shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 20 The Story Daddy Tells Is So Boring

It was bedtime.

Bai Zhi'er was lying in the soft and warm brocade quilt.

The earth dragon was burning so intensely that no matter how cold the wind was blowing outside, it couldn't blow the little person like jade.

Bai Xilie was sitting by the bed.

He was about to tell a story to put his daughter to bed.

For this story, he specially compiled it in his mind for a long time today.

It is confirmed that it can be heard by the children, and it will not scare the baby girl.

Bai Zhi'er blinked his big eyes, listening to his father's low and magnetic voice.

"A long time ago, there were two little rabbits who lived in the same tree hole. One day, it rained heavily and destroyed their home. They..."

When Bai Xilie said this, he saw Bai Zhi'er's dark round grape eyes, staring at him without blinking.

On that puffy little face, it seems that the word boring is written.

Bai Xilie paused, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you not like the stories Daddy told?"

"Daddy, it is said in the heavenly book that rabbits don't live in tree holes. This is a word to coax children. They prefer to live in holes in the ground."

Bai Xilie coughed lightly: "Really?"

Bai Zhi'er nodded, and said in a childlike voice: "Besides, this is the type that only one-year-old babies listen to. I don't want to listen to it."

"Others, like?"

"For example, the dangers that Dad encountered when he fought in all directions, or what method did Dad use to knock down the villains in twos and twos."

When the little guy said this, his grape eyes curled up like crescent moons: "Mother said that Daddy's martial arts are very good. He will stun anyone who stares at him, and falls when he hits him!"

As he spoke, Bai Zhi'er tried his best to round his spiritual eyes, trying to imitate Bai Xilie's angry appearance in his imagination.

Bai Xilie couldn't help laughing out loud.

He stroked his daughter's soft black hair.

"Father was just a farmer farming in the mountains at the beginning. Your deceased grandfather was once famous in the Jianghu. Later, he got married and had children, and retired to the countryside."

"Back then, he had to pass on his own skills, saying that the world was too chaotic, and martial arts was only for self-defense. So, father was forced to practice martial arts when he was young."

"When you decided to revolt for the first time, your father had nothing but your mother to accompany you. But the emperor of the previous dynasty was stupid, and the courtiers were in power. The common people had no time to live on. How can anyone accompany your father in the uprising?"

"Later, your mother said that there was a group of bandits gathered on a hill nearby. There were more than 100 people. Although the gangsters in the rivers and lakes are despicable, they pay attention to whoever listens to whom."

"So, after listening to your mother's suggestion, my father took a long stick and attacked the village at night, whoever came to beat whoever, until about a hundred people prostrated themselves on the ground and called me the master."

Bai Zhi'er really listened more seriously.

She hurriedly asked softly: "But are they really convinced?"

"Of course not." Bai Xilie's broad palm slowly stroked his daughter's little head, his eyes were full of fatherly love.

"Some people are just dormant, and staying around is an unknown danger. Then finding out these people with different intentions became the most important thing at that time."

"So, Dad came up with a set of management strategies. Loyal people are promoted secretly, and despicable people are clearly punished."

"Soon, those disobedient people no longer wanted to obey father's orders, and they lobbied for rebellion in the village, but were rejected by those loyal people one by one, and were even exposed in front of father."

In this way, Bai Xilie killed those who had different intentions, and then completely controlled a group of people who obeyed him.

Of course, he didn't say how he killed the person, so as not to scare his good daughter.

But that was also the first time he felt the charm of playing tricks.

Even if it's just a simple attempt.

When Bai Xilie looked down again, he found that Bai Zhi'er had fallen asleep with her little hands on the quilt.

The long eyeshadows fell on the white porcelain skin, making the facial features of the little man particularly delicate.

(End of this chapter)