Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7242
Suddenly, the driver turned his head and whispered to Qi Huan in the carriage: "Master, there is a situation."

Qi Huan had just finished coughing, he panted slightly and told the driver: "He didn't hide his breath, obviously today he must see me."

Under Qi Huan's instruction, the driver pulled over and stopped under a big tree in front of him.

Qi Huan sat in the carriage, closed his eyes slightly, and quietly waited for the other party's arrival.

A strong wind came from far to near, and in the strong wind, a black shadow swooped towards this side like a dragon out of the water.

The carriage began to shake, the horse's front hoofs were screaming in panic, and the curtain of the carriage was lifted by the wind.

"presumptuous!"

The driver let out a roar, jumped up from his seat, and raised his hands into palms.

"boom!"

There was a burst in the air, and after the loud noise, a huge air flow spread out like a shock wave.

At the same time that the roof of the carriage was overturned, Luo Fengtang also stood firmly on the ground in the strong wind.

But the driver was holding his chest and was knocked back dozens of steps. He leaned his back against the big tree to stabilize his figure.

"Who are you?"

He drew out his sword and pointed it at Luo Fengtang, intending to fight again.

He has followed King Wu for many years and personally protected King Wu's safety, relying on this excellent skill.

His unique skill lies in palm technique, looking at Daqi, and even in this continent, there are only a handful of people who can catch his palm in both black and white.

However, the young man in front of him not only caught his palm, but also bounced back the damage, such a formidable skill, such a majestic force.

This is a formidable enemy!
When the driver was looking at Luo Fengtang, Luo Fengtang didn't look this way at all.

Where his gaze was located was the carriage.

At this time, a hand was stretched out from the curtain of the carriage and waved at him, "You can step back now, let's catch up with old friends."

After the driver retreated, Luo Fengtang straightened his body, staring coldly at the curtain that was blown up and down by the wind.

"Come out, let's meet, Hugh is going to hide in there again!"

Hearing Luo Fengtang's voice, a low laugh came from inside the carriage.

"You bastard, you lifted your daddy's compartment cover as soon as we met!"

"Father? Are you worthy too?"

"Oh, it's up to you whether you deserve it or not, you have my blood flowing through your body, this is an indisputable fact!"

"I bother!"

Luo Fengtang spat hard, "Since you won't come out, then I, my son, have no choice but to ask you to come out!"

While speaking, he slowly raised his right arm, and on his clenched fist, there seemed to be green lightning entwined, making a crackling sound.

"Hey! Your violent temper really follows me. I will come out and I will come out. Don't make things difficult for this carriage."

The car curtain was lifted by a withered hand, and a tall man came down from inside.

He was wearing a gray-black robe. In such a sweltering season, he even had a cloak tied around his shoulders, and the felt hat on the cloak was covered with fox fur.

His thin cheeks were buried in the felt hat, his complexion was morbidly pale, the flesh on his cheeks was so thin that he could hardly find them, and his eyes were almost completely black in the deeply sunken eye sockets.

Luo Fengtang has never seen such dark eyes, as if there is a hole in the eye socket, and there is a dark abyss inside, without bottom.

Inexplicably, a layer of goosebumps appeared on Luo Fengtang's arms, but he was slightly startled in his heart.

Why is dad like this?
This is obviously not right, is this sick?Or was it internally injured?

And he's dressed like it's winter, what happened to him?

Luo Fengtang wanted to ask, but couldn't bear to ask.

Qi Huan stood there with his arms raised, holding a small copper stove for warming his hands.

He didn't speak either, just quietly looked at the son who was taller than himself in front of him.

It wasn't the first time he saw his son, since he heard his son's reputation, he had secretly observed him many, many times.

But it was the first time that father and son looked at each other head-on like tonight.

Qi Huan was in a complicated mood, there was guilt in his eyes, but more relief.

His son is better than him.

Although he is the God of War of the previous generation, he was born in the royal family and has a high starting point.

But his son climbed from the bottom to the top, relying on his own hands to achieve his current achievements.

He is not as good as his son!

"Fengtang, you take good care of your mother, I am very pleased to be a father..."

"Shut up!" Luo Fengtang said coldly to Qi Huan.

"You don't deserve to mention my mother, and I don't have your father either!"

Qi Huan froze for a moment, then stood there with a wry smile in return.

"I know that your resentment towards me is deep. It's my father's fault. I'm sorry for your mother and son."

"You kid can scold you if you want, I won't blame you as a father."

"Curse? A scumbag like you, does cursing work for you?"

Qi Huan was stunned, "What is a scumbag?"

Luo Fengtang frowned: "You don't deserve to know!"

"Well, I don't deserve it, so I won't ask." Qi Huan shrugged and smiled silently.

Seeing that Qi Huan was still in the mood to smile, Luo Fengtang's anger surged upwards.

"You kid caught up, what do you want to do?" Qi Huan asked again.

"I want to beat you up!" Luo Fengtang tried hard to hide, and told the truth about his thoughts.

Qi Huan was surprised again, he didn't expect Luo Fengtang's answer to be so 'unscrupulous', or 'rebellious'.

"Boy, if beating me up can make you feel better, then you can do it, I don't blame you!" The green lightning on Luo Fengtang's fist crackled again.

Qi Huan narrowed his eyes, standing there with no intention of dodging, his thin face was peaceful.

But the guard who retreated to the side, who was the previous driver, couldn't hold back anymore.

He jumped out again and stood in front of Qi Huan.

"Qi Bing, you step back."

"Master, your body..."

"Get out!"

Qi Huan opened his eyes and glanced at Qi Bing.

Qi Bing frowned, put away his sword and stepped aside again.

Qi Huan looked at Luo Fengtang with a calm face: "If I can die under the fist of my son, maybe the sins of my life will be washed away."

"Your mother also gave an explanation."

"Boy, you can do it, dad doesn't blame you, dad, he will be very happy that you helped me find a relief!"

Qi Huan closed his eyes.

Luo Fengtang's face gradually distorted, the lightning on his fist was sparked, his whole body was full of murderous aura, but his eyes were painful and ferocious.

There seemed to be a beast roaring in his body, and every voice was clamoring for him to kill Qi Huan.

The scenes in his mind are all the lonely and deserted appearance of his mother these years, the 34 years of waiting.

It was also the 34 years he was abandoned.

He has been excluded by the children in the village since he was a child. Others say that he is a wild child picked up from outside, a bastard that his parents don't want.

His eyes were filled with blood, Qi Huan in front of him was the man who killed his mother, he committed a heinous crime!
However, the fist was so heavy, he clearly wanted to hit it, but there was a strange force trying to stop it.

He knew that it was the suppression of the part of his blood that came from his father, and the blood of the man he hated the most flowed through his body!

A son kills his father, that's forbid!
(End of this chapter)