The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1184 The city is here, I am; the city is dead, I am dead

And Leng Wuchen, hearing his old father's words, was slightly stagnant, and the next moment his eyes widened and he looked at Leng Aoran stubbornly, "Father, don't try to use this excuse to send me away. I will leave, how could I leave you to live alone, none of our Leng family escaped."

Seeing Leng Wuchen's determined face, Leng Aoran was slightly stunned, the next moment, his face darkened, he directly raised his hand, and slapped Leng Wuchen on the back of the head.

Leng Wuchen was unprepared, and was staggered by his old father's slap, and almost fell directly from the tower.

He hurriedly stabilized his footsteps with luck, and looked at his old father in a daze. He didn't understand why the old father beat him, but soon he had a look of sudden understanding, "Father, even if you beat me to death today, I will die." I won't leave, I will die together.

As he spoke, he patted his chest, which made a bang bang sound. He looked at this cold and proud, his eyes were full of determination to die.

Leng haughtily gritted his teeth. He knew that his son was not very bright-minded, but he felt a little outrageous when he was not so bright-minded. Which one of the Leng family was not smart? Why did he have it? With such a stupid son, he wondered if he had the wrong baby with the Si family back then.

Leng Wuchen's eyes were serious, and the joyful expression on his face before became serious at this moment, "Father, don't look at me with such eyes, I said I will not leave, today, the city is here , I am Leng Wuchen, the city is dead, I am Leng Wuchen.”

"You..." Leng Aofeng, who was already holding his breath in his chest, became even angrier after hearing Leng Wuchen's words.

In normal times, he might still feel that this kid finally has a positive form, but now, at this moment, he just wants to slap this brat and feed him to the monster.

However, in order to prevent the old man from beating him with a mallet from behind, he still pushed down this dangerous idea.

He took a deep breath, told himself not to be angry, took another breath, told himself not to be angry, and finally calmed down a little bit, Leng Aoran was about to say something, when Leng Wuchen said again: "Father, what is this?" Aren't we all going to die? Well, I've been keeping some things from you, not because I don't want to tell you, but because I'm afraid you'll beat me to death if I tell you, but it doesn't matter now. "

Leng Wuchen pursed his lips, and his posture was a bit awkward.

It's just that if this awkward posture is changed to a girl, it can be seen, but if a boy does it, it will be very eye-catching.

The corners of Leng Aoran's eyes twitched, brat, after this time, he must train him well, look at this awkward posture, if he puts on a long skirt again, he will be a proper girl.

But at this time, he was also very curious, what is this kid hiding from him, so he asked, "What are you hiding from me?"

"Ahem, that." Leng Wuchen coughed, his tone was hesitant, but in the end he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

"That grandpa's Qihua calligraphy was me, uh, because I was greedy for fun, I stole it out to show off, but I accidentally broke it, so I secretly put the broken Qihua calligraphy in yours." The calligraphy in the study was secretly replaced with yours."

"I thought Grandpa wouldn't say anything if he couldn't find it, but I didn't expect Grandpa to be so angry and beat you up without saying anything. I wanted to stand up, but Grandpa is too fierce."

Leng Wuchen's tone at the end was a little weak, maybe because he had the courage to say the beginning, and then he said the rest very slippery.

"There is also the pot of old wine that my grandpa has preserved for hundreds of years. I was so curious that I dug it out, but I was too young to handle it at that time. When I just picked it up, it fell to the ground directly. It was broken, um, I was a little afraid of grandpa at that time, my small body would definitely not be able to withstand the pumping of grandpa, so I had no choice but to make a bad move and pour the wine that was not spilled into your usual flagon inside, and then let you suffer another hammer from grandpa."

(End of this chapter)