"Xiao Cong, it doesn't matter if dad is injured a little, but if Xiaotian is gone, you won't have a brother anymore." Rong Shaoze said again.
Xiao Cong bit her lip tightly, feeling very embarrassed.
"Don't hesitate, come on!" Rong Shaoze shouted sharply, Xiao Cong felt pain in his heart, shouted out, and attacked him.
He punched Rong Shaoze hard in the stomach. The man took a few steps back, his face still somewhat relaxed.
Lin Xinlan closed her eyes suddenly, feeling as if her heart was being cut by a knife.
"Come again!" Rong Shaoze stood firm and waved to Xiao Cong.
"Dad, why don't you fight back?!" Xiao Cong clenched his fists and asked sadly.
Rong Shaoze glanced at Yuanye and said with a smile: "You are my son, I will not take action against you. Besides, some people just wanted to see me being beaten, so I fought back. How boring."
"Haha..." Yuanye applauded appreciatively and smiled happily: "You are right, I just want to see you beaten badly by your own son. Rong Shaoze, you really know my
Thoughts."
Rong Shaoze sneered: "Your purpose is to torture me. I can't help but see this. Xiao Cong, keep beating and don't stop."
"dad!"
"Do you want to see your brother being thrown to death by him? Do it quickly! Remember, don't be merciful!" Rong Shaoze's face darkened and he said without refusal.
Xiao Cong had to listen to him.
Because Xiaotian will definitely fall to death in the wilderness.
Even if Xiaotian dies, he still has his mother, grandma, and master in his hands...
He can also threaten them with their lives.
Xiao Cong had no choice but to attack Rong Shaoze with every move.
He was crying, tears blurring his vision, but he couldn't stop. If he stopped, he would make the devil angry.
Rong Shaoze kept standing and let Xiao Cong hit him.
His body fell heavily to the ground, and there was a dull pain in his chest. He pursed his thin lips tightly, swallowed the blood in his throat back into his stomach, and stood up slowly.
"Come again!" he said firmly.
"Ah -" Xiao Cong yelled, ran over, and punched him in the stomach with two fists one after another. After dozens of punches, Rong Shaoze finally couldn't hold on anymore and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"Dad!" Xiao Cong cried until he was exhausted. He didn't fight, and he didn't fight even if he was beaten to death.
He hugged Rong Shaoze's body tightly, buried his little face in his arms, and cried very sadly.
Lin Xinlan's teeth had bitten her lip, and there was a sweet smell of blood in her mouth.
She watched their father and son being tortured before her eyes, and her heart felt like someone was stabbing them with a knife. It was so painful that she wanted to die.
Why does God torture them like this?
Yuan Ye put his hands on the railing, looking down from a high position and watching with great interest.
"Don't stop, keep going!" he said without finishing it, as if he was enjoying a very exciting performance, and the performance suddenly interrupted at the most critical point, which made him unhappy.
"Xiao Cong, continue..." Rong Shaoze pushed him away with force, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiled calmly: "Dad just vomited a little blood, he is fine, you continue."
"I won't fight, Dad, I won't fight anymore!" Xiao Cong shook his head violently, and tears splashed everywhere on the ground with his movements.
Rong Shaoze stroked his head and said softly: "Xiao Cong, when you were born, your father was not with you.
