The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

"Damn!"

There was coldness in the magnetic voice, even if he was swearing, there was no anger at all, Jimo Qi moved his knees and knelt down on the ground consciously, his head was always lowered, but his lips were pursed into a stubborn arc, Don't refute, don't admit mistakes.

The sound of footsteps came from beside him, slow, yet steady and leisurely, like a cat teasing a mouse, which made people feel a little bit of fear.

The footsteps stopped, the distance between the book case and Jimo Qi was not that far, but the distance between father and son was heaven and earth.

On the back, a hand touched up, it was as cold as ice, and Jimo Qi's body couldn't help trembling, his hands supported the ground, the sweat on his forehead once again bloomed flowers on the ground.

The man's hand slowly moved down from the back, through the thin clothes, every inch of the boy's trembling was under control.

"Qi'er, are you dissatisfied with the thirty lashes given by your father at night?"

Jimo Qi raised his head suddenly, the darkness in his eyes was about to overwhelm him, his shoulders moved slightly, and his body escaped from the handsome man's control, Jimo Qi straightened his back: "Son, don't dare!"

Jimo Huan's thin lips slightly curled up, looking at the stubbornness in the corners of the eyes and brows of the young man in front of him, and the delicate and pitiful demeanor because of his weakness and paleness, a strange color flashed in his eyes: "I dare not, but It's not that never..."

"So, you secretly got rid of the guards that the king sent you, and stopped in the wilderness? So, after the guards found you, you felt dissatisfied? So, in front of the king, is this ghostly appearance? Qi'er, this king has always thought that you are not those ignorant, unreasonable playboys!"

Jimo Huan's voice of questioning was like a slow-flowing poem, although it was not high-spirited, every word was clearly printed in Jimo Qi's ears, and the vicious words came from a father's mouth.

Jimo Qi's lips twitched timidly, he didn't get rid of the guards on purpose, he didn't feel dissatisfied, but a certain corner of his heart made him unwilling to speak and refuse to communicate.

Smiling playfully, Jimo Huan held the young man's pointed chin with his hand, looking at the blood flowing down, the color in his eyes became more and more gloomy.

"Speaking of which, Qi'er looks more and more like a beautiful jade. If the king's people haven't found you, I'm afraid, you now..."

He looked at the young man's exquisite facial features, in his eyes, there seemed to be nostalgia, but also hatred, the two fingers clamping Jimo Qi's chin, gradually accumulating strength, on the white jade-like flawless skin, bruises emerged, The contrast is stark and frighteningly tight.

"Father! My son is not feeling well, please allow me..."

Jimo Qi's words were interrupted by Jimo Huan: "What's wrong with you? It's only thirty lashes. You were able to defeat people's tricks just now outside the gate of the mansion. I remember that guard is from Concubine Mei, right? You are very energetic!"

Cold and heartless, he didn't care about Jimo Qi's injury at all.

"Father, the son wants to visit the concubine mother..."

Jimo Qi's chest heaved violently, and finally he couldn't hold back his hand, and patted the imprisoned big hand.

"Pa!", clear and loud, obviously without using any force, Jimo Qi's eyes showed a look of astonishment, he moved his body, and before he could speak, he was kicked by Careful Heart and kicked hard on the ground.

"Well……"

With a muffled grunt, the traumatized back scraped fiercely against the smooth marble slab. The intense pain caused Jimo Huan's complexion to lose the last bit of blood in an instant.

Turning around halfway, avoiding the injury behind him, he used one arm to support his crumbling body in embarrassment, his unyielding eyes met those ruthless eyes.

Jimo Huan slowly took out the handkerchief from his bosom, wiped his clean fingertips carefully, as if it was stained with something dirty, the white handkerchief fluttered down in front of Jimo Qi, The dazzling white color seemed to blind his eyes: "Why?"

"Ok?"

As if he didn't hear it, Jimo Huan walked gracefully in front of Jimo Qi who was kicked a few steps away step by step, looking down on the proud young man who refused to admit defeat.

"Why? Father, since you let your child follow the three principles and five constant principles, why do you treat me like this?"

The hoarse shouting condensed years of resentment, maybe it was the warmth of the stranger tonight, maybe it was the indescribable touch, that is, Mo Qi could no longer be silent.

Jimo Huan was startled for a moment, looking at the surging emotion in Jimo Qi's eyes, suddenly lost interest: "Ask your mother!"

No longer ruthless, no longer feeling lost, Jimo Huan's voice could no longer hide the hatred.

"roll!"

One word is the attitude towards his son-in-law. Jimo Qi put his arms on the ground, covered his suffocated chest, and walked a few steps staggeringly, but when he reached the door, Qiang Zi straightened his body, healed the embarrassment all over his body, stretched out his hands, and pushed open the extraordinarily heavy door.