The Mad King put his head next to Liang Yue and asked her to feel the texture of the mask.
Liang Yue swallowed and nodded.
"If I were my mother, I wouldn't choose Jun Chi! Gu Huaijiu puts on a mask and looks ten thousand times better than Jun Chi. What woman wouldn't want to marry?"
Therefore, the saying "still holding the pipa half-covering one's face" is the truth.
The Mad King raised the corners of his lips and said, "Of course your mother also knows, choose something good-looking."
Liang Yue pouted, tears welling up again.
The Mad King pinched Liang Yue's armpits and lifted her in front of him.
"Silly girl, don't you understand? The Jun Chi your mother met is your father and me! I am your father!"
"ah?"
Liang Yue shook her head, "I don't believe it!"
"Would you like to shed blood to recognize your relative?"
"It's not easy to use, those backward methods are all deceptive!" Liang Yue waved her hand.
The Mad King wanted to take off his mask, but Liang Yue held on to it.
"Don't pick it off, let me look at it for a while."
It’s so pretty too.
Liang Yue poked her finger: "Assuming what you said is true, then you are an impostor Jun Chi. You, the fake Jun Chi, met Chu Ge. Chu Ge thought she liked the real Jun Chi, so the emperor entered into a marriage agreement. When the edict was issued, she didn’t know that the Prince Rui she was going to marry was you, the fake Lord Chi..."
Liang Yue tilted her head: "It seems to make sense!
"Why do you think so? That's how it is." Crazy King rubbed Liang Yue's half-dried hair.
Liang Yue frowned: "Then why didn't you refute the rumor? Why didn't you tell Chu Ziyang?"
"Then you have to ask your mother, she is Chu Ziyang's biological sister, even if you don't tell her, why should I talk so much?"
Crazy dad’s explanation doesn’t hold up at all.
"You two got on the bus first and then paid for your tickets, causing so many people to misunderstand! Crazy dad, don't you want to lose face?"
Liang Yue pointed at herself again, "And me! Do you know how sad I am?"
But the Mad King smiled even more proudly: "Father, when you confronted Jun Chi today, you showed no mercy at all. Aren't you afraid that the person you killed was your own father?"
"Bah, bah, bah!" Liang Yue raised both hands, "It's bad luck!"
"Are you happy this time? It really doesn't look good when you cry. Don't cry again."
The mad king hugged his daughter. He might have really scared her just now, so she was crying so sadly.
"Even if I'm not my biological child, after raising her for so many years, I can still say that I don't want you anymore if I don't want you? How stupid!"
Liang Yue hugged her tighter: "You have such a big heart! I wish you a happy second marriage and a green head as soon as possible!"
"What a small-minded person."
The mad king messed up his daughter's hair and couldn't bear to hit her.
Liang Yue slipped out of Crazy Dad's arms and crawled to the hidden compartment. There was a moon-white brocade dress inside, a color that Crazy Dad would never wear.
There is a silver sword lying next to the clothes. The scabbard is carved with bamboo. The moon-white sword tassel is also equipped with a ring, which is also carved with bamboo.
Liang Yue wanted to reach out and touch the sword, but she didn't dare to touch it. The crazy father had no cultivation now, and this sword was sealed with his past time. Liang Yue didn't dare to touch it, for fear that the crazy father would anger her. .
"you can."
The Mad King seemed to have seen through Liang Yue and gave Liang Yue the answer directly.
Liang Yue couldn't restrain her curiosity and immediately picked up the sword.
The cold sword body carries the breath and taste that Liang Yue is most familiar with, making Liang Yue hold a magic weapon that can kill monsters, but her heart is filled with a sense of security.
The Mad King bent one leg and put an arm on it. He leaned his back against the head of the bed and calmly watched Liang Yue caressing the scabbard.
He did not tell his daughter that even her mother, Chu Ge, had never touched this sword.
"Whoosh!"
The sword body revealed a moon-white soft light, and it was unsheathed.
"He is very happy," said the Mad King.
Just like Mo Xian has his own spirit, this sword also has its own spirit.
"Why?" How can you tell it is happy?
"It recognizes you as me because you are my blood."
Liang Yue tapped the radiant sword with her hand and asked Crazy Dad: "What's its name?"
The mad king was silent for a moment, and then told his daughter.
"Three drunks."
? ?
don't know.
Liang Yue laughed twice and put the sword back into its sheath excitedly.
This is Crazy Dad's sword. He must cherish it very much, so he keeps it closest to him.
Liang Yue put the sword away, but was reluctant to let the crazy father take off the mask.
"Looking at it, can you sleep well?"
The Mad King took off the mask anyway, put it back in the box, and put away the secret compartment.
Liang Yue rested on her crazy father's arm, holding his cheeks with her two little hands.
"Daddy..."
"Um?"
Liang Yue smiled, letting her crazy father take off her little hand, and then put her head against his heart.
"Can you always wear a mask from now on?"
"Can't."
"Just show it to me, please."
Liang Yue felt sleepy as she listened to her crazy father's heartbeat.
After a long time, the mad king replied to his daughter with the word "good".
But my daughter was already fast asleep, almost snoring.
"Who is so arrogant?" The Mad King sighed, "It's getting harder and harder to deceive!"
The mad king originally did not intend to show these old things to his daughter. It was not because he felt that things were different and he did not want to expose his own scars, but because he was afraid.
As the proud disciple of the former head of the Su family, not just one or two demons died in his hands.
When he became a disciple of the Su clan, he never thought that his daughter would become a demon master in the future and would devote her whole life to protecting the demon clan.
But the mad king didn't know whether his daughter was too tired from today's toil, or whether she was too conceited to realize his past identity, and didn't even realize that they were on opposite sides.
Maybe what she has been lingering on today is her own life experience, and she doesn't care about other things at all?
Then when she wakes up tomorrow, will she suddenly realize that her father is actually the same person as Su Ye?
If that were the case, would she run away from home again?
This time it was the Mad King's turn to suffer from insomnia.
The Mad King is not the only one suffering from insomnia tonight.
Xuan Hui put his arms around Ya Yao's neck on the roof of Yusheng Garden. Hua Niang asked him to coax the little loser. When he came to the door, he didn't even know what to say.
Ranran grew up with him. He was still a child at that time. Although his temper had become colder since he was a child, compared with now, his temper was still relatively mild before.
Now he can start a quarrel with the little loser in less than three sentences.
The little waste looks soft and glutinous like a cooked glutinous rice ball and is easy to handle. In fact, as long as you have a little contact with her, you should know that she always rejects people thousands of miles away. In her eyes, they always treat them first. This person weighs the portions, and then puts each portion on the scale to weigh out the value of this person to himself. Apart from benefits, she is not willing to pay more than a word.
Like father, like daughter, it’s all taught by a madman!
Xuan Hui almost lost all the hair on Yao Yao's head. He didn't expect the method of coaxing the child, but the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.
In Xiangdong Garden, Su Ying also stared at her apprentice whom she had not seen for many years.
Su Ying was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a small kitten in her hands, and another squatting on her shoulders. She glanced sideways at her side, and then continued teasing the kitten.
"Kneel down, I haven't asked you to get up yet! The master of the dignified sect doesn't even have this kind of concentration."
