Lin Miaomiao did not dare to touch the bloody mace.

She calls herself a strong woman. She has never been soft on beating people since she was a child, and she is not afraid of heavyweight opponents who are three times her weight. However, at this moment, facing such a mace, she is a little timid.

What did her mother find?

Lin Miaomiao's hesitation was also noticed. She bent down, her green robe hanging on the ground, and her beautiful face revealed a mountain of fatherly love.

"Are you nervous about getting dad's gift for the first time? Dad understands, dad understands it, it's okay, father's love is great without asking for anything in return, just take it! Let it protect you for dad!"

Lin Miaomiao's hands shook slightly, "No...it can't be done."

Feng Song understood.

"Do you think this mace is ugly? Well, at the beginning, my teacher...someone told me that this thing is not suitable for girls."

Feng Song is essentially a girl. His senior brother and master originally said these words to her, thinking that it would be better for her to play with cute things as a girl.

It's a pity that Feng Song didn't think of herself as a girl, she thought of herself as a father.

Since the daughter doesn't want the mace, she will get another one.

"Don't be shy. If you don't like it, just tell dad boldly. Dad is already prepared."

Feng Song casually dropped the mace on the ground, and there was another "dong" sound as the heavy object fell to the ground, making everyone's eyebrows jump.

Lin Yaoyan came back from the wall and looked at Feng Song like he was a monster.

The twins may indeed have a heart-to-heart connection. He and Lin Miaomiao had the same question——

How did his mother find such a powerful thing?

Did he beat his mother?

No, it shouldn't be the case, this guy doesn't seem to be able to attack women.

Lin Qi, the eldest son of the Lin family, was sitting in a rocking chair, squinting his eyes and looking at Feng Song with a secretive expression.

Lin Fengling, the second eldest son of the Lin family, was still touching his heart. He looked at his elder brother for a while, then at himself, making Lin Qi smile.

"Don't stare at the middle of my legs. I'm much better than you."

Lin Fengling's peach blossom eyes were smiling.

"I don't believe what others say. It's just that I'm not interested in fighting and killing. I only care about romance. By the way, brother, how about I introduce you to a girlfriend? Maybe it will be bad if you don't use it."

Lin Qi narrowed his eyes dangerously.

If this younger brother talks nonsense again, he will find ten old ladies to rape him.

Everyone's eyes fell on Feng Song. After rummaging through his bag, Feng Song finally showed a satisfied smile on his face.

She pulled out a pink butcher knife from her bag.

The handle is pink, and the knife is also plated pink. It looks... ugly and weird.

Feng Song was very satisfied with the knife. She raised the knife to show Lin Miaomiao.

"The mace is too thick and not suitable for girls. This pink one is great! It's pink and tender, suitable for cute little girls."

Lin Miaomiao felt that the other party must have some misunderstanding about "suitable for cute little girls". Lin Yaoyan walked ahead of her and walked to Feng Song with a cold face, and he extended his hand to Feng Song.

"Give me."

Feng Song shook his head and hid the pink butcher knife behind his back like a hidden treasure, while educating his son.

"No, how can you rob my sister's things? As a family, we must be united and friendly."

Lin Yaoyan frowned and became impatient.

"Give me!"

Feng Song refused to give it, "The pink one is reserved for my daughter! Let your son go aside!"

Lin Miaomiao didn't know what Lin Yaoyan wanted to do, but she knew she wanted to watch the fun, so she walked behind Lin Yaoyan and started to cheer.

"I don't want it. Give him the pink one. Nowadays, macho men wear pink ones, so the pink one suits him."

When Feng Song heard it, it made sense.

When she was surfing the Internet, she also learned that macho men like sexy fans.

Although this boy is not fierce enough, men should develop in a coquettish direction.

So Feng Song handed the butcher's knife to Lin Yaoyan and said, "Be a good person from now on... Bah, be a good person from now on. This knife is not for self-defense against you, it is for you..."

Before she finished speaking, she said "dua" again

"g" sounded, Lin Yaoyan held the handle of the knife with one hand, and the knife hit the ground heavily.

Lin Yaoyan's hand held the handle of the knife really hard, and veins popped out on the back of his hand.

Lin Miaomiao was dumbfounded, "Oh my god, if you give me this knife, can I hold it? Do you want to murder me?"

Feng Song corrected patiently.

"Call me dad, not mom, but dad."

Lin Miaomiao:......

That's not the point, okay!

Lin Miaomiao glared at Feng Song, and Feng Song explained, "This is not for hitting people, it is a hidden weapon. If you have nothing to do, carry it with both hands. If someone wants to bully you, just use it to hit the other person's feet."

Lin Miaomiao was speechless and choked, "You... are such a talent! Oh my god..."

Feng Song patiently corrected him again, "Call me Dad."

Lin Miaomiao was going crazy. She scratched her hair and said frantically.

"I went upstairs to sleep! Oh my God..."

Feng Song corrected him again.

"It's not my God, it's my dad."

Lin Miaomiao collapsed and went to the second floor. Looking at her daughter's hurried back, Feng Song understood. Feng Song understood everything.

"It's normal for girls to be shy when facing gifts from others. She is really an introverted and shy girl."

Everyone in the Lin family:...

This is a redefinition of "introversion and shyness."

With a dark face, Lin Yaoyan lifted the pink pig-killing knife with one hand tremblingly. It had to be said that he didn't like this nervous man, but when he lifted the knife that he couldn't lift at first, there was a feeling in his heart.

Inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

It seems that I have become stronger.

Then, Feng Song took out a mace from his bag.

This hammer was extremely heavy at first sight, and even Feng Song had to hold it with both hands. Lin Yaoyan's expression suddenly became not so good again.

Feng Song smiled lovingly at Lin Yaoyan.

"I heard from your mother that you like to practice martial arts and are also very violent. This thing is definitely suitable for you. I used it to smash walnuts. It's a little heavy and is perfect for boys to play with."

Lin Yaoyan:......

If he was holding this mace, he would probably kneel on the ground.

Lin Yaoyan didn't move, for the sake of the man's little remaining face.

Feng Song understood his son's reserve, "It's not expensive, come here, play with it, and then smash walnuts for your sister and mother to eat."

Lin Yaoyan took a deep breath, took the mace with both hands, and as expected, almost fell to the ground. He used his last dignity to kneel down on one knee to Feng Song.

Feng Song was very touched, "What a polite child. You don't need to kowtow or kneel to me. Giving gifts to your son is what a father should do."

After speaking, Feng Song also concluded.

"This is a father's love that is as strong as a mountain. Son, have you felt your father's deep love?"

Lin Yaoyan trembled and raised a hand to show her middle finger, "Fuck you..."

Lin Yaoyan and Lin Miaomiao both had gifts, but Lin Chen was so greedy that he circled around Feng Song, "Where's mine? Where's my gift?"

Feng Song saw that he was spinning like a small top, so he took out a handmade wooden windmill from his large backpack and handed it to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen pouted, dissatisfied.

"Where are you coaxing the children? I also want awesome gifts like those from my brothers and sisters! Even more awesome than theirs!"

Something more powerful than an anti-wolf mace, a pink pig-killing knife, or a kneeling mace?

Feng Song thought about it seriously, bent down lovingly, and looked at Lin Chen's level.

"Do you really want a bigger gift than them?"

Lin Chen pursed her tender mouth, straightened her chest, and spoke seriously.

"Yeah! Yes!"

Feng Song clenched his fists.

"Okay, the only thing more powerful than these is dad's fist."
Chapter completed!