Chapter 80 The scumbag father chopped off his head, and then he was gone

The tyrant who had just left for a while came back again. Wanwan looked at the familiar figure of a scumbag father and couldn't help but complain in her heart:

[Help! Why is this scumbag father here again? Is he so idle? ]

[Can't leave my mother? How about taking a rope and tying my mother to the belt of her pants]

The tyrant thought this suggestion was good, but he didn't want to tie his Yi'er to the belt of his pants, but he could tie this little brat to the belt of his pants.

Seeing that the man had just left and returned, Concubine Yi asked, "Your Majesty, did you leave anything behind?"

"No." The tyrant walked in front of Concubine Yi, took her hand affectionately, and said, "I still want to spend more time with you, so let's review your memorials."

As soon as the tyrant finished speaking, he raised his hand slightly, and several eunuchs came in carrying a box of memorials.

Wanwan: "..."

[Should I say that you are diligent, scumbag father, or diligent?]

The tyrant said that he came here to review memorials, and he really sat aside and reviewed the memorials attentively.

He sat on the couch, pressing the memorials with one hand and holding the brush with the other.

The afternoon sun shone on him, and Wanwan, who was watching from the side, thought that the scumbag father looked quite pleasing to the eye at this moment.

The tyrant at the side was reviewing memorials while thinking about how to naturally mention the imperial teacher in front of this little brat.

While he was thinking, he suddenly smelled the smell of a milk can. He turned his head and saw a little brat standing next to him, stretching out his little hand and standing on tiptoe to reach the brush hanging on the table.

What did he say? This little brat is so short that he can't even climb up the table, and he is still thinking about his position as the king of a country, huh.

"What?" He lowered his eyes and glanced at her.

Wanwan looked at him with innocent big eyes and said, "Daddy, I want a brush."

​​"What do you, a little brat, need a brush for?"

Although the tyrant said this, he still reached out and held Wanwan in his arms, took out a brush from the pen holder beside him and handed it to her.

Wanwan replied, "Painting."

She paints?

The big tyrant took out a piece of rice paper from the side and handed it to her to draw. He stared at the little brat's hands and suddenly thought that since this little brat had the memory of her previous life, she must be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting?

The big tyrant stared at her with a little more appreciation, letting him see if his good girl was a little prodigy.

"Come, draw a daddy." The big tyrant put the memorial aside and thoughtfully dipped some ink on the little brat's brush and handed it to her.

Wanwan was just bored and wanted to draw for fun, but after hearing what a scumbag father said, she immediately became interested.

[Hehe, my little painter's advantage is finally going to be discovered by the scumbag father. Watch me show off my skills and stun your eyes.]

Wanwan rolled up her sleeves, looking like she was going to do a big job.

The big tyrant also watched with great interest. When he just started to draw, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. But after a while, when the head was drawn on the paper, the smile on his face froze.

"This is the eyes..." Wanwan's little hands moved on the paper, "Draw a pair of ears, and then it's the body..."

The big tyrant: "..."

I can't bear to watch.

The big tyrant turned his eyes away and silently picked up the memorial beside him.

After a while, Wanwan's great artistic creation was completed.

"Daddy, look, does it look like daddy?" Wanwan picked up the rice paper and handed it to a scumbag father.

The big tyrant looked at the ghost drawn on the rice paper, which was uglier than a ghost, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He smiled and touched the little milk ball's head, and said like a kind father: "Be good, go play in the mud."

If you don't have this talent, don't force it.

Seeing the disdain in the scumbag father's tone, Wanwan couldn't help but curl her lips.

[The stinky scumbag father with no vision]

Wanwan got down from the scumbag father's legs and sat next to him, continuing to fiddle with the painting in her hand with a brush.

The big tyrant looked at the little brat sitting next to him, looked at the memorial in his hand, and then sighed in disappointment.

"Alas."

The first time he sighed, the little brat who was concentrating on painting next to him didn't look at him.

The second time he sighed, a certain little brat was still indifferent.

The third time he sighed, it seemed that the only thing in the eyes of the little brat was the painting in front of him.

Seeing her indifferent look and completely absorbed in painting, the big tyrant was so angry that he almost pulled her off the drawing paper.

This brat is so focused on painting? !

Your father sighed so much in front of you, don't you know how to care?

A certain little brat didn't react at all, but Concubine Yi, who came in with snacks, heard the emperor sighing and asked worriedly: "What's wrong with your majesty?"

"Nothing, just worried about the imperial teacher's seclusion." After the big tyrant finished speaking, his eyes turned to a certain little kid beside him.

Come on, my good girl, I mentioned the imperial teacher, quickly say in your heart whether this imperial teacher is dead or alive.

A certain little kid turned a deaf ear to what was happening around her and painted by herself.

[Oh my God, I am such a little genius, I am so good at painting]

The big tyrant looked at her drawing paper and saw that there were two more ghosts on the drawing paper that were uglier than ghosts.

This little brat's painting skills... are hard to comment!

But is the focus on the painting?

It's the Imperial Master! It's the Imperial Master!

"Isn't it normal for the Imperial Master to be in seclusion? Why is Your Majesty worried about this?" Concubine Yi said again.

[Is it the Imperial Master?]

Wanwan, who had been offline for a long time, finally came online after hearing the familiar voice of her mother.

The big tyrant's eyes lit up, yes, it was the Imperial Master, the Imperial Master. The

big tyrant sighed and said, "The Imperial Master has been in seclusion for half a year without eating or drinking. I am a little worried about him."

[Not eating or drinking in seclusion for half a year, gosh, no one would know even if he died]

The big tyrant: “!!!”

Is that guy really dead?

The big tyrant was a little bit unbelievable.

Wanwan: [No, I seem to have some impression of this national teacher. His name is Zong something. He seems to be really powerful. Being closed off for half a year is not a big deal for him.] What

does the little brat mean by this is that the national teacher is still alive?

[I remember that the national teacher is still alive.]

Hearing this, the big tyrant breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, the words of a certain little brat made him breathe a sigh of relief again.

[But he is going to die soon. His scumbag father will chop off his head, and then he will be gone.]

The big tyrant: “???”