Suddenly hearing this familiar and unfamiliar word, Xiao Xiongqiang's body trembled, this word has been lingering in his heart for a long, long time, his feelings about his father are very complicated, he wants to see his father, to see if his father is majestic or kind to him, but he hates his father, hates why he doesn't want himself when he comes out in his life.

He had never heard his mother take the initiative to mention his father, this was the first time, and he didn't know why his mother would suddenly mention it at this time.

The reason why Xia Furong mentioned it was because she had offended He Chong, this He Chong was polite on the surface, but he was a well-dressed beast with gold and jade, since He Chong had already released cruel words when he left, then he would definitely not let go of their mother and son.

Xiong Qiang has never seen his father since he was born, which is a very pitiful thing. Every time Xiong Qiang looked at himself with expectant eyes and asked his father, although Xia Furong pretended to be indifferent, her heart was dripping blood, how much she wanted to tell Xiong Qiang about his father, but even she didn't know much about his father.

Even sometimes, she would keep asking herself why she fell in love with such an irresponsible man. She also hated that man, but in the end, she inexplicably turned into a wisp of tenderness and became an eternal pain in her heart.

Xia Furong was silent, but took out a brocade handkerchief from her arms, which had a huge peony painted on it, and the word "Xiong Qiang" embroidered with gold thread underneath.

Looking at this piece of brocade, Xia Furong's eyes flashed with tenderness, she seemed to recall something, and said quietly: "Your father is very handsome and tall. Sometimes he is very domineering and cold, sometimes he is very considerate and gentle, he is a very complex and charming person, he always has a smile on the corner of his mouth, this smile is very charming, like the rising sun, it will never set.

This brocade is the only token that your father left to our mother and son, and the night he left, he left this brocade par at the head of my bed.

"Where the hell did my dad go, why did he leave us behind?" Xiong Qiang finished speaking, coughing heavily twice, and his face became flushed.

Xia Furong did not answer Xiong Qiang's question directly, but was immersed in her thoughts, and continued to say slowly: "Your father is a very delicate person, this Fang Jinpa is embroidered by him, I snuggled up to him, watching him sketch out one stitch and one thread, when he embroidered, his expression was focused, that kind of scene made me feel very relieved, I remember, when he was embroidering this hibiscus picture, he told me a story, told the story of his learning embroidery.

While embroidering, he told me with a smile that his wife had taught him embroidery. He also told me that he used to be a heinous man, he had killed many people, his hands were stained with a lot of blood, and he used to have a very short temper and a lot of murderous intent.

But since he learned embroidery with his wife, he feels that his personality has changed a lot, and he says that the greatest benefit of embroidery for him is that his heart can become calm with the slow outline of this stitch and thread.

At that time, I was just a young girl who was just beginning to fall in love, and I couldn't extricate myself from it, so I didn't care that he had a family, I just wanted to snuggle up to him quietly, watching his expression focus every day, and watching the smile between his eyebrows that made me intoxicated when he looked at me.

He told me that this hibiscus flower was the second time he really devoted his heart and soul to embroidering, and the first one, he embroidered a peony, and that one he gave to his wife. I asked him, is his wife pretty? And he laughed and said, pretty, and very similar to me!

At that time, I just smiled faintly and didn't care, at that time, I felt that as long as I could stay with him, it would be the greatest happiness in my life. And I once thought that he could always accompany me like this, walking quietly until I grew old together, until the earth was desolate. ”

Until one day, I found out that he was gone, and he said goodbye. All I could see was the delicate hibiscus brocade and a letter.

In the letter, he told me that the wife he spoke of was really like me, and that if it were not, he would not have had sex with me by mistaking me for his wife after being drunk that day. In the letter, he told me that he was going to an appointment, but he did not say what appointment.

But after that time, he never came back, and I don't know what the hell was that agreement, to let him leave me and you. ”

"Could it be...... Could it be that Dad is dead?" said Xiongqiang.

"No...... Your father's martial arts are so strong that he will never be easily killed. Xia Furong shook her head and said.

In his opinion, maybe his father has indeed been killed, otherwise, as his mother said, if his father really loves his mother, why would he never come back.

However, now, Xiong Qiang feels more clear, he has traveled in the rivers and lakes, and he has heard a lot of famous people in the rivers and lakes, if this swordsman is really as powerful as his mother said, then this swordsman named Xiong Fei, it is impossible for him not to hear it.

"Maybe my mother loves my father so much that she blindly overestimates my father's strength, not to mention that my mother is a person who doesn't know martial arts. Xiong Qiang thought so.

When Xiong Qiang recalled the next story, there were tears in his eyes, hatred, and a cold killing intent on his body. These two names were branded by him with monstrous rage.

His body trembled violently, the fire of anger in his eyes was almost substantial, and his clenched fists made a "gurgling" sound between his knuckles.

He remembered that He Chong grabbed him and grabbed his throat with one hand, so that he suffocated and rolled his eyes. He remembered that her mother knelt in front of him, gritting her silver teeth, shedding tears, holding a pair of female red scissors in her hand, against her neck, which had pierced her throat at that time, oozing Yin Yin's bright red. But in the face of He Chong's persecution, he could only choose to endure humiliation.

"Aren't you Qinggao? Aren't you going to be a maiden? Today I want to see if your chastity is important, or is your son's life important?" He Chong's face was still ugly, how harsh his voice sounded to Xiong Qiang at that time, but he couldn't do anything about all this, and his mother Xia Furong couldn't do anything about it.

"Let go of him, you let go of him, I'...... I'll leave it to you!" That sentence was said by Xia Furong through gritted teeth. Maybe at that time, her heart was dripping blood!

"Hahahaha! Leng Beauty, it turns out that your heart is not so cold, at least you still have affection for your son, hahahaha! If you can serve Lord Wu well, I will let your son go. ”

Xia Furong's face was pale, but when she saw that her eyes were rolling under He Chong's hands, and she was almost exhausted, she could only agree humiliatingly.

Xiong Qiang can't remember what happened later, he only knows that the last time he saw his mother, it was in a gloomy cell, which was dark and damp, and smelly, and he saw that his mother's clothes were uncovered, her face was pale, and there was blood flowing out of her lower body.

His mother was no longer a holy fairy, and her face was more terrifying than a ghost.

At that time, the mother was already angry.

"Feifei, mother...... It's finally waiting for you, good ...... Survive!...... Mother is leaving!"

In the end, Xiong Qiang heard the last words his mother told him, if he didn't want to see his son again, maybe Xia Furong would never hang this last trace of wandering spirit and stubbornly persist until that moment.

The picture of the memory stopped here, at this time Xiong Qiang's face was extremely flushed, his breathing was turbid, his body trembled more and more violently, and suddenly, he stood up suddenly, looked up at Changtian, clenched his fists, and let out a long roar!

"Ah......h

The voice was hysterical, as if the entire tiger-shaped mountain seemed to tremble slightly in this monstrous resentment.

His eyes were no longer so clear, as if there were two raging flames burning, they were angry flames.