You pervert! ! !

Nangong Ji was really scared.

He has mastered sword fighting skills proficiently, can roll and dodge smoothly, turn around to attack, and stab the enemy, even Andre is not his opponent.

However, he has not fought a bear.

A huge brown animal with a stench of wild beasts, Dug's pet.

Du Ge waved the animal taming whip, and the brown bear rushed towards him suddenly.

Nangong Ji was scared.

However, he knew he could win.

But when Yu Heng appeared in front of him, his feet and hands began to tremble nervously, and all the bravery of fighting to the death disappeared in his father's gentle words.

Nangong Ji, who was hugging Yu Heng, obviously lost his fighting spirit. He looked like a cute nine-year-old, his eyes were full of dependence.

Under the moonlight, the interrupted duel surprised the monarchs.

Due to the presence of Zhao Chenghuai, they did not dare to judge the fallen brown bear, but silently expressed...

"In this round, it can be said that there is no winner in the duel between Duge and Ji Gruss?"

Qiao Marie smiled lowly.

Andre's blood surged, and he felt that the mission Zhao Chenghuai had entrusted to him was completely ruined!

He stood up angrily and shouted into the arena: "Yu Heng! What are you doing?"

This is the task given by the king!

Nangong Ji must enter the dance floor!

However, Yu Heng stood up, took Nangong Xie's hand, and did not intend to return him.

In the bright moonlight, he saw a hazy figure on the stone platform. More than a dozen adults sat there, watching the nine-year-old child fight against the beast.

Yu Heng took Nangong Jiong to the corridor.

Nangong Ji stared at Andre, not forgetting his purpose of coming here to accept the duel.

"Father." He held Yu Heng's arm tightly and said in a low voice, "If I don't defeat that bear-training brother, I won't be able to be king."

After hearing this, Yu Heng squeezed the bastard's scratched palm and asked, "Do you still want to be king?"

Nangong Ji: ...

Woohoo, dad is so scary.

Why does this question sound like "Do you want to die?"

Nangong Ji hurriedly hugged his arms a little tighter, his feet were soft and his hands were not soft, leaning on his father.

Yu Heng had a cub hanging on his arm, so he couldn't walk.

He bent down and stretched out his hands, picked up the dirty and dusty Nangong Ling, and walked towards the long corridor where he came with a frown.

"Yu Heng, where are you going?" Zhao Chenghuai's low voice was full of worry.

"Go down the mountain and teach your son a lesson." Yu Heng gritted his teeth.

He doesn't care about the monarchs and rules around him, he just wants to teach Nangong Yin a lesson, to see if he dares to lie to him with outsiders!

Zhao Chenghuai threw away the blade in his hand and looked at Mr. Butler at the entrance of the duel field.

"White, please, we need a guest room."

Take it for granted, as if the hunting ground is some kind of hotel.

Mr. Butler's eyes fell on Zhao Chenghuai, he nodded slightly, and immediately led the way politely.

The hunting ground is so easy to talk to, and if he can listen to Zhao Chenghuai's orders, Yu Heng is of course not welcome.

Holding the heavy piggy, he said as he walked, "Please help me get some alcohol gauze, too. The child has scratched his hands and needs to be disinfected."

His words are full of a father's concern for his rebellious son.

I have no mood to care about the situation in the duel field at all.

Maybe it's because he subconsciously feels that Zhao Chenghuai can always handle everything well, maybe it's because Andre is a monarch and should end this scam.

At this moment, Yu Heng only had repressed heartache, and the anger that the kid Nangong Xie had cheated on him with his own father.

Against a bear or something, Nangong Ji tried his best, maybe he could really do it.

After all, he is the richest man in the world in the future, and it is absolutely impossible for him to fall under the claws of such an inhuman beast, let alone being attacked and devastated.

However, Yu Heng was afraid that he would kill Xiong, felt the pleasure of walking between death, and turned into a gloomy and rebellious Mr. Nangong.

That was a terrible ending.

Cute and lovely children, they shouldn't be stained with blood.

Yu Heng carried him through the brightly lit spacious corridor, and waited until Mr. Housekeeper opened a bedroom.

As soon as the child sat firmly on the bed, the extremely efficient attendant brought the medical kit.

"Thank you for your help, I want to talk to the child alone."

After finishing speaking, he bluntly drove away the stranger and closed the door.

Nangong hides her eyes wide open, sitting on the bed with thin arms and legs, with innocence written all over her body, trying to pass the test by being cute.

"Stretch out your hand." Yu Heng ordered with a cold face.

The child quickly stretched out his scratched palm obediently, and stared at his father with tears in his eyes.

The next second—

"Ahhh!"

Alcohol wiped the wound, it was really painful.

Nangong Ji, who had planned to be soft and weak but was pitiful and felt sorry for his father, howled and kicked his legs, and even tried to retract his palm.

It's a pity, Yu Heng squeezed him hard, ran across the dusty wound with a cotton swab, and tortured the cub mercilessly.

He smiled and asked, "Do you know the pain now?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo." Nangong Xie burst into tears.

"How did Andre lie to you?"

"He said, challenge that black-haired, gray-eyed idiot, and I'll be able to enter the dance floor smoothly..."

Nangong Hin's voice was weak, enduring the pain from the wound.

Yu Heng poured out the alcohol and looked up at his son, whose cheeks were covered in dust.

The stone platform of the duel was too dark, and he didn't see any black-haired and gray-eyed idiots, only this little black-haired, blue-eyed idiot.

The little idiot adapted to the pain stimulated by alcohol, trying to regain his goodwill in front of his father.

Like an unyielding warrior, he plucked up his courage and said, "Father, I can actually kill that kind of bear, as long as it pounces - ahhh!"

The terrible pain cut off all the courage of Nangong Xie.

He thrashed on the bed with tears in his eyes, but he couldn't retract his alcohol-baptized paws.

"Still thinking about killing the bear?" Yu Heng smiled, and was satisfied to see the cub crying so hard, he finally let go of his hand, "When that brown bear's paw comes down, you will feel a thousand times more painful than now."

Nangong Ji hugged his alcohol-smelling palm, weeping.

Tonight's father is really terrifying, and he has completely returned to the state of being brutal and ruthless at the beginning.

Having gotten used to acting coquettishly, his father would coax his Nangong Ji, feeling extremely wronged.

He hopes that he will become the king who stands up to the sky and the earth, and he also hopes that his father will be proud of his courage.

Although he was really afraid of facing a brown bear, he calmed down and his mind was full of the fighting skills taught by Andre.

Given another chance, he would definitely be able to kill the bear with one blow.

However, this cannot be said.

Dad doesn't like to hear it.

Nangong Xie shed tears, frowned and gently blew on the wound stung by alcohol, feeling unprecedented depression.

Dad came to him and let him act coquettishly.

But isn't he too weak to be the king who makes daddy obedient?

Suddenly, a warm towel covered his face.

Nangong Ji washed away the tears and dust in the hot water, tried to open his eyes, and saw Yu Heng who was close at hand, his eyes were full of worry and concern.

At that moment, he couldn't bear to look away.

The eyebrows, eyes, and nose were obviously familiar, but they shone slightly in his line of sight, attracting his full attention.

Even the pain in the palm of his hand has become slight.

Rolling over the ground, the bruises on his body no longer hurt.

"Hideous, don't be king anymore, okay?"

Yu Heng looked at the little fool and said in a low voice: "Don't worry about Andre's throne, okay?"

"Okay!" Nangong Ji agreed without hesitation, with only Yu Heng's figure in his tear-washed blue eyes.

Answering too quickly is usually not the truth.

Yu Heng sighed helplessly, put down the towel and said, "Come on, Dad will help you take a bath, it's so dirty."

Zhao Chenghuai didn't walk to Yu Heng's guest room until early in the morning.

Opening the door, the moonlight shines through the window, illuminating the hazy shadow on the bed.

On the spacious big bed in the guest room, the two father and son hugged each other and slept soundly, as if they were not afraid of this strange castle and whether there would be perpetrators with ulterior motives.

He was about to exit the room, only to find that the cub was still awake.

His blue eyes turned, and when he saw himself, he immediately shrank into the quilt and leaned against Yu Heng's neck.

It seems that it is the safest place in the world.

Zhao Chenghuai smiled and walked over quietly.

He could see the fear, grievance, pity, and...

The profile of Yu Heng sleeping peacefully and quietly.

He stood by the bed, looked down at the sleeping Yu Heng, and recalled the father's eagerness to protect the cub at that moment.

The fighting power of brown bears is astonishing, enough to crush the skull of an adult.

At that time, Nangong Ji's response was relatively easy, but Yu Heng rushed over without hesitation, just to save his cheap son.

The position of the cub in Yu Heng's heart is more important than Zhao Chenghuai imagined.

Beyond simple responsibility and love, you have entered the field of disregarding life and death.

He couldn't understand.

Even if it was his own child, Andre didn't see anything sacrificed for it.

However, Yu Heng loves her so desperately.

Zhao Chenghuai looked at Yu Heng quietly, thinking silently about the confrontation with the monarchs just now.

Duge violated the rules and opened the brown bear's iron cage without waiting for him to come back.

However, he followed Yu Heng all the time, and his reluctance to return to the hunting ground aroused the monarch's protest.

Dinner parties, dance floors, and hunting, the rules of the game that have lasted for hundreds of years, have been useless since he became the king.

Dinner after dinner came to an abrupt end, with no new exchange of benefits.

Those monarchs who have mastered the capital rights of various countries will certainly feel dissatisfied.

Zhao Chenghuai's clear and shallow sigh dissipated in Yu Heng's sleeping breath.

Only those blue and clear eyes stared at him in shock.

"Go to sleep."

Zhao Chenghuai stared at Nangong Ji with a gloomy expression and threatened in a low voice.

The little boy was so frightened that he quickly closed his eyes, lest he would be torn to pieces if he didn't sleep.

So timid, so much thought.

Zhao Cheng closed the door of the guest room in disgust, thinking silently, why did Yu Heng treat him so well.

Nangong Ji didn't sleep well all night.

Mainly scared.

The brown bear last night did not cause him a psychological shadow, but his father's alcohol stimulation, the threat of a guarantee letter, and the death stare of his bad brother in the second half of the night.

Children who are nine years old are frightened and amazed, and have nightmares again and again.

He finally woke up from the nightmare.

But Yu Heng said: "Hideous, wake up and pack your things."

"Huh?" Nangong Xie rubbed his eyes, unable to understand what he meant.

"Let's go home."

Hearing such a beautiful word home, Nangong Ji was filled with sadness and joy.

He hasn't defeated Duge yet and entered the dance floor, so going back just like this is a failure, all the previous training was for nothing!

The cub, who had worked hard and sweated, followed Yu Heng to the gate of the hunting ground with a look of grief.

After all, he didn't dare to tell Yu Heng that he still wanted to be king, and he still wanted to rely on the king's power to make his father listen to him.

One big and one small walked through the spacious living room, and suddenly an acquaintance popped up.

"Yu Heng!"

Zhao Chishen walked all night and finally returned to the hunting ground.

He dragged the attendants of the hunting ground, and after hearing Yu Heng's great deed of stopping the bear with his bare hands, he didn't dare to rest, and sat directly in the living room thinking about the great future of the Black Star Group.

Yu Heng is outstanding in playing games, but unexpectedly, his combat power is also amazing.

Zhao Chishen deeply regrets that he once thought Yu Heng was a dead house with no power to restrain a chicken.

At this moment, when he saw Yu Heng, it was like meeting the man who saved the world!

"Aren't you injured? When I came last night, you were all finished. I couldn't even stop a monarch, and it's not easy to disturb your rest."

Zhao Chishen's concern was not a lie.

However, as soon as he turned his head, he changed into a kind and kind look.

"Hideous, are you alright?"

The kid who was still at a loss just now suddenly remembered!

Shark Zhao!

After abducting him for two days and two nights, Nangong Ji directly grabbed Yu Heng's arm, stared at Zhao Chishen with fierce eyes and indifferent expression.

If he had real power, he would have asked the guards of the castle to feed Zhao Chishen to the sharks!

Feed the bears without the sharks!

I don't want to pay attention to his kindness at all.

Seeing his son like this, Yu Heng's depressed mood improved a little.

"Don't get close to Old Zhao."

Yu Heng knew that Nangong Xiong held grudges, "Let's go back first, we will have more time to exchange feelings with Xiongying."

"Go back?" Zhao Chishen looked surprised, "Didn't you come to the hunting ground to help the children become the king!"

"What do you want to be the king, I don't want to fight a bear."

Yu Heng likes games, but he doesn't like aristocratic games where people stand on the sidelines and bears fight.

That innate arrogance is full of the cruelty of the noble class.

It doesn't fit his game philosophy at all.

No matter what secrets the hunting ground hides and what benefits it can bring him, for him, it is not as important as going home and playing games safely.

However, in this strange place, the only person he could rely on was still unable to be contacted.

Yu Heng's mobile phone signal was intermittent, and he called Zhao Chenghuai several times in a row but failed.

Fortunately, in the early morning hunting grounds, attendants in black uniforms were everywhere.

He took his son and dragged Nangong Ji's small suitcase to the door attendant.

"Sir, please help me find Zhao Chenghuai. If it's convenient, prepare a car for me."

He speaks English.

But the well-dressed, brown-haired, brown-eyed attendant seemed to be incomprehensible, with a dazed expression.

Before Yu Heng tried to communicate with the mobile phone translator, the attendant suddenly ran forward.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Heng heard the sound of neat footsteps.

Dozens of pairs of hard-soled leather shoes knocked on the stone floor, making a particularly shocking sound.

Frowning, he saw the polite butler White standing gracefully in front of the gate with dozens of attendants.

Blocking Yu Heng's way.

Mr. Butler said in Chinese that Yu Heng could understand: "Sir, my master apologizes for this accident, but you cannot leave."

"Why?" Yu Heng asked in surprise.

"Because the hunting ground has its own rules, and the duel between Duge and Gruss violated the rules, but it is still valid."

Mr. Steward politely conveyed the words of the master, "Until the victory is won, Gruss can't leave."

Zhao Chi was deeply saddened by the brutal and unreasonable rules.

"That's right." He didn't mean to fan the flames, but he talked about his painful past few months, "This place is like this, the game has started, and you can't leave if you don't win!"

The weird rules couldn't stop Yu Heng, but the dozens of attendants with serious faces and hands behind their backs could.

In a wild place like Siberia, he had no doubt that these people had guns in their hands.

Yu Heng clenched Nangong Ji's hand, pondered for a moment, and said with a smile:

"Since your master apologized, then I want to see him."

The author has something to say: Zhao Chenghuai refused in a second: no see.

Yu Heng:? ? ?You're going to rebel, aren't you?