Alien Executioner

"Just kick me if you want to. I can't help it." Anya's smile suddenly changed and she looked at her father coldly.

"Now that I can prove that you are Bagshas, ​​then... please, father, go and die."

"why?"

"You spied on me and my sister... In short, you saw things you shouldn't have seen."

"Let me make it clear first, it was only once. I don't have a fetish for watching reproduction. I'm not interested at all." An Mochen's reaction was calm. "And I didn't see it clearly that time. An Xin protected you very well. Her tentacles covered you like a wall."

"How can I trust you?" Anya asked suspiciously.

"I don't have to lie, right? I am your great father! Doing those despicable things is not in keeping with my status."

An Mochen shook his head nonchalantly, then he remembered that he had a cigar between his fingers and had not had time to take a puff after lighting it.

He took a deep breath, trying to make up for what he had not breathed in the previous few minutes, and then he choked and his face turned red.

Anya held her forehead helplessly.

"Ahem, so I didn't lie to you... ahem... ahem..."

An Mochen laughed while coughing, "But... cough cough... why was it you who was being yelled at at that time... you were the one being yelled at? Can you do it?"

Ling turned around suddenly and rushed towards the girl, stopping Anya from taking out the Death Seeker aggressively, pulling her skirt and yelling:

"Don't get excited, Miss! Don't get excited! He is your father! If you kill him, you will have no father anymore! Calm down! Calm down!"

"Calm down! This is not your fault!" An Mochen also "persuaded" appropriately: "Of course people fail once or twice! But if you fail every time, it means you are not cut out for it. There is no need to try again. This is a destined result! This is not your fault!"

Anya broke free from the bell and rushed towards her father with the sickle in hand.

Ling closed her eyes, and a gust of wind swept through the entire hall. After a few seconds, the expected scream did not appear.

Anya stood in front of her father and retracted the sickle.

An Mochen shuddered. He didn't expect his daughter to be serious about it. The cold wind just now was enough to cut off the soul.

He touched his body randomly and found no wound.

Half of the cigar slipped from his hand.

"Father, please try to smoke less. Your health has always been poor." Anya took the remaining half of the cigar from the man's hand and threw it on the ground.

"I don't want to lose you too soon."

Chapter 527: Fight among Ghosts (Part )

"Oh, I'm glad you said that."

An Mochen was a little at a loss. He actually liked the way his second daughter was now. Apart from thinking that she was a little sinister, she was still his daughter after all.

As a father, being cared for by his daughter is of course a very desirable thing, but his daughter came here to call him to task, and the slash just now was a reminder.

"An Ran, do you want to sit down? Your skirt should be longer. Your calves are showing." An Mochen is very good at diverting attention.

"I still hope that father will call me Anya at this moment." Anya lowered her head subconsciously, "I think this is long enough."

"If you want, you can ask your elder sister to teach you the lady etiquette of the An family. In the past, the beautiful girls of the An family all wore long skirts and dressed up to attend banquets like big white flowers. In other people's words, it was..."

The father laughed, "Mopping the floor, hahahaha. Anyway, the tradition of the An family is still quite old-fashioned. We don't like girls who show too much flesh. But that's all in the past. Do you want to give it a try? Anya?"

"No, I think this is good enough. I don't want to study lady etiquette. It's not suitable for me." Anya's face darkened.

"Then what are you suitable for now? Study to be a nobleman? When will you be one? Listen to your father's advice, the nobleman is not suitable for you." The father's expression was sincere and solemn.

Anya silently picked up the ashtray on the table.

"Hey, my daughter, don't always think about beating up your dad. If I'm dead, I guarantee you'll be the one who suffers." An Mochen quickly reached out and grabbed his daughter's wrist, then took the ashtray. "I'm telling you, you might cry the most at the funeral. Don't I know you?"

"What do you know?"

"Look, the little girl is angry. Before I had three daughters, I was a father of two daughters. Don't you know what the little girl is thinking?"

The father laughed frivolously:

"You are a girl at heart, a powerful and strong girl. You are always surprisingly fragile at heart and will always surrender to someone who is stronger, more mature and more attractive, whether it's a man or a woman... Most of them are women of the same sex, just like the relationship between you and your sister."

Anya silently took off one of her shoes and threw it at her father's face.

"Okay, okay, I won't say any more. I won't say any more. You, girl, always want to kill your father, which makes me, an old and lonely father, feel very sad." An Mochen took the shoes from his daughter, shook the special black shoes, and bent down to help her put them on.

Anya was stunned for a moment.

"Well, come on, don't get angry all the time. If it's just to cover up your inner weakness, pretending to be angry and strong won't do any good. Instead, it will develop your extreme personality and make you even more chaotic, which will give Naya an opportunity to take advantage of you."

My father said earnestly, and he sighed:

"Like a yandere, I don't want my daughter to become like this, otherwise it would be too bad. I have actually always known about your situation, but I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"I didn't even think about asking you to help me." Anya sat back on the sofa. "As for my personality and stuff, this is my own business. It has nothing to do with you."

"I'm so sad when you say that." The father suddenly became disappointed. "I was hoping that you would act like a spoiled child and seek help, or refuse like a tsundere. As a father, I don't have the joy of facing my daughter at all."

"If you have such a fetish, you can find An Xiao. She is very good at acting like a spoiled child, not me." Anya was a little overwhelmed. If Ling had not been in the hall, she would have beaten this man no less than five times.

It turns out that the real reason why the butler followed in was to help the head of the family, fearing that the second young lady would really do something out of line.

When Anya opened her sickle and swung it, Ling had already reached for the gun. She knew that such hot weapons would be useless against monsters, but she could still give some appropriate warnings to calm the other party down. Fortunately, Anya had never been a playboy and knew her limits.

In the past, An Ran had always been one of the world's top noblemen, and the title of the only male heir of the An family was like the scorching sun.

But in the upper-class society, the three words "Mr. An" were a very strange name. Except for eating and drinking, he behaved like ordinary people at all other times: low-key and mature. He never made enemies and hated everyone equally.

"How can you say that?" The father said seriously, "You are also my daughter, right? It wasn't before, but at least it is now. I have to treat each of you equally, you and An Xiao. I have to distribute my father's love to you equally."

"Oh, father, you are awesome." Anya sneered and gave a thumbs up. "I like your tone of asking for a beating, but it's hard not to do it. It's really unfair to your children that you can chase after mother."

"Don't try to trick me. It was your mother who pursued me. I was a famous socialite in the past. The people who pursued me ranked first."

"Father, although I don't know what you think, I personally think that socialite is the best way to describe a woman." Anya frowned.

An Mochen's eyes flashed with panic, "Anyway, dear daughter, don't be angry with your father. I didn't mean to lie to you. Come on, call me daddy."

The middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair shouted at his daughter to call him daddy. The key point was that the word "dad" coming out of his mouth was unpleasant to the ears and eyes. Anya wanted to cover her face, but fortunately there were no outsiders in the hall, otherwise they would have denied the relationship without hesitation.

"Come on, call me daddy." An Mochen laughed.

"Father, only when I face you as your son will you be a little more normal."

"No way, I think I've always been normal. Everyone thinks I'm normal and there's nothing wrong with me." The father was beaming with joy.

"Because you are the head of the An family, no one dares to think that you are abnormal. So please, Dad, can you leave me alone? I regret coming to find you and wasting time chatting with you." Anya stood up tiredly, having failed in front of her father again.

"That's right. Just because I am the head of the An family and a powerful person, everything I do is right." An Mochen's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"I may be a psychopath in your eyes, but I cannot let outsiders think so. They dare not, because we are all monsters."

"Keep going!" Anya grasped the point.

"Wow, wow, my long-lost baby daughter doesn't call me daddy, and I feel like there are ants crawling on my body." The father pulled out a silk scarf from his pocket, pretended to wipe his tears, and secretly moved a little to observe his daughter.

The girl's face turned red with anger. In fact, she had just called this man "Dad". It took a lot of determination to say it out loud, but he didn't hear it.

Seeing his daughter's hesitation, An Mochen finally broke the deadlock with a smile. He would never let his daughter get embarrassed.

"I'm just teasing you. If you don't want to, forget it. The nickname of father is too serious. I don't like it very much." He picked up an empty glass from the table and turned it upside down.

Inside the cup, there was nothing, and then gradually a bloody mass of flesh began to swell.

Scattered until the entire cup is filled.

Countless small tentacles, like nine fins and eyeballs, tried to get out.

That is Bagsas.

Chapter 528: Fight among Ghosts (VIII)

Everything that happened in the cup was engraved in Anya's eyes. Her breathing unconsciously became rapid. Her father revealed his identity, and she knew what it meant.

An Mochen put the upside-down cup back on its right side, gently poked the eyes of Bagshas' tentacles with his fingers, and said nonchalantly:

"You are wrong about one thing. Bagshas is indeed me, but I am not Bagshas."

"What's the difference between the two?" Anya stared at the piece of meat sleeping in the cup, then retracted her gaze and looked at her father.

An Mochen seemed like a different person. He was no longer as frivolous as before, and his eyes were more serious than ever before.

He pushed the cup towards his daughter. "It's very different. The only relationship between me and Bagsasus is that I use it. As you can see, it is now in a deep sleep."

Anya observed for a long time and found that the piece of meat in the cup had indeed lost its former vitality. Its rhythmic breathing rose and fell steadily, and it had fallen into a state of dead sleep.

She did not doubt what her father said, and suddenly realized that her father was not Bagsas, but used the power of this sad thing to move around in the form of Bagsas. In other words, this sad thing was just a tool of the family.

Then what is the father? Why can he use the power of a dead?

She reached into the cup, pulled Bagshas out recklessly, and played with it in her palm. Seeing this, her father wanted to scold her in a low voice. In the past, Anya was able to bully Bagshas because of her father, but now that her father did not control Bagshas, ​​he was a little worried about the consequences.

Fortunately, the real Bagshas was sleeping soundly, or it could be said that it had long lost its vitality and all its strength.

"How... do you control it?" Anya asked in a low voice.

She didn't actually think about getting an answer, she just asked casually because she was so curious.

This question is actually also a test of the father's true identity. Since he is not Bagshas, ​​why can he control it?

"You have to ask your mother." An Mochen directly passed the question to his wife.

"This is not the answer I like. Does this mean that mother is... terrible?" Anya frowned.

"She is more than scary. You have to understand one thing." The father glanced at Ling and saw that she did not respond, then whispered:

"She is far more terrible than your aunt."

"Xu Yanqian?" Anya just remembered this. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that she is my aunt?"

"I'll never be able to beat your mother and your aunt in my life. Do you think they will let me tell you?" said the father. "I have my own difficulties but I can't say them. An... An what's that?"

"Anya."

"Oh yes, Anya, I also have a lot of suffering that I can't express, Anya." The father covered his chest with grief, "I can't help myself, so I can't help you, otherwise how could I bear to watch my precious daughter suffer?"

Anya was silent for a long time. "Father, you speak as if you have never considered me your son."

"This..." An Mochen took out his cell phone and flipped through the old photo albums, "Take a look at these photos."

Anya just glanced at it and thought it was something important, but it was actually a photo of herself and her sister when they were little. They were a pair of sister-like girls, one strong and the other timid. Ling had already shown it to her at the family banquet.

"I've seen it."

"Do you know why you dressed like a girl when you were a kid?"

"I think it must be someone's bad taste."

"You guessed it right." The old father made a heart shape with his fingers, "That person is me, hahahaha."

Anya remained silent, not because of her father's stupidity, but because of the vigilance behind his bright smile.

The question she asked just now was actually intended to get some information from her father. She wanted to understand whether the reason why she became like this was related to her family, or whether it had appeared when she was young.

But my father avoided the question and circumvented it in a clever way.

If he won't even give a hint, then asking directly is bound to get no answer.

She sighed softly, "Father, I want to know, when I first met Bagsas, was that you too?"

"It was me from the beginning to the end." An Mochen smiled, "I found you a long, long time ago, before anyone else. It was raining heavily that day, and you were running in your tattered coat. You fell and were covered in bruises, and all you wanted was to get away from the An family."

"I... don't remember." Anya's eyes dodged, "But I still forgive you, Dad."

"Forgive me for what? Did I do something wrong to hurt you?" An Mo scratched his head in frustration. "The first rule of being a father is not to let your daughter bear a grudge against you!"

"Tsk, it's Dr. Cat. Now that I know that Bagshas is you, you naturally understand why I'm here. What's wrong with him?"

"Just a poor fellow."

"Between him and Li Fei, who is better for us if he survives?"

"Are you sure that woman is Li Fei?"

"She will tell me the answer with her actions."

……

If there is anyone in this world who is both pitiful and not worthy of pity, it must be Feng Lin.

At least that's what he thought.

He was somewhat surprised that there was a large underground casino in Huacheng. He followed the old gentleman into a hidden back door of an apartment, and went straight to the negative 4th floor through the elevator leading to the underground parking lot.