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C870

"Old fool, take this move of mine!"

As the sound of his voice faded, Chen Yu became a beam of light and pierced towards Ding Long!

However, with a casual wave of Elder Ding Long's hand, the stream of light exploded and turned into a rain of flowers filling the sky.

However, those streaks of colorful glazed light appeared in the sky, traversing the north, south, east and west.

Suddenly, Elder Ding Long felt as if he was in a dreamy world:

"Father... "Stop hitting me …" The young Dillon begged.

"… …." Who is your father? If I see you, I'll be angry, so scram! "I can't spend money to raise a piece of trash like you …"

Then there was the sound of a belt flapping and a terrible ghostly cry, so clear and terrible on this cold winter night that it made one's hair stand on end.

Following the direction of the sound, he saw a small mountain. There were a few acres of dry land at the foot of the mountain and a few grass huts surrounded by a sparse bamboo fence.

The intermittent roars and the miserable cries of children echoed throughout the entire hill along with the northwest wind from the thatched cottage.

Because the people here were as heartless as the northwest wind, Ren Dinglong cried so miserably. However, no one ever questioned him. In fact, no one even opened the window to peek out.

Therefore, the fierce-looking man was even more tyrannical. He kicked the kid until he rolled on the ground as if he was kicking a ball with that thick and muddy oil boot of his.

"Get lost! If you don't, I'll kill you!"

As he spoke, he picked up a wood chopping knife and took a step forward. Just as he was about to swing the knife down, a woman ran out and hugged the man's legs.

The woman was about thirty years old, and her figure was graceful and light. She had some beauty to her. She hugged the man's legs and cried,

"Spare him …" "If you hate him then just tell him to leave. Please don't kill him, I beg you to suppress the sea …"

This fierce man called Zhenhai was about forty years old, tall and big. He had a full beard, and as if he had lost his humanity, he roared and jumped wildly as he spoke.

"Tell him to go! Get the hell out of here right now … "If you don't leave now, I'll kill him …"

The woman looked up and cried, "Qian Zhenhai! I didn't expect to remarry to you... "You're so heartless. Even though he isn't your flesh and blood, but I'm his mother, you really have the heart to chase this child away. Pity that he's only seven years old, where can you tell him to go …"

At this point, the woman sobbed and sobbed: "The sky is so cold …" Pity that he doesn't even have a single relative other than my mother … Zhenhai, just spare him … "I won't make you angry for him in the future …" At this point, the woman could no longer cry.

After the man called Qian Zhenhai heard this, he didn't change his expression at all and shouted like a wild animal,

"Sun Xiang!" I'm telling you, I married you, but I didn't know that I would bring this along … Don't cry all day long. I, Qian Zhenhai, don't want to play this game. Why don't you just tell him not to leave! "If you can't bear to rush it, I'll make my move …"

At this point, Qian Zhenhai raised his head and glared at the child with thin clothes rolling on the ground. He bellowed, "... Are you going or not?! "If you don't leave now, I …"

He tried to free himself from the woman's hands, but she wouldn't let go.

Thus, Qian Zhenhai slapped the woman twice, causing blood to trickle down the corner of her mouth.

Dillon, by the wall, was no longer crying. He was staring at his mother like a fool, and at the man he had once heard his mother call his father.

At this moment, Ding Long was at most six or seven years old. On this cold winter night, he was only wearing a small jacket that was riddled with holes. His purplish red skin and blood stains …

Suddenly, the woman pounced on the child like a ghost and sobbed, "Long'er …" Run! Mother will take you with her... We are far from this savage... "Mother would be able to support you even if she asked for food …"

Hearing this, Ding Long wailed, "Mother …"

However, before he could throw himself into the woman's arms, a palm the size of a palm-leaf fan suddenly grabbed the woman's hair and fiercely swung her back.

He then kicked Ding Long, sending him flying far away. Following that, he cursed at the top of the slope:1

"You want to leave?! How could there be such a good thing! Master spent two hundred taels of silver, two hundred taels of silver... Bitch! Do you know? "

Then, he opened his bow and a palm as big as a palm-leaf fan blossomed on the woman's face like a storm.

It was unknown what kind of courage caused Ding Long to flip over from the ground. He ran to the back of the madman and grabbed onto the back of the black man with his claw-like little hands as he cried, "Let go of my mother! Let go of my mother … "I'll leave immediately …"

Hearing this, Qian Zhenhai suddenly sneered and turned around, shouting, "Alright!" "You go, if you leave, everything will be fine …"

However, the woman cried out, "Long'er …" You can't go! Mother only has a son like you … "

Unexpectedly, Ding Long no longer listened to his mother. He used his little hand, which was as swollen as a radish, to wipe away the tears flowing down his face. Then, he took a few steps back and sobbed.

"Mother …" I'm not leaving, he'll beat you to death … Mother! When I grow up, I'll definitely come and pick you up, and I'll kill him! "

He pointed at the man who was ten times stronger than him. The last sentence was actually spoken with a high pitch.

However, he still knew that the person in front of him was far more powerful than he himself was. Instinctively, he turned around and ran to the door.

Unexpectedly, Qian Zhenhai didn't chase him, nor did he hit his mother again. Instead, he raised his head and laughed crazily. He roared with laughter like a thunderclap.

"Good!" I'll just wait for you. Your mother, you can rest assured that one day when I'm here, she won't be able to leave. I can't bear to have her leave.

Then there was another round of wild laughter.

Immediately after, the woman cried out crazily, "Long'er …" You don't want your mother anymore?! "

Qian Zhenhai looked down again. The wind door was open and the child had already left, but his mother was still crying on the ground. Qian Zhenhai raised his leg proudly and kicked the door shut. He spread his thick eyebrows and laughed.

"Xiang'er …" Don't cry anymore, everything will be fine from now on, I won't hit you again, aiyo … Seeing you crying like this, it's true. "

He picked up the woman on the ground, rubbed her face with his bearded face, and went into another room.

The young maiden only cried … This tragic scene seemed to have come to an end for the time being.

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