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.

I don't know exactly how long it was, but in short, it's a long time to describe.

It's like a ten, twenty, or even a long life. The father finally opened his calf completely, and the opening was big enough to accommodate a fist.

However, even if this is the beginning, it is only the beginning.

Father did not intend to stop his cruelty to himself, but continued to use the dagger, churning back and forth in the flesh and blood.

The action was neither big nor small, but very careful. It's like looking for something, to lift this layer of flesh, and if not, then change to another layer.

I watched as my father's sweat dripped down and soaked his clothes. However, he had no intention of stopping. The smell of sweat mixed with blood scared me.

Even though I had watched Yunzi rip off the jade face and ordered a dish made of hibiscus human flesh, I had never felt such a sense of fear.

But in the face of my father's stubborn and ruthless father on the other side, my heart became more and more afraid.

"Daddy Stop"

When a skinny and sallow-faced person gradually turns pale as paper. That kind of powerless frustration, how can words express it, not to mention, this person is my father.

I finally couldn't help it anymore, even if I was unfilial in his eyes, I still stepped forward and grabbed his hand, "Daddy, I beg you, please stop." ”

I held my father's hand, but I didn't dare to use it. I'm afraid that as long as I exert myself, my father will hurt me even more, "Daddy, Qing'er is afraid, Daddy." ”

My father smiled at me with a pale face, but chose to shake his head.

So, I knelt beside my father with my seven-month-old belly. My hand was over his, following his movements, slowly, slowly exploring his flesh.

Time seemed to stand still, my eyes were a little blurry, and my ears were ringing a little.

I thought that if I continued like this, I would not be able to hold it out, and I would fall before my father.

At this moment, my father suddenly stopped the movement of his hand and looked up at me in surprise.

I raised my face in a trance, and then looked down.

I saw my father drop the dagger and replace it with his fingers. Two fingers, picking and picking, picking and picking, finally pulled out a small ball of blood red from the flesh.

I can't imagine how much my father hurts, all I know is that when I listen to the "hiss" sound, goosebumps all over my body are throbbing with excitement.

"Daddy, what is this," I asked, trembling.

My father didn't answer me, but cautiously put the red in my hands. Then, with all his strength, he wrote: This is something that the Murong clan has guarded for generations, and you swear, you can't let anyone take it. Whether it is the emperor or Murong Yichen

I looked down at what I was holding. A bright red mass, emitting a foul smell like a dead corpse.

And the most distressing thing is that there is still his father's flesh and blood on the top.

I couldn't bear to make my father sad, so I cried and said, "I swear, as long as I live, this thing will not fall into the hands of others, whether it is Qingcang or Murong Yichen, I will never let them know about the existence of this thing." ”

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