Fast Travel Villain: Sanctioning the Son of Luck

Chapter 297

.Looking at Xing Mo, who was obediently puffing his cheeks and eating grapes, Xing Wu rarely showed a suspicious expression of life.

This is an illusion, it's an illusion, it's just an illusion, there's no way she can be so cruel!

He tried his best to deceive his brain, everything he saw was just an illusion, his daughter was actually...still weak, pitiful and helpless.

But the tragic situation of the three sons and the screams lingering in his ears, his brain can't think that these are just hallucinations.

To be put down by the soft and sweet girl, these stinky boys have become more and more incompetent recently, and they fell down so quickly, what if the girl feels that she is just being teased and gets angry?
Xing Wu is still deceiving himself and others. His son who has been practicing martial arts for several years and has achieved a little success is indeed defeated by his precious daughter who is only three or four years old and has never practiced martial arts. But it is definitely not her delicate and soft daughter. The problem is that those bastards are too weak!
After thinking about it, Xing Wu definitely shouldered a responsibility as a father - to make his daughter happy!
He squatted down and tried to keep eye level with Xing Mo, and then said kindly and gently: "My dear girl, those brothers of yours are so useless, just don't worry about them."

Xing Mo nodded, expressing deep sympathy.

Xing Wu patted his chest, and said proudly: "Don't care about them, father will continue to fight with you!"

Xing Mo took one step back as if nothing had happened, two steps, three steps...

Xing Wu was stunned for a moment, and asked in bewilderment: "My dear girl, why are you running so far?"

Xing Mo poked his head behind the pillar, and said expressionlessly: "I'm afraid that you are getting old, and if you get hurt and your muscles and bones are injured, you won't heal as quickly as your elder brothers and the others."

With a sound of "噗味", the sound of his daughter's old age, Xing Wu felt that his glass heart was about to shatter.

He supported his father's stalwart posture and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just a small fight with my daughter, why can't my father bear this kind of small fight?"

Xing Mo took a step forward, but still had some doubts: "Are you sure?"

Xing Wu nodded confidently, "Of course."

After a while—

Xing Mo loosened his muscles that hadn't moved at all, and walked down with an unpleasant aura all over his body.

Why... why did it become like this...

She had a sudden attack of the second stroke, looking at her bloody hands and lamenting the misfortune of life.

Obviously, he has already used gentle strength comparable to treating ants, but why can't he hold on for half a stick of incense...

Tsk, at certain special times, I still somewhat miss that world.

After all, people in that world are very... resistant to beating.

And as long as it doesn't hurt the primordial spirit, even if it's cracked, it's still a human shape.

But in this world, a large group of people around her are fragile people, not to mention, people who are related to the Lord and she is too lazy to move.

So... why is life so lonely?
When will she be able to let go of her hands and feet and do a big job?

Xing Mo prayed so devoutly.

However, she forgot a crucial event. Even though she had tried her best to restrain herself, the powerful unscientific strength she displayed now still caused quite a commotion.

Of course, this restlessness is limited to the family of the Xing family whose daughter accuses the younger sister and is hopelessly accused.

(End of this chapter)