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Seventy-Two

It’s a showdown, the table is over.

Gui Die said everything she wanted to say, Daoming. There is nothing to regret.

She felt very happy, and even looked at her father no longer with so much respect and fear.

She really thought that her father had put a lot of effort into maintaining the family, but, but…

but!

No matter what the reason is, you shouldn’t maintain it at the expense of your daughter’s lifelong happiness!

The family is used to protect the family! Instead of extracting the value of the family’s flesh and blood, this is shameful putting the cart before the horse!

When you are wrong, there is no need for me to continue to obey unconditionally.

Even if you are the head of the family, even if you are the father…!

“Please get out of the way!”

She took a step forward, growling like a lioness.

If he hadn’t witnessed it with his own eyes, Xuan Ma would never have imagined seeing his daughter in such a gesture in his life.

The daughter who has been submissive for more than ten years is not at all like her mother, not like the beloved wife who fascinated him.Now, she finally tore off the disguise of being a good girl, and dared to show her fangs in front of the head of the family.

This made him feel gratified as a father, but also made him sleepless and sad.

Xuan Ma’s mind was spinning a thousand times, and the next moment his face changed suddenly, and he said angrily: “You think you can get out! Stop her!”

The family’s bodyguards and employees of the private security company all approached, forming a thick human wall.

“Miss, I’ve offended you!” the man in sunglasses gritted his teeth.

He wanted to let go, but if he offended the Patriarch, he would be expelled.

“I knew it would happen a long time ago.”

Gui Die is not surprised at all. Her father is not such a persuasive person. Instead of slowly convincing him, it is better to prove it with facts.

She was already mentally prepared.

Time, 11:40… Ten minutes have passed, but it is a bit long.

“I shouldn’t waste too much time here.” She said softly, and immediately asked someone around, “What floor is this?”

“Uh, the second floor.” The waiter replied subconsciously.

“thanks.”

Gui Die looked back and smiled, thanking her. This smile made the girl with pimples blush, and the next moment she snatched the plate from the waiter’s hand. one end.

Xuan Ma scolded: “Stop her! She wants to jump out of the window!”

A wall of people came from behind, but this group of muscular men couldn’t give full play to their numerical advantage in the slightly congested corridors, and couldn’t catch up with her speed.

Gui Die threw the heavy object in her hand and hit it on the window of the hotel. With a bang, the painted glass shattered and the window opened.

With a light leap, she used Bai Wugou’s spacious and thick sleeves as a cover, bumped into the window, and jumped.

The others stopped a few steps in front of the window, looking at the vigorous and free figure.

The swaying wind raised her long, white sleeves. The girl opened her arms, enjoying the wind blowing over her neck and through her sleeves. At this moment, she was free.

This moment of time was elongated. From a distance, it looked like a butterfly spreading its white and thin wings, breaking out of its cocoon into a butterfly, fluttering its wings under the blue sky.

She stepped on the lawn at a height of three meters, and it was easy to stand firmly on the ground.

Before leaving, she looked back and looked up.

The father by the window opened his mouth wordlessly, and then closed it again.

The girl raised the corners of her lips, rolled up her sleeves, and left quickly. She still had one big thing to do.

“Mr. Xuan Ma, do you want to chase?” a guard asked.

“Will it be useful to catch up? Bind them back for an engagement?” Xuan Ma waved his hands, his expression dark and incomprehensible: “Everyone go down, let me be alone for a while.”

The crowd dispersed.

Xuan Ma walked to the lounge and glanced at the white cotton cap that was thrown in front of the dressing table.

“Master Patriarch.” The only one who dared to approach was A Teng, the maid. She said nervously, “Please forgive Missy, she is…”

“Ah Teng.” Xuan Ma stared at his middle-aged self in the mirror, and asked softly, “The she just now, is she very similar to her mother?”

The maid nodded vigorously: “It’s very similar! It was carved out of a mold!”

“Okay!” Xuan Ma laughed loudly: “Okay!”

He laughed heartily, as if he had dispelled the intractable worries of more than ten years.

He turned his head and asked again: “This girl, she reacted so strongly to the engagement, and just said that she was going to meet someone. Do you know anything?”

A Teng shook his head. This is indeed unheard of. The eldest lady stays in her boudoir and has very little contact with men of the same age.

Xuan Ma sighed: “Women are not allowed to stay.”

…

Gui Die stopped in front of a familiar street and alley, and looked up at the shop. The Chinese characters Jialan were very conspicuous.

She resisted the familiar urge to pick up a roadside stone and throw it at the window, and pushed open the door.

“Welcome to…” There was a young waiter in the antique shop: “Hello, this is…”

The other party looked at Bai Wugou on her body, and thought to himself, did she come here to find the groom?

“I want this knife.” Gui Die pointed to the plain ancient knife in the window.

“This knife, this knife is amazing, it…”

“I know. It is six feet nine inches long and weighs twenty-four taels.”

“Ah, this…” The waiter rubbed his hands together: “This is an ancient knife produced by Jialantang. It has a survey certificate, so it’s not cheap.”

“Accept credit?” Gui Die showed her family crest: “You can go here to withdraw money later.”

The shop waiter took a look at the family pattern, and immediately nodded: “Of course, please sign it.”

Gui Die used her identity to buy the knife, she was satisfied, and was about to leave when she was stopped again.

“Please wait, this knife hasn’t been opened yet.” The waiter said, “You have to open it before you can use it.”

“Kaifeng?”

“Yes, the shape of this knife looks like an ancient knife, but it is not. Its forging process is actually made in Ming Dynasty, and the style is based on the knife in Yingzhou.” A yellow talisman wrapped around the handle of the knife.

This scene seems familiar.

But it wasn’t over yet. The waiter took out the oil bottle and daubed it on Zao’s knife. As if the rust had faded from the knife, the inscription hidden on the knife surfaced.

Pro! Soldiers! fight! By! all! Array! List! forward! OK!

——”Baopuzi·Inner