Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

"Bastard, let go of my daughter—"

Qian Qiguang yelled in surprise, but it really shocked Han Daqin and his assistants present. He was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face livid.

The eyes of the two of them widened instantly, not even daring to take a breath.

Anger was churning in Qian Qiguang's chest, like a boiler with too much pressure was about to explode.His facial features were huddled together in a hideous manner, and he immediately rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.The moment his vein-ridden right hand was about to touch the middle-aged man, the man suddenly turned around, pale skin, scarlet eyes, sunken eye sockets and bridge of nose, red lips...

He sneered: "Another guy who is overreaching."

His confidence to be defiant comes from his experience of begging for mercy on the sorceress whom Song Zhixue (Qian Qiguang's old classmate) invited some time ago.

Qian Qi barefooted his feet for a moment, and took a step back like a conditioned reflex, with a hint of panic on his face: "You, you..."

Hearing the movement, the little girl followed the middle-aged man's line of sight. When she saw the person coming, her eyes lit up: "Dad, are you back from a business trip?"

Hearing this, Qian Qiguang had a sore nose and almost shed tears.

Fortunately, Qian Qiguang still remembered that there was business to do, he suppressed the soreness in his heart, and said anxiously: "Xiaowen, the guy around you is not a good person, you come to daddy, daddy will take you to the playground, okay?" good!"

"it is good!"

The little girl's attention was all on the words 'Daddy will take you to the playground'. She cheered and was about to walk towards Qian Qiguang when she was grabbed by the middle-aged man.

The little girl was in pain, she raised her head to look at the middle-aged man, pouted her lips, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Uncle, you hurt me."

The middle-aged man looked into her eyes, a faint light flashed in his eyes, and then said in a seductive tone: "Xiaowen, you misread, he is not your father, you forgot, your father is now abroad How could you appear here on a business trip!"

The little girl looked confused, and it took a while to recover. She said blankly, "Isn't it Dad?"

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Qian Qiguang, and the familiar face in her impression turned into a dirty old man with a scar across his face, spreading from the corner of his mouth to the ball of his right eye. Bloody.

"Ah—" the little girl screamed, and hid behind the middle-aged man, her voice was crying: "Uncle, I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, uncle will protect you." The middle-aged man looked at Qian Qiguang and smiled sullenly, with a proud expression on his face.

Qian Qiguang froze, and at this moment, Meng Zezhi's voice came from next to his ear: "Don't panic, call your daughter's name, don't stop."

Perhaps Meng Zezhi's voice was too calm, or he was anxious to rescue his daughter, Qian Qiguang calmed down instantly.

He looked at the little girl with a sincere expression: "Xiaowen, don't believe what he said, he is not a good guy, I am a father, Xiaowen..."

"Father?" The little girl blinked. It was indeed her father's voice. She cautiously poked her head out from behind the middle-aged man, and the person opposite turned back to a familiar face.

——This is her dream, and what she believes will come true.

"Xiaowen, he lied to you, he is not your father," the middle-aged man looked at her, "He is a demon who is good at changing his shape, and then tricking and eating children. If you don't believe me, just look at—"

As he spoke, he pointed in Qian Qiguang's direction, and the little girl followed him.

Sure enough, in the eyes of the little girl, Qian Qiguang turned into a nine-foot-tall demon with long horns, a ferocious face, and muscular development.

In this way, the little girl was even more afraid.

Qian Qiguang was burning with anxiety: "Xiaowen, how can I be a devil? I am your father. You forgot, I promised you that when I come back from a business trip, I will bring you a Barbie doll... Now I have a Barbie doll." I brought them back, there are still two sets, you can play with Xiaoli..."

Xiao Li is a good friend of the little girl.

"Really?" The little girl's focus instantly shifted to the Barbie doll. She poked her head out from behind the middle-aged man, and Qian Qiguang really returned to his normal appearance.

"Really, really." Qian Qiguang said hastily.

"Don't listen to him," the middle-aged man forcibly broke the little girl's face, making her look into his gloomy eyes...

In this way, Qian Qiguang argued and lied to the middle-aged man one by one, and repeated this several times. The little girl was completely confused. She wanted to find out whether Qian Qiguang was her father, but she didn't want to get more headaches the more she thought about it. With a pale face, holding his head, he couldn't help shouting: "Stop talking, I'm so uncomfortable, Dad, help me..."

Because of her emotional instability, even the entire space shook violently, and the passers-by were instantly annihilated, leaving only an empty playground.

"Xiaowen——" Seeing this scene, Qian Qiguang was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and could only keep his mouth shut.

The middle-aged man looked smug, he didn't have much ability, except for this psychedelic technique.

May I ask which parent in the world doesn't feel sorry for their child, and when they see their child suffering, they have to honestly surrender and let him manipulate them.

He thought back carefully, how did he deal with the old witch back then?

Like Qian Qiguang, the old witch managed to enter the little boy's dream.Since it is a little boy's dream, everything that happens in the dream is naturally under his control.After the little boy believed his words, under his instigation, he insisted on using the top ten torture methods of the Qing Dynasty on the old witch.

By the time they had had enough fun and let the old witch go, the spirit of the old witch had already weakened by three points.

He thought, it would be more interesting how to torture Qian Qiguang now.

Go up the mountain of knives, go down to the pan of oil?

Or pumping intestines, or making it into a human pig?

I see--

Meng Zezhi had a contest in his heart.

He cut Qian Qiguang's wrist with a knife, took a puppet holding a sword from Han Daqin, and placed it under the wound. After a while, the straw man was soaked in blood.

He placed the straw man on the white line connecting Qian Qiguang and the little girl's index finger, and said, "Mr. Qian, try again for the last time, hurry—"

Qian Qiguang looked hesitant. He naturally believed in Meng Zezhi in his heart, but his daughter seemed really uncomfortable...

"Mr. Qian, think about what will happen if Ling Qianjin falls into his hands?"

Qian Qiguang's face was livid, and he said to himself in his heart, try again, the last time.

"Xiaowen, I'm Dad. As long as you come to Dad, Dad promises that you will never leave you alone at home again." Speaking of this, Qian Qiguang couldn't help crying: "I will accompany you Playground, pick you up to and from school, attend your parent meeting, cook you nutritious dinner every day..."

"Really?" The little girl turned pale and looked up at Qian Qiguang.

"Really, really," Qian Qiguang said hastily: "If I can't do it, let me become a wooden horse, and Xiaowen can ride as she wants."

The little girl believed it, and then her chin was pinched by the middle-aged man: "Xiaowen..."

At this moment, I heard a cold shout: "Mr. Qian, throw out the things in your hand."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Qiguang's palms swelled up, and he subconsciously threw out the things that appeared in his hands.

The moment the puppet was released, only a golden light flashed, and a guard in golden armor appeared in Qian Qiguang's vision.

Immediately afterwards, the spear in his hand stabbed in the direction of the middle-aged man.

The moment the middle-aged man was about to meet the little girl's eyes, a sharp knife lay before his eyes.

"What?" The middle-aged man froze for a moment.

In the next second, the golden armored guard flipped his wrist, and the tip of the gun was directed at the middle-aged man.

"what--"

The middle-aged man who couldn't react was directly cut in the eyes by the gun blade, and flew out backwards.

Qian Qiguang took the opportunity to go up, hugged the little girl, and retreated far away.

Without hesitation, the golden armored guard flew towards the middle-aged man.

When had a middle-aged man seen such a battle, he was pierced by a spear when he couldn't catch it.

"Ah..." The middle-aged man wailed in pain, his nose was covered with blood and tears, as if he had grasped some life-saving straw, he shouted: "Xiaowen, save me, uncle, I'm about to die!"

The little girl subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man, and then faced a ferocious face blurred with blood and tears.

"Ah—" she screamed and buried her head in Qian Qiguang's arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad is here!" Qian Qiguang turned his body and turned his back to the middle-aged man, preventing the little girl from looking at him.

The golden armored guard stepped on the middle-aged man's chest and with a stabbing sound, he pulled the spear out of the middle-aged man's stomach.

"Ah!" After a scream, the middle-aged man was incoherent and pleaded bitterly: "Xiaowen, save uncle, you forgot that uncle played with you for so many days, you said that uncle is your good friend ..."

Hearing this, the little girl's heart skipped a beat, and an iron wall completely protected the middle-aged man.

Seeing this scene, Qian Qiguang became anxious, and said repeatedly: "Xiaowen, didn't you say that the school will organize an autumn outing in two days, dad will go with you, okay?"

The little girl's attention was indeed attracted by Qian Qiguang's words: "Okay."

"The teacher said what to prepare?" Qian Qiguang asked again.

The little girl wrenched her fingers: "Kettle, paper towels..."

Before the middle-aged man heaved a sigh of relief, the next moment, after the piercing metallic sound, the gun blade pierced through the iron wall and stuck to his neck impartially.

He shouted for help: "Xiaowen, Xiaowen—"

"...and jelly, potato chips, cola..." the little girl said slyly.

"Okay, okay," Qian Qiguang agreed, "Papa will take you to the supermarket later, okay?"

"Okay." The little girl cheered happily.

The gun blade slowly left the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man looked desperate, knowing that he could not count on the little girl, he panicked: "No, you can't kill me, I have never harmed anyone, if you kill me, you will definitely be punished by God..."

There was another ear-piercing metallic sound, and the spear pierced down without hesitation with the momentum of thunder.

The middle-aged man had an unbelievable expression on his face, his mouth was opened wide, and his body was reduced to ashes bit by bit.

How could this be?

He thought in a daze.

This is completely different from what he imagined.

If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have coveted the offering that Song Zhixue promised, and changed my target to a little girl.

Meng Zezhi said in a cold voice: "They're all dead and you don't know how to check it. It can be seen that it's dirty to the bone. If I let you go, I have to worry about whether you will be punished by heaven."

Afterwards, Qian Qiguang found out that when this villa area was built, there was a murder case. A cement worker's daughter was molested by the contractor's brother-in-law, a middle-aged man, because of her good looks. After the cement worker knew about it, In a fit of anger, while he was drunk, he pushed him into a cement mixer and died on the spot.

The boss of the construction company was afraid that the houses in the villa area would not be sold if the news got out, so he spent a lot of money to suppress the news.

And the place where the middle-aged man died was the little girl's bedroom in this villa.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Meng Zezhi.

"Thank you Daoist, there is no repayment for saving your life," Qian Qiguang looked grateful, and took out a bank card and stuffed it into Meng Zezhi's hand: "Small kindness is not a respect."

Meng Zezhi accepted it with peace of mind, and he said: "Mr. Qian, don't worry, I have cleared Ling Qianjin's memory of this period of time, so it won't have a bad influence on her."

"Thank you very much, Taoist priest, thank you very much, Taoist priest." Hearing this, Qian Qiguang's face was even more grateful.

He will definitely protect his daughter in the future and prevent her from being hurt in the slightest.

He also wants to make everyone who harmed her daughter pay the price. The construction company is one. As for Song Zhixue, don’t think that Qian Qiguang is easy to bully. Although his family is abroad, isn’t his fallen father still in prison? See, as long as he finds the right way, he will naturally have thousands of ways to make his life worse than death.

Thinking of this, a stern look flashed in Qian Qiguang's eyes.