"Prince, am I getting old and no longer as majestic as I used to be?" Qin Zhaotian felt sad in his heart, and he couldn't help but sigh.
Qin Shi looked at him coldly, not interested in comforting him tenderly, "Father, I'm a little sleepy."
After being tortured by the deadly poison for a day, my muscles and bones were damaged, and my vitality was greatly lost.
His physical strength did not allow him to continue talking nonsense.
My father's strong temperament does not need comfort, but moderate stimulation.[
And it just so happened that what Qin Shi was most proficient in was how to pour a pot of spicy hot oil over the opponent's head and face when he was furious.
He closed his eyes again and listened to a scream with a smile.
"Qin Shi, the person who is being killed now is your biological father! Can't you show that you care a little bit?"
Sure enough, a roar suddenly started.
Qin Zhaotian jumped up and down with great energy, but there was no hint of dejection.
In other words, since the last time a group of assassins was discovered in the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests,
His whole body quickly regained its vitality, and all the boredom he usually felt when he was pampered disappeared.
As a hero, you should not live an ordinary life by nature.
For people like Qin Zhaotian, the more adversity they face, the stronger their fighting ability becomes.
To put it bluntly, he is the kind of masochistic person who cannot live a leisurely life.
Why does he need others to help him find a solution?
Qin Shi understood this deeply, and his judgment was extremely accurate. He would not fluctuate with Qin Zhaotian's mood at all. He remained detached from the incident and watched calmly.
"Father, I care about you very much." Otherwise, why would he take poison on his father's behalf? It's not like he has nothing to do and he has to rinse his mouth with poison.
"Nonsense, you don't care." Wuwuwu, the only person he cares about is little Mumu.