As my father's big slap hit my pitiful head, one after another, he greeted me fiercely and heartlessly, my head hurt as if it was broken, and there was a pain in my two eyes.
After being forcefully poured into two galactic rivers, the silvery little stars kept fluttering and fluttering, and the steaming nosebleeds were like floods bursting from the banks, solid and solid.
The ground covered most of my face, and I couldn't stop the buzzing in my ears.
The sound sounded like it was killing me, and it disturbed my whole heart as if it were surrounded by ten thousand rats.
He scratched it randomly with his claws, and his whole body was really agitated.
At one point, he wanted to throw himself into the ice water immediately, so that he could calm down for a while.
With just a slight shake of my head, a splashing sound of running water was really transmitted to my ears.
After that, my brain was turned into a puddle of water.
My whole body couldn't help being shocked.
I wonder who else in the world has a more miserable fate than mine.
The more I thought about it, the more I couldn't help but feel sorry for my extremely miserable situation, which was simply a "trap".
I felt sad and sad for a while, and at the same time I was madly complaining about my father, who was a snake, a scorpion, a tiger and a poisonous food child. , while drooping his entire face, he couldn't help but cry indecently.
"You're so shameless and shameless, but you can't live like that.
Why can't I see that your backbone is as hard as your skull?"
My father's whole face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he could almost live from the inside.
The thick ink came out, and while rubbing his red and swollen palms, he complained to me very dissatisfiedly.
My father just released his hand that was holding my collar tightly.
I felt dizzy and weak for a while.
I didn't have time to react.
My whole body was like a leaf blown from the branches by the north wind, and there was a wave under my feet.
So soft, he struggled to spin a few times in the air, and then sat directly on the ground.
By coincidence, his back hit the cold and hard wall hard.
There was a sharp pain all over my body that was so strong that I couldn't resist it at all.
Tears burst out like a flood, galloping out from my eyes with the force of thousands of horses galloping, galloping, galloping, and finally, I succeeded.
The ground hung from my eye sockets, two waterfalls flying down three thousand feet.
Tears and nosebleeds flowed wildly.
From the looks of it, the visual impact was really too strong.
While I was trying to be patient, I gently rubbed my head that was so painful that it was about to burst.
I raised my head and looked at my father stubbornly.
What my father had just said was echoing in my ears.
The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I felt.
Finally, I couldn't hold it back and said to my father with a lot of resentment. : "This child's skull has been photographed by you since he was a child.
Now, it can be so hard.
Come to think of it, it should be thanks to you, father.
Besides, father complained that my head is hard.
Could it be that he wants to make me Your head is like a watermelon rind.
If you slap it with an iron sand palm, your hand will be splashed with blood."
It took a lot of effort for me to prepare a big white eye that could pierce the sky.
As a result, before I could throw it at my father, my father's slap, which was wrapped in a gust of wind and extremely cold, landed first. on my face.
I was facing a freshly made red slap mark, with a look on my face that said I had seen a ghost.
I widened my dead fish eyes and stared straight at the thing in front of me, looking horizontally and vertically, looking at it.
What a father who is completely inhumane.
In the end, my father finally couldn't bear my sharp gaze, and slapped me hard on the other side of my face.
He also hated the fact that iron cannot become steel, and said angrily to me: " You bastard, you really can’t spit out any ivory from a dog’s mouth.”
I grinned in pain, but I still yelled at my father very domineeringly, "Didn't my mother say it today?
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I asked you, father, to vomit one yourself and show it to the child."
"You bastard, it seems that I, as an old man, am too indulgent to you, so much so that you don't even know how high the sky is."
"Beating the child to death at every turn, how can this be considered indulgence?
It is clearly abuse."
I prepared a big eye roll again, and successfully threw it at my father, "This is the first time the child heard his mother say I was worried about the idea of remarrying, but now I recall that my mother vowed to the child that after remarrying, she would never hold the child down and beat him wildly.
The child really couldn't help but feel a little worried.
My heart is moved” "You bastard!"
My father was so angry that he stamped his feet.
The next moment, he rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was going to beat me to death.
Moreover, he was not just showing off, he also looked like this.
Did it Even if you beat me to death, I can't understand how much hatred and resentment my father has against me, so that he can be so cruel to me like a beast possessing me.
I knew I couldn't escape from this beating no matter what.
Since there was no way to escape, I might as well just endure it like this.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel relieved.
I closed my eyes tightly and put my feet up.
He looked as if he was ready to die.
I just felt a gust of wind from the palm, but that slap never landed on me.
Could it be that my father’s conscience found out that he shouldn’t have done it?
It was too late for him to do all kinds of cruelty to me, so how could he do it to me?
I have a conscience I pulled my lips and smiled like a self-mockery.
This smile was not serious, and it directly touched the wound on my face.
It hurt so much that my whole heart couldn't help but twitch.
I opened my big, watery eyes, and vaguely felt that there was a tall living person in front of me.
Although I tried to stretch my neck and blinked my eyes, the face of that person seemed to me.
Still can't see clearly, just a blurry mass I rubbed my eyes vigorously with my sleeves, and then tried to take a look again.
As a result, this look was not important, and I actually saw my uncle, whose face was even darker than my father's and smelled bad.
When I think about what my father just said, I completely lost the face of my uncle and his entire Prime Minister's Office that day, and then I think about it, although my uncle is usually shameless, but I am particularly concerned about the glorious and noble image that I have finally established in the eyes of the people after a long period of time.
However, this image , but he was severely pushed down by me after being embarrassed twice.
It must be no different from slapping his old face wildly, or slapping his old face wildly in public.
A person like him is inferior to thousands of people.
People who are arrogant and arrogant and always point their nostrils at others will be more arrogant and will retaliate.
People with a small belly and a strong intestinal gas must have a strong resentment towards me in their hearts.
Wuwuwuwuwu, he has nothing to do without going to the Three Treasures Hall.
He is a dignified Prime Minister who condescended to come here today.
Could it be that he has an appointment with his father and wants to have a mixed doubles match with me?
Thinking of this, I felt bad all over.
I was biting my sleeve with my teeth.
Deep inside I couldn't help but cry like a dog.
My uncle let go of his five fingers, raised his father's hand high in the air, and before he had time to say hello to me, he lowered his hand.
Look at the gloomy look on his face. , could it be that next, it was his turn to use me as a sandbag and beat me to death?
Wuwuwuwuwu, although my uncle is in a high position, he is too greedy for life and afraid of death.
In addition, there are too many enemies.
In order to avoid the tragic ending of being hacked to death with random knives one day. , I have been practicing martial arts for these years, and my whole body is covered with strong muscles.
His body is so strong that he can smash rocks directly from his chest, and he can knock down a hundred of his father.
With his skills, if he were to slap me in the face, I would definitely be stunned on the spot.
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If you slap me on the head, your skull will definitely be shattered into pieces on the spot.
When I think of the white remains after my death, my brain is broken into pieces like tofu and soaked in the dazzling red.
The skull fragments that are broken into glass shards are still stuck on it in pieces, with two eyes growing out of the eye sockets.
Roll to the ground It fell out and pulled out a large section of blood vessel, so I couldn't help but shudder violently, and my whole body was like the leaves on the tree branches shaking vigorously when the autumn wind blew.
It's shaking violently Wuwuwuwuwu, how could I be so unlucky?
How could I be so unlucky?
It’s totally unreasonable.
The more I think about it, the more I feel that I have been too aggrieved in this life, so I can’t help but feel more and more miserable.
Cry more and more fiercely I saw my uncle take a deep breath first, put on a posture of trying hard to suppress the anger that was surging in Rendu's second pulse, and said to his father in a sonorous voice: "The reputation is already gone."
He stinks like that.
Now, it turns out that he has finally found someone willing to marry him.
The girl, and the wedding is just around the corner.
If the brother-in-law beats him half-crippled or disfigures his face at this time, if the girl sees it and becomes picky in every possible way and refuses to marry her, then at that time, Thanks to this little bastard, our family will have to be embarrassed in the capital again."
As long as my face is disfigured, I will be disliked by that girl.
I really want it like this.
I just opened my mouth, and when I saw the fierce look on my uncle's face, I immediately stopped in frustration, swallowed hard, and swallowed the words that came to my throat very strongly.
Go down.
"This bastard is so unbecoming.
If you don't hold him down and beat him to death, he won't have a long memory at all."
The father said helplessly, and it sounded like he was rushing.
With my uncle's complaint against me.
"My brother-in-law has been beating him to death for the past two days.
I don't think he has any memory."
My uncle looked at me from head to toe with unfriendly eyes.
In the end, he didn't forget.
He even added solemnly, "This little bastard, I'm afraid his skin is itchy every day."
"What eldest brother said is very reasonable," my father hurriedly agreed.
These two men used their piercing eyes as sharp as knives to gouge my body hard again and again, making me feel uncomfortable all over.
I couldn't help but shrink back and forth with my whole body.
"Write down this account, this account, and the account above.
When this little bastard gets married, the two of us will discuss how to make his skin no longer so itchy."
Uncle He said through gritted teeth.
"Very good," my father said firmly, staring at me as if he was jealous of me.
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