The little fat boy felt that this was a test.
He was thinking, if his father wanted to kill him, he should just kill him immediately, why should he look at the fish so sadly.
It must be very painful to have your head twisted off, and fish are most afraid of pain.
He was willing to be killed by his father, so why didn't his father twist his head off?
The intelligence of this little white bird was witnessed by everyone present.
How come the bird that used to jump over whenever someone made a sound suddenly had no reaction at all?
When something is abnormal, there must be something wrong.
The emperor pursed his lips slightly, and the speculation in his heart became stronger.
He almost pleaded, his voice hoarse as he softly repeated, "My son?"
The people of Tiangan looked at their emperor calling the little prince's name to a bird in an almost absurd way.
But the more they thought about it, the more uncertain they became.
Why is this fat bird so familiar with the Purple Palace?
Why did he shed tears in the palace when he saw His Majesty vomiting blood?
Why is he so close to the secret guards and His Majesty?
Why would these ferocious beasts, who only submit to the little prince, treat a bird of unknown origin so favorably?
An impossible guess arose in everyone's mind.
But after eliminating everything, that impossible one turns out to be the most correct one.
The little fat boy wants to cry.
My father is the worst father in the world. Why would I lie to him if I wanted to twist his head off?
The little fat boy just thought that Emperor Mingxi wanted to strangle him again in the warmth.
He simply ignored it, wanting his father to kill more happily.
Everyone stared at the white ball's reaction without blinking.
He paused for a moment, then slowly combed his feathers.
Even his left foot stepped on his right foot.
Absurd and funny.
The emperor closed his eyes slightly, swallowed the bitterness in his heart and said, "Withdraw."
He said nothing, but slowly lay down on the bed without even glancing at Feitu and the others.
"You guys go too, I'm tired."
Feitu and the others were standing there, and when they heard this, they pulled the little fat boy.
"Roar?" Let's go, kid.
Feitu called out softly.
The little fat boy was still a little confused. Aren’t they going to kill him?
Feitu's huge body lay down, and the little fat cub hooked the tiger's fur with his claws and slowly climbed up.
When being carried out by Feitu, the little fat boy secretly looked back.
My father has become very thin.
The bones of the shoulders are prominent.
His father was very tall, but after losing so much weight, he looked like a skeleton.
The little fat boy has seen it.
He didn't look again because his father seemed tired and the fish couldn't disturb him.
The little fat boy thought that since his father didn’t recognize him, he should not always hang around in front of his father and brothers.
It would be great if I could just see my father.
Just be an ordinary little bird, saying goodbye to your father before the next morning.
Until he met his father again.
The little fat boy wanted to keep the fact that he turned into a bird in his heart.
Because the silly baby knew that it would be very painful if his father and brother knew that the bird they hurt was his.
The feeling of heartache is too painful, and he doesn't want others to feel the same way.
When the heavy footsteps of the beasts gradually moved away, the emperor turned over and stretched out his hands to cover his eyes.
Tears kept falling from between my fingers.
The Saint's pain was silent.
He recognized it was his child.
But the child he tried his best to protect was strangled by his own father.
The emperor raised his right hand, his palm was trembling, he was afraid.
I was afraid that I almost killed my own child with my own hands.
Emperor Mingxi didn't know, if Feitu hadn't come, and he had twisted the bird's neck, would the fish's life also be destroyed?
He couldn't even imagine it.
The emperor's eyes were slightly red, and his sharp eyes stared blankly at the bed curtains. He opened his mouth.
Suddenly, he pierced his palm in a rage and watched the blood drip down.
Emperor Mingxi felt a little pleased.
Even if it was him who hurt Yuer, he should be punished.
The emperor masochistically let the blood flow in his palm, and the little fat bird's every move echoed in his mind.
The regret in his heart was even deeper. His child's behavior was so obvious, but why couldn't he recognize it?
He even
He even showed his cruel side in front of Yuer.
So after he recognized Yu'er, Yu'er didn't recognize him.
Are you disappointed with him as your father?
How could an innocent child like such a monster with many faces and good disguise?
So after the initial excitement, Emperor Mingxi chose to pretend that nothing had happened.
As if this could cover up their atrocities.
As if his children had never suffered.
Covering one's ears and stealing the bell is deceiving oneself and others.
Emperor Mingxi hated such people the most, but he happened to become such a person.
The emperor opened his eyes, but the pain in his hand did not distract him at all.
A slight noise was heard, and the emperor looked straight ahead with his sharp eyes, and saw a white ball walking in stupidly.
He staggered from side to side, twisted his hips, and stretched his head to look around.
Like a fat chicken looking for food.
Emperor Mingxi stared blankly for a while, and suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up a little bit, "Poor acting..."
He thought so in his heart.
But the wound that he subconsciously hid, the raised corners of his lips, and the gaze that could not be moved away all showed his joy.
The little fat boy felt guilty.
He finally shook off the flying rabbits and said that he was sad and wanted to be alone.
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