"But grandfather, don't worry, the queen mother was eaten to death by our three brothers and sisters, hehe."

"Grandfather, eat more meat, look at your skinny."

"Grandfather, you're eccentric. You will come back on the birth day of the queen mother, and you will not come back on the survival day of Yi'er. ”

"Grandfather, the next time you come back, let the imperial brother practice the sword for you, the imperial brother is amazing."

"Maternal grandfather"

"Maternal grandfather"

I think this is the first time in my father's life that he has enjoyed family fun.

After dinner, his loving gaze swept over the three children one by one, and finally stopped at me. I watched as he nodded at me and smiled. I know that my father wanted to tell me that he is very happy today.

The tears that were finally stopped, as time passed, there was a tendency to collapse again, "Is this what you are leaving?"

If that's the case, I'd rather never finish this dinner.

Qing Cang lowered his head, feeling a little guilty, "Aqing"

However, before Qing Cang could finish speaking, his father said "hmm" again. A pair of skinny yellow hands kept waving back and forth, indicating that he still wanted to say a few more words to me alone.

I looked at Qingcang, my eyes full of longing. Qing Cang couldn't bear it, and finally nodded, "Go, I'll guard the door for you." ”

My tears are like absolute mention, half for my father who is about to leave, and half for Qingcang, who paid silently.

I went back to the house with my father again, and I hadn't started to put new rice paper on him. I saw my father go straight to my dresser and pick up a golden dagger from above.

That dagger is what I use for self-defense on weekdays.

"Daddy," I murmured, not knowing what my father wanted.

I saw my father look up and smile at me, and changed a piece of rice paper by himself: Qing'er, Daddy has something to hand over to you. This is the treasure of our Murong family, you have to take care of it. If you are not completely sure, remember not to touch it lightly.

Without waiting for me to react, my father pulled out the dagger.

Then, he slowly bent down and pulled up his trouser legs.

I glanced at it, and oh my God, my father's left calf was much fatter than it had been many years ago. On the belly of the leg, there is a long scar. The scar was firmly sealed, for after some time, the needle and thread had long since sunk into the flesh.

"Daddy, this is" When did you get hurt, you didn't say anything like this in this leg before.

However, I did not lose my voice. I saw my father raise and fall with a knife, and he actually used the sharp dagger to cut his leg and abdomen. Then, slowly sink the dagger into the belly of the leg, cut it one by one, and force it over and over again.

Blood flowed freely wherever the tip of the knife went.

The father bit his lip in pain and let out a muffled "uh-huh"

"Daddy" I was shocked and hurriedly wanted to step forward. But my father raised his palm and motioned for me not to come near.

I watched as my father's legs and abdomen were flesh open, revealing white bones. For a while, he stayed where he was, not daring to act rashly.

Father, he is still as ruthless as ever

I held my nose and mouth, trying not to make any noise. It's as if the slightest increase in my breathing will increase my father's pain.

The whole room was surprisingly quiet.

Except for the "hissing" sound of my father cutting through the flesh with a dagger, I couldn't hear the slightest sound.

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