The little crying bag became the furnace of the demon king

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Zhao Yan took a step back, and because he smelled the alcohol lingering on the other person, he looked at his father with vigilance: "I have no money."

"You see, you are now living in a big house with him, and everything you eat and drink has improved." Father tried to reach out to hold Zhaoyan, "After paying off the debt, there is only so little money left, I can't even buy a clean house Let’s start, the woman I’m looking for doesn’t want me. You think of a way, and ask him for some money, after this time, I won’t bother you anymore. "

Zhaoyan avoided his father's touch in discomfort.

"You are only 39 years old." Zhao Yan persuaded, "Why don't you find a job and make money yourself? I owe others a lot because of you..."

"Stop bluffing me!" Father interrupted Zhao Yan, "He doesn't want you to pay it back, don't think I don't know how well you've been taken care of!"

He stepped forward, grabbed Zhaoyan's thin clothes, rubbed the material, and said incredulously: "You are wearing good clothes now! What if you give me some money to marry a wife? If I get a lot of money, I won't be your father." Already? Little white-eyed wolf!"

Zhaoyan pushed his hand away, unhappy, his eye circles were flushed with anger: "Other people gave you more than 100 million, what are you doing with it, you want to gamble."

Zhaoyan's voice gradually choked up, his heart was so uncomfortable, and he looked at his father with tears in his eyes: "You want to find someone new to start a family, I won't stop you... But if you don't repent, you are dragging your new wife into the water .I don’t want to help you, you want to marry a wife and save money yourself.”

"If my mother can afford it, how about begging you here?" My father raised his voice angrily when he was rejected.

This move immediately attracted the attention of passers-by.

"What are you looking at? Have you ever seen me teach my son a lesson? Get out of here!" After the father yelled at them, he grabbed Zhaoyan's arm and dragged him to an empty alley.

"Why do you think that woman fell in love with Lao Tzu?" The father shouted while pushing Zhaoyan, "Isn't it because I have a son who is rich in money! He can take more than 100 million casually, and he is not short of money at all. What if you give me some more and let me form a family?"

"You are making trouble out of no reason!" Zhaoyan staggered from being pushed by him, and barely stood firm while leaning on the wall, "No matter how much other people's money is, why should I give it to you casually? You are greedy, and I don't care about it." I like you like this."

Zhaoyan raised his hand to wipe away the tears hanging from the corner of his eyes, and walked around his father to leave.

The father saw his intentions, and the pheromones of alpha poured out overwhelmingly, suppressing the omega who was trying to escape.

Zhao Yan's body froze for a moment.

Because of the pain, he couldn't stand still, his legs trembled and he squatted on the ground slowly, and soon there were beads of sweat on his forehead, sliding down his pale cheeks.

"Father..." The fear that was expelled from the bottom of my heart because of Xiao Su's company quickly surged into my heart at this moment, and Zhao Yan's pupils trembled in horror.

Sure enough, the severe pain brought about by the kick coming from the side made him groan immediately.

"Go back and ask him for money, do you hear me!" His father grabbed Zhaoyan by the collar and pulled him off the ground, yelling fiercely, "I am your father, and the person you should turn to is Lao Tzu! His money You don't want to be his forever, it has nothing to do with you!"

"His money is his in the first place, and of course it has nothing to do with us..." Zhaoyan cried, "Why don't you think about working hard on your own, and insist on grabbing other people's things..."

"How the hell do you dare to talk back to me?" His father was even more annoyed by the drunken rebellion.

He swung his arms as usual every time he punched someone, and greeted Zhaoyan's face.

Zhaoyan quickly raised his arms to protect his head, and after the muffled sound, the skin on his wrists was quickly turned blue under his father's attack.His head was not spared either, and he began to struggle violently.

"Don't hit me...you are not a qualified father at all..." Zhao Yan pushed his father's hand hard, sobbing louder and louder, "You only drink, gamble, and you never, never take care of me... ...Xiao Su is good to me, I don't want to keep asking him for money for you..."

The answer to Zhaoyan was a slap that was caught off guard, and with a "snap", Zhaoyan's sobbing stopped abruptly.

He was stunned by the beating, and it took him a while before his eyes stopped turning black.

A clear palm print appeared on his face, and because of his snow-white complexion, the hand print looked bright red, which was extremely frightening.

"Do you think it will be hard if someone covers your wings?" My father was irritated by what Zhaoyan said, and the veins on his forehead popped up one by one. Like a whore, when you see rich people, you rush to give them to them, bitch!"

The smell of pheromones in the air became heavier and heavier, and Zhaoyan's body became more and more painful.

It was as if a pair of invisible hands pressed his shoulders and pressed him down desperately. His father slapped him again, and he fell to the ground unsteadily.

"I should have known that you are so picky, I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place!" The father raised his foot and kicked Zhaoyan's abdomen, one kick after another, "I should have thrown you to death, thrown you into the piss bucket and drowned you, It’s better than watching you give Lao Tzu a face now!”

"Don't hit me, please, don't hit me..." Zhaoyan curled up in pain, and stretched out his trembling arms to protect his stomach from being kicked down by his father.

But my arm lost strength, and it took a lot of effort to move it.

The stomach couldn't bear the powerful attack, and it became numb after a few blows.

Zhaoyan no longer struggled, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at his father.

The eyes contained disappointment, sadness, resentment, and blame.

"You will only...bring me... pain and disaster..." Zhaoyan opened the corner of his mouth, because his abdomen was injured, a warm and viscous liquid dripped down his lips to the ground.

"You left me, lost my mother, you broke my family apart..."

"You don't know anything...you just lie at home, beat me, steal money, drink...you let me, the place where I live is lingering with an endless rancid smell..."

"I hate you..." Zhao Yan's eyes were wet, his voice was hoarse, weak, but strangely powerful, "I never want to be your child..."

His father looked at Shang Zhaoyan full of hatred, which was very similar to the woman who abandoned him in his memory.She also looked at him like this before she left, with the same eyes full of resentment, the same eyes staring at maggots with contempt.

"How can you look at me like that?" Father squatted down, ruthlessly pulled Zhaoyan's hair and slammed into the wall.

Regarding Zhaoyan's mother's resentment, all those words that I didn't have time to curse were all imposed on Zhaoyan, "I treat you badly? Who said that I would stay with me for the rest of my life? You betrayed your promise, and you left me. How dare you stare at me?" Lao Tzu!"

The muffled sound of the head colliding with the hard red brick wall was harsh.

The voice of Zhaoyan begging for mercy became quieter.

Father pulled the hair from the back of Zhaoyan's head and pulled it back under his eyelids, looking through the red blood to find Zhaoyan's eyes accurately.

It's still the same look.

Then look down on him, hate him, and don't want to get close to his eyes.

His father's eyes instantly became scorching hot.

"Don't look at Lao Tzu like that!" With furious fire burning in his chest, he roared, dragged Zhao Yan's hair and smashed against the wall for the second time.

Seems like it wants to crash and crack it.

After the second time, Zhao Yan could hardly keep his eyes open.

The resentment persists.

After the third impact, Zhaoyan's consciousness gradually dissipated.

A little resentment remained.

After the fourth time, Zhaoyan finally closed his eyes.

The resentment is gone.

The look in his eyes that wanted to abandon himself disappeared.

The father laughed happily. He let go of Zhaoyan and stood up from the ground, kicking his blood-stained son away: "Damn it, get out!"

He spit on Zhaoyan and staggered away.

"I should kill you before you leave, hook up with men, and live a good life? Wishful thinking bitch!"