Chapter 213: Tang Tang's Daddy

"What are you sitting here doing?"

Xiao Yong walked over, speaking and gesturing, but Tang Tang only grinned hanhan, having no idea what he was saying.

Xiao Yong couldn't help but feel a bit discouraged.

He hung his head in despair and said, "The doctor said you have congenital deafness; it's very hard to cure. If it isn't cured, you'll never learn to speak, Tang Tang..."

Xiao Yong was still a relatively kind child; the more he spoke, the sadder he became.

He felt Tang Tang was so obedient

However, she was equally puzzled: how could her husband have become so gentle, even somewhat cowardly?

The two automatically ignored Qi Xiu's expression and continued shouting and beating, looking as if they were determined, "If I don't kill this ignorant fool today, I swear I'm no longer human."

Lady Xing covered her mouth with a handkerchief; she had already started to believe it. She stumbled to the coffin, examined the bones carefully, and after turning them over, let out a cry: "My kind son..." before fainting.

Everyone else stopped what they were doing to watch the two, feeling deeply moved, of course, except for Fu Xiaoxiao, who knew nothing.

"Baby doesn't hurt, baby doesn't hurt." Xiao An heard Su Xiyan's sleep-talking, took off his shoes, climbed softly onto the bed, pulled her into his arms, patted her gently, and cooed softly to comfort her.

Good food has depth; just as Chen Feng said, a chef must experience the bitterness, sweetness, sourness, and spiciness of life. Only by traveling ten thousand li can one explore the preciousness of good food.

"You've been so ill that you've lost quite a bit of weight; you look much thinner and paler. I just got this a few days ago." As he spoke, a heavy hand suddenly landed on the Sixth Imperial Prince's shoulder. "I say, Sixth Brother, aren't you talking a bit too much?"

"He said it himself, so he'll surely remember; let's not worry on his behalf. We'll hold our troops in reserve; if someone is cornered like a dog, others will come knocking on their own." Shen Jiayao smiled mockingly; she naturally had her own private motives she couldn't tell Yun Xin.

He even began to suspect that the old man behind Chu Feng had never left and was hiding near Chu Feng.

"All Imperial Princes," he paused, "pay respect to Prince Jing." Shen Jiayao tugged on Fang Ziyu and performed the ritual bow properly and respectfully.

The people upstairs had long wanted to surrender, but this depended on Liu Yanzhou's will; who didn't want to live? Besides, returning to Wu Dasong was better than following a puppet.

"Try rolling on the ground for your mother!" Fan Chen stood firm and unafraid; especially seeing Wu Dazhuang's miserable state, her anger flared even more. The young man who had just lost his temper walked over with a cold sneer, obviously thinking Fan Chen was meddling too much.

Zhao Tianyu looked at the person before him; he had calmed down. "Tell me how I killed your brother," Zhao Tianyu wanted to hear the truth of the matter. "Fine, then I'll tell you; I won't let you deny your own deeds; where else could you lie to?" Zhao Tianyu gritted his teeth and listened to the doctor's account.

Luo Ping released three hundred and sixty-five beams of radiance from his body, shooting fiercely toward Yu Xiao's body; in an instant, he imprisoned the opponent, making movement impossible.

Without noticing, his arm was sliced by the opponent's blade; fortunately, soft armor protected him, so he was not injured.

And the sword in my hand, guided by my own hand, chopped straight up. What I saw made me speechless, because I had stabbed him right in the center of his chrysanthemum. The Netherworld Flame King cooperated by letting out a wail of agony, then collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.

The Divine Eagle let out a sharp cry; wherever it went, it was instant kills. Tian Chen did not fall behind; although he lacked a weapon of the Immortal Artifact, his skill was excellent. After one slash, he immediately followed with another.

When they arrived at the manor, hot rice and hot dishes were already prepared. Li Yu ordered the salt goods to be stored uniformly in the public warehouse, then dismissed the volunteer soldiers, keeping only the squad leaders and patrol officers to treat the mountain bandits.

The situation grew increasingly baffling; things are often like this: the more you want to clarify one matter, the more another event suddenly occurs to obstruct your vision and disturb your judgment.