't notice Zhao Fei and the two of them at the first time.

Zhao Xingwu trotted over: "Uncle Chu, something happened." ”

The middle-aged man looked back and saw the scarred Zhao Xingwu, and his face changed greatly: "Why are you injured? Who did it!"

As soon as he was angry, the wound on his face rolled with his expression, like a centipede writhing, and he looked a little disgusting.

With such a long wound, and it was still on the face, it must have been seriously injured in the first place, and it was a miracle that he survived.

Zhao Xingwu shook his head, looked back at Zhao Fei and said, "I have skin injuries, mainly Chu Hao, who seems to have lost his memory." ”

"Amnesia?" The middle-aged man confirmed that Zhao Xingwu was fine, walked up to Zhao Fei, frowned, and said, "Mouse, do you still recognize Lao Tzu?"

Zhao Fei's eyes widened, staring at the middle-aged man in front of him.

This man...... He's got to know him too Nyima!

The middle-aged man's full name is Chu Xiaodao, nicknamed Daozi, and he has worn a pair of pants with Zhao Fei since he was a child.

When he was in elementary school, Chu Xiaodao went to wake Zhao Fei up almost every morning in order to copy Zhao Fei's homework, which was completely Zhao Fei's human-shaped alarm clock.

Later, because of his good grades, Zhao Fei went to junior high school in the county seat, and then went to City C to study high school and university, and after graduation, he took the civil service exam, and also mortgaged a house in the urban area.

My soul travels to the son of the knife boy?

I became the son of the knife boy?

Watfak?

Zhao Fei was thundering above his head.

He didn't want to hide his true identity, but now he is out of proportion.

Although Zhao Xingwu said that Chu Hao was killed by three gangsters, who can say this kind of thing.

Who is sure that Chu Hao must have died at that time?

Maybe Chu Hao still has a breath, but as a result, Zhao Fei crossed over and just occupied his body, making up for the last knife in disguise, and this possibility is also there.

If Zhao Fei confesses his true identity, regardless of whether his family believes it or not, it is equivalent to telling Chu Xiaodao that his son is dead, and Zhao Fei is likely to be one of the murderers.

How did this make Zhao Fei face Chu Xiaodao?

And from Zhao Xingwu's attitude, Zhao Fei could read that his wife and daughter were very close to Chu Xiaodao, and even ......

When Zhao Fei thought of this, his whole person suddenly collapsed, and he didn't dare to continue thinking about it, the expression on his face was not shock, but shock!

Jing Wenting won't remarry Chu Xiaodao all these years, right?

Chu Hao can't be Chu Xiaodao and Jing Wenting's child, right?

Zhao Fei's legs were weak, and he involuntarily took two steps back, and sadness came from it.

If that's the case, thief, please hack me again, Lao Tzu doesn't want to travel back, he just wants to die, he just wants to die!

Zhao Fei's tears were about to flow out, and he didn't know what to say when he stood stupidly, like a second fool.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and Jingwen Pavilion, who was already thirty-six or seven, walked out of the gate.

The corners of her eyes have wrinkles, the sportswear on her body is old and gray, the sneakers under her feet have a few patches, and her smile is very kind, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

Now compared with the age of twenty, her face is thinner and tougher, and her figure is also plump, and her long black hair has been cut short into a refreshing ear-length short hair, losing its black and shiny luster, and mixed with some white hair.

"Tingting. Zhao Fei stared at Jingwenting motionlessly like a demon.

Jingwenting's appearance is definitely not as good as before, it can only be regarded as charming, and the stunning style of the past can be vaguely seen, but in Zhao Fei's heart, this person will always be his wife.

The most beautiful appearance of Jingwen Pavilion has always been engraved in Zhao Fei's heart, frozen there, and will never change.

Zhao Fei's habitual affectionate nickname made Chu Xiaodao very dissatisfied, and gave him a backhand on the head, and scolded: "What are you calling this kid?

Chu Xiaodao glared at the tiger's eyes, and said angrily: "Don't think that if you have amnesia, you can be neither big nor small, you are still Lao Tzu's species, and Lao Tzu will still teach you the same lesson!"

Men, being beaten in front of their beloved is definitely one of the most humiliating and irrational things.

Zhao Fei's face darkened immediately, and he scolded with his neck: "Chu Xiaodao, who drafted it, do you know who Lao Tzu is? You dare to hit me?"

When he roared, several people present were stunned.

Chu Hao has been a very obedient child since he was a child, except for being a little cowardly, he basically has no shortcomings, he knows how to be polite and general, obedient and well-behaved, and respects his elders......

But today, he was in a hurry with his father Chu Xiaodao, is this the legendary rebellious period?

Zhao Fei felt very embarrassed to be beaten in front of Jing Wenting, and Chu Xiaodao felt even more embarrassed to be talked back by his son in front of Jing Wenting!

"Turtle son, you have a fucking amnesia, can you still endure it?"

Chu Xiaodao grabbed Zhao Fei's ear and began to teach a lesson.

Zhao Fei was not an opponent at all, and struggled to scold: "When did you become so strong, you still play with knives, you really use yourself as a martial arts master?"

It was impossible for Chu Xiaodao to kill his own son, so the two "father and son" came and went, and the fight was so lively, Jing Wenting and Zhao Xingwu were stunned by the side.

"Stop!" Jing Wenting went up to persuade him, and protected Zhao Fei behind him: "He's still a child." ”

Zhao Fei was unconvinced: "I'm not a child, I'm ...... Twenty...... How old is it. In the end, I found that even if it was my real age, there was a big gap between me and Jingwenting, so my voice became smaller and smaller, and I stood there slumped, and suddenly I lost my noisy mood.

Chu Xiaodao was furious: "Shouldn't this kid be taught a lesson if he is rude? He not only calls you like that, but also calls me Chu Xiaodao, Lao Tzu hates that others call me Chu Xiaodao, and they all say that they want to call me Chu Xiaodao! If outsiders hear it, where will I still have the prestige? How can I suppress those ...... below?"

"Stop arguing!" Jing Wenting was shocked and frightened when he saw the injury on Zhao Xingwu's body, and shouted to stop Chu Xiaodao: "What happened?" Xingwu, how did you do this?"

Jing Wenting was so distressed that he pulled Zhao Xingwu to find the barefoot doctor in the village.

Zhao Xingwu didn't move: "Mom, I'm just a skin injury, just apply some medicine, and it's getting dark......"

Youkai are already active at night, and the mutated Purple Moon has an energy that makes youkai manic, so once it is night, people basically don't go out and stay at home quietly.

Jing Wenting looked up at the sky and hesitated: "Okay, I'll rub some medicine for you when you enter the house, don't get infected." ”

The three of them entered the house, but Zhao Fei stood outside and did not move.

Chu Xiaodao turned his head and glared at him: "What are you doing standing?

Zhao Fei's lungs are about to explode, the former little follower is now such a dick, the key is that he can't beat it.

He didn't want to enter the house, afraid to face everything that was speculated, but from the unscrupulous gangsters, to Zhao Xingwu's accustomed attitude towards injuries, and the conversations of several people, he had already sensed that something was wrong.

Zhao Fei was eager to understand what had happened in the past sixteen years, and at the same time with a hint of luck, maybe what he guessed was wrong, Chu Xiaodao and Jing Wenting were not married, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.

So he snorted and went into the house, trying to figure everything out.