This thing about me becoming a girl

She turned around slowly, and squatted in front of her father who collapsed powerlessly.

Obviously her father was always extremely powerful in her heart before, but now he fell in front of her in such a mess.

Long Dounan of Yanxiu Temple had a hideous face and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything because of the convulsion caused by the stun gun.

There was tenderness in her eyes.

From the moment she saw her father, plus the objects that Miss Bei Dao handed her, Kishuji Izuru knew exactly what her father was going to do.

After all, how could she not know her father?

My own father was such a person.

She looked at Long Dounan of the Xixiu Temple, even though his face was ugly and hideous at the moment, but she still looked deeply, as if she wanted to remember every detail carefully.

Finally, she got up.

"Forgive my selfishness, Father."

She smiled, but shed tears again, and then walked out of the attic.

On the other hand, Long Dounan, who was on the ground, moved his body vigorously, tears couldn't stop flowing, watching his daughter's back getting farther and farther away, he roared hoarsely, his face was already covered with scars.

"Ah... ah!!"

Jishuji Yizuru left the villa and walked to Kitajima Ya who was sitting on the bench.

At this time, Bai Xue had already covered Bei Dao Ya's hair, as if she also had something to worry about, and she also had something to think about, so she sat here for a long time.

"Do you regret it? Come here."

she asked.

Hearing this, Yanxiusi Yihe shook his head.

Immediately, she knelt down, knelt down on the icy snow, lowered her forehead, lowered her head lowly, abandoned any dignity, and lowered herself humblely.

"Miss Bei Dao... I beg you... Please take my father out of Tokyo, far away, where no one can find him, where he will never come back."

Bei Daoya looked at the girl kneeling in front of him, without dignity.

That's right, how could he live in peace and stability until now with the identity of the Dragon Dou Nan of Xixiu Temple.

For the safety of her father, the daughter is willing to face a cruel future.

But the father was desperate, and after having no other way, he would rather kill his own daughter and then commit suicide, rather than see such a situation happen.

"Please...I can do anything..."

It is the forehead clinging to the snow, the tears flowing on the snow,

is begging.

663. Unprecedented Confusion

The snow is icy cold, but what is even more severe is the wind blowing, because it rolled up the drifting snowflakes, which lingered for a long time, lingering for a long time, surrounding the people on the ground, as if making her body lose the warmth.

On the bench used as a rest, North Island Crow sat quietly, her hair was covered with white snowflakes, as if she had been sitting here for a long time.

Her eyes are as calm as water.

In front of him, there was the Yixiu Temple Crane kneeling on the icy snow, his shoulders trembling faintly.

Echoing with the sound of the wind and snow was her begging.

Bei Daoya looked at her kneeling, extremely humble appearance, his eyes were still calm.

Ever since Long Dounan of Yanxiu Temple said that he wanted to see Yihe of Yanxiu Temple, Bei Daoya had already guessed what he was going to do.

Just like what Bei Daoya was wondering about before, why did Yishuji Yizuru know that her future might be quite miserable, but she still accepted it calmly, and didn't even have any thoughts of resistance.

She accepted it with ease.

This is irrational and contradictory.

Bei Daoya was a little skeptical at first, but later he gradually understood when he learned that Long Dounan, the concubine, would be able to leave Tokyo tomorrow morning, but he kept procrastinating.

Dedicated to... the so-called family affection?

Simplify the complexity and save unnecessary details in the process. To put it simply, Yushuji Yizuru traded his own destiny and freedom for the life and safety of Yuxiuji Longdounan.

After all, the only last straw for the Tiansi faction is Yuxiuji Yizuru, so no matter what, they must completely grasp her and control her in their hands.

And where to grasp it, and how to control it?Maybe he can control her words and deeds temporarily, but maybe forever?

In other words, is it really possible for them to be able to control the Yizuru of Jixiu Temple?

After all, Yanxiusi Yihe has a heavenly card in her hand, that is herself, she herself, the Tiansi faction needs her extremely.

For example, she can threaten the Tiansi faction with her own life at any time, but can the Tiansi faction afford it?I can't afford it, because once the Yihe of Yanxiu Temple dies, there will be no successors for that day's secretary, and he can only fend for himself.

Therefore, the Tiansi faction must put an end to this situation, after all, what they want is a Tiansi who is obedient.

And the best way is to have the handle to make her only obedient, so as to achieve control.

Then the result is obvious.

The Long Dou Nan of Yanxiu Temple is such a means of control.

In fact, thinking about it now, after the meeting between the three families, the fact that Long Dounan of the Xixiu Temple was able to escape by feigning death is simply unrealistic.

Since you want him to never appear in public with his former face, wouldn't it be better to just kill him?

It was just because at that time, it was impossible for Long Dounan of Yanxiu Temple to continue to become a Tiansi, and the faction of Tiansi could only choose another person, and this person was Yihe of Yanxiu Temple.

So in the end, they ruined the face of Yanxiu Temple Longdounan, deprived him of his identity, and after setting him free, they used this to control Yanxiusi Yihe.

As for why Long Dou Nan of Yanxiu Temple was not imprisoned, it may be that Yihe of Yanxiu Temple forced him to die, or it may be some other reason.

In short, only a living Yanxiu Temple Longdounan is the means to control Yanxiusi Yihe.

Did he choose to fall into the quagmire so that his father could lead a bright life?

As for Ryutoo Kanshuji, even though he could, he never left Tokyo.

He knew it, knew that it was because of himself that Yihe was willing to become that Tiansi.

So for the past year, he has been running around, trying everything, pretending to be a wanderer, bowing his head to juniors like Bei Dao Ya, and humbly asking for help, just to save his daughter.

And when he was desperate, he was also rejected by Beidaoya. After thinking that there was no chance, he would rather kill his daughter with his own hands, and he did not want his daughter to suffer such a cruel future because of him.

Maybe someone else might not be able to do it, but Long Dou Nan of Xixiu Temple is indeed a person who would do such a thing. He would rather kill the killer decisively than his daughter to suffer because of him being alive.

This pair of father and daughter may have never had a heart...but they are both selfish, doing the cruelest things to themselves.

On the bench, the North Island Crow was silent.

And Yuxiuji Yihe, who was kneeling in the snow, was still begging.

"Please...Miss Kitajima, I will do whatever I want, just please get my father out of Tokyo...please."

She said this with a trembling voice, she didn't raise her head, and she didn't dare to raise her head, maybe she was worried that others would see her fragmented face.

Hearing this, Bei Dao Ya's eyes were dull.

"Maybe your father will commit suicide? After all, he knows that you did this for him, so if he ends his own life, you naturally have no reason to do so."

Jixiusi Yihe bowed his head even lower, and said in a slight tone.

"He won't... because I told him that if he loses his life in a hurry, then I will go on like this forever, forever... I will do it."

After finishing speaking, she moved a few steps forward on her knees and came to the North Island Crow, resting her forehead on the North Island Crow's feet.

"No matter what I do, no matter what it is, just promise me..."

Her posture was extremely humble, like a begging dog.

On the bench, the light from the street lamp above her head fell in a straight line, and when it illuminated countless flying snowflakes, it also fell on Bei Daoya's body. The color difference of the light seemed to cast a shadow on her face , calm, and can't see its emotions.

She couldn't help but think of the question Nakai Xing asked her before.

That's right, I already knew this was the result, so why did I do it so extravagantly?

Do you want to see the ugliness of Yushuji Izuru?

Or do you want Long Dou Nan of Yanxiu Temple to completely despair and listen to his own words honestly?

In fact, there was no need for this meeting... It just tore open the extremely painful scars of these two people.

The North Island crow is also somewhat inexplicable.

It's just that when she looked at the girl kneeling on the ground at her feet, she seemed to have some enlightenment.

Or maybe.. trying to give them some hope?

After all, if there was no meeting like this, and Ryutoo Yuji had left Tokyo directly, then maybe he would have stagnated, not knowing what else he could do, lost his goal, lost his mind, and probably died.

Although this meeting only deepened his despair, at least he will survive, because the pain of hating his incompetence will torture him all the time, making him unable to give up.

Yanxiuji Longdounan is such a person, he can't lose his goal, only pain will deepen his obsession, he can't take chances, he must know that he is dead, and Yanxiuji Yizuru will always live like this.

And this meeting between the two, in addition to the pain, will also make the two of them more determined.

Perhaps what Bei Dao Crow wants to give is such a cruel and hopeless hope.

Alive... At least there is a chance to meet again.

Under the street lamp, the Beidao Crow sitting on a bench, and the Yixiusi Crane kneeling in the snow.

For some reason, Bei Dao Ya was very abrupt, feeling a sense of bewilderment that he had never felt before.

It's like the kind of daze that suddenly starts to question itself.

At this time, in the attic of the villa, Long Dou Nan of Xixiu Temple gradually recovered his ability to control his body.

He was sobbing, yes, even Long Dounan, the concubine who had never cried when he killed his relatives, was sobbing in embarrassment at this time.

He was on the floor, like a red shrimp with a bowed back.

Slowly, the whimpering became louder and louder, and finally broke down and cried uncontrollably.

He banged his head on the floor hard, and there was a dull thud with each blow.

He covered his face, bleeding from his forehead, crying and roaring in embarrassment and collapse, coupled with his already disfigured face, he looked extraordinarily ferocious and ugly, like a desperate beast.

His last resort... also failed.