Qing Xiao sighed suddenly and finally opened his eyes and looked over.
I laughed ferociously and cursed: "Old man, I just want to ask you, which is more important, family rules or my daughter?"
Qing Xiao didn't speak.
I continued to question: "Let me ask you again, is it wrong for your daughter to pursue what she loves?"
Qing Xiao still didn't make a sound.
My expression was twisted, and I spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "Qingxiao, I have returned this bone to you, and I have also shed the Qing family's blood. From now on, don't treat me as a Qing family member anymore. If you still have a conscience,
, then release my mother! You don’t want a daughter, I still want my own mother..."
"Qing Xiao, you are a bastard. You deserve to die in the future. If you don't let me go today, I will overthrow the entire Qing family!"
I was as crazy as a demon, my mouth was full of blood, and my lips had been bitten, making me look like a blood demon!
When facing Qing Xiao, I called him by his first name. The elders of the Qing family around him became angry, but he himself remained silent.
"My child, he is your grandfather, you shouldn't be so presumptuous!" an old man sighed.
"No, he is not my grandpa, he is the head of your family. I, Chen Huafan, don't need this kind of grandpa. I just say, let him go or not!"
I stared at Qing Xiao, waiting for him to speak. When we first met, we were like fire and water.
Time passed by second by second, and the place was silent. Everyone was looking at their family leader.
Finally, Qing Xiao spoke.
He said expressionlessly: "You go."
"I want my mother!" I snapped.
"Your mother broke the clan rules..."
"Then I will dismantle your Qing family!"
"You bastard, how dare you!"
The white-browed old man became angry, grabbed the crutch and threw it at me. I snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, I rushed forward like a vicious wolf with my body covered in blood.
The old man with the white eyebrows originally wanted to teach me a lesson, so he didn't go all out, but I didn't hold back at all. I used all my strength and assumed a posture of dying together, which shocked the old man with the white eyebrows on the spot. He has lived to this age.
After finally having such strength and status, I naturally cherished my life. When I saw how desperate I was, I yelled angrily and quickly stepped back.
People in the audience exclaimed. The laymen were watching the excitement, while the experts were watching the door. The third lady thought that the white-browed old man was deliberately retreating to avoid hurting me, while Jin Yier and the others had a hint of surprise in their eyes.
From the look on my face, they knew that I was fighting with real fire. Fighting with one's life is a taboo among military strategists. Who the hell would fight to the death for no reason...
"To let go or not to let go?" I stared at Qingxiao and asked, only to see his lips move slightly, as if showing a wry smile.
"Master, the clan rules cannot be broken!" the white-browed old man said.
Several other old men from the Qing family also agreed. In their eyes, a woman's life cannot live up to a few unwritten rules.
At this time, there was a loud noise in the distance.
When I looked back, I saw that many buildings in the Qing family were on fire for no apparent reason. Black smoke was rising into the sky, and many people were screaming in panic.
"Why did it start a fire?"
"Oops, there's also a fire in the South Pavilion, where the ancient books of the Qing family are hidden..."
There was chaos in the audience, and many young people from the Qing family rushed to put out the fire. In the flames, a burst of familiar laughter could be heard.
"I promised my in-laws that if you don't want a daughter, I still want a daughter-in-law. I don't want a daughter-in-law, but my grandson still wants a mother."
As soon as this voice sounded, I felt like I was struck by thunder.
I hurriedly looked back and saw a thin but weathered figure walking over. He was dressed in ordinary clothes. Not to mention they were covered with patches. Even his toes were exposed in his pair of cloth shoes.
From the look of it, he looks like a vagrant hanging out on the roadside.
A vague figure quickly appeared in my mind. Once upon a time, I also asked my father what kind of person my grandfather was. Sometimes when my father was drunk, he would call my grandfather's name, saying that this old guy was not a good person.
Things, the strange tomb that had been dumped for most of my life, ended up dumping myself and disappearing...
From that time on, I felt that my grandfather should be a heroic man, otherwise how could he be called Chen Junjie.
But grandma is such a bear. When I saw this old guy with his hands behind his back today, hunched over and grinning, I unconsciously thought of a word: this bad old man.
The bad old man walked over with a smile, and Qing Yu in the crowd blurted out, "Hey, isn't this our helper in the kitchen, Uncle Dong?"
It seems that this bad old man who calls himself Uncle Dong must have sneaked into the Qing family very early, and he seems to have a good relationship with Qing Yu.
Qingyu was stunned, covering her red-lipped mouth with her small hands. She couldn't believe that the old helper she usually dealt with was walking like a flying swallow in front of her. Although she looked a little shabby, her skills shocked all the young people of the Qing family.
man, let alone his true identity.
I don't know how my grandfather stayed in Qing's house for so long without being discovered, but I don't have a good attitude toward him. Why did he go there so early? Are you coming out now? Why don't you wait for the white-haired man to send the black-haired man away?
"My good grandson, why don't you shout when you see grandpa?"
"Tsk tsk, are you intimidated by grandpa's fairy temperament? It doesn't matter, no matter how awesome grandpa is, he is still your own grandpa..."
"Hey, why are you rolling your eyes at grandpa? Dear grandson, call me grandpa, I have a treasure for you."
The old man didn't say anything when he saw me, so he simply showed off his skills. He stretched out his thin old hand covered with fine lines, grabbed a handful out of thin air, and snatched the crutch of the white-browed old man not far away, and then,
The crutch, which was made of good material, was bent into a ball in Old Man Zao's hand, and then crushed into a handful of powder by him.
"Hey, dear grandson, is grandpa awesome?"
The bad old man was so proud that I rolled my eyes, but when I saw him about to jump up onto the competition platform, his foot slipped and he fell to the ground. He almost fell like a dog eating shit, and finally showed what he had just done.
His image of a superior person was thrown into the clouds.
"Damn it, who built the stage so high? Don't you know, old man, that I'm afraid of heights?"
The bad old man patted his butt, and under the eyes of everyone, he walked up the stairs from the side honestly. I was surprised and thought, this is only half a meter taller than the test bench. You can crush someone's crutches into powder.
, still can’t jump up? It’s like hell!
The bad old man came up to the stage and walked up to me. He looked at me for a while, his eyes full of affection. He spat with his rough old hands and touched me vigorously. He nodded while touching me.
He boasted: "My old Chen family has good blood. Look at these shoulders, tsk, tsk, and look at this handsome face, it's just like me back then..."