Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

"Beast, let go of my daughter—"

Qian Qiguang screamed, but it really shocked Han Daqin and his assistants present, only to see him lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face blue.

The two of them opened their eyes instantly, and they didn't even dare to take a breath.

The anger churned in Qian Qiguang's chest, as if a boiler with excessive pressure was about to explode. He squeezed into a ball with his facial features, immediately rolled up his sleeves and rushed up. At the moment when his blue veined right hand was about to meet the middle-aged man, the other party suddenly turned his head, pale skin, scarlet eyes, sunken eye sockets and bridge of nose, red lips...

He sneered: "Anyone who can't help himself."

His defiant confidence comes from his experience of kneeling down and begging for mercy some time ago when the goddess Song Zhixue (Qian Qiguang's old classmate) invited.

Qian Qi barefoot for an instant, taking a step back in a conditioned reflex, without a trace of panic rising on his face: "You, you..."

Hearing the movement, the little girl followed the middle-aged man’s sight and saw someone coming, her eyes lit up: "Dad, you came back from a business trip?"

Hearing this, Qian Qi's nose was sore, and he almost shed tears.

Fortunately, Qian Qiguang still remembers that there is business to do. He endured the soreness in his heart and said anxiously: "Xiaowen, the guy next to you is not a good person. Come to my father, and my father will take you to the playground, OK? it is good!"

"it is good!"

The little girl’s attention was all focused on the phrase "Dad will take you to the playground." She cheered, raised her foot and walked towards Qian Qiguang, and then the middle-aged man grabbed her hand.

The little girl was in pain, raised her head to look at the middle-aged man, pouting, and said with a little dissatisfaction: "Uncle, you hurt me."

The middle-aged man looked into her eyes with a faint light flashing in his eyes, and then said in a seductive tone: "Xiaowen, you are wrong, he is not your father, you forgot, your father is now abroad I'm on a business trip, how could I be here!"

The little girl looked confused, and it took a while to come back. She said blankly, "Isn't it Dad?"

As she said, she turned her head to look at Qian Qiguang. The familiar face in her impression turned into a dirty old man. There was a scar on his face, which spread from the corner of her mouth to the eyeball of her right eye. Flesh and blood.

"Ah—" the little girl exclaimed, hiding behind the middle-aged man, crying in her voice: "Uncle, I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, uncle will protect you." The middle-aged man looked at Qian Qiguang and smiled sullenly with a smug expression on his face.

Qian Qi's face became stiff, and at this moment, Meng Zezhi's voice came from his ear: "Don't panic, call your daughter's name, don't stop."

Meng Zezhi's voice was too calm, or he was anxious to rescue his daughter, Qian Qiguang instantly calmed down.

He looked at the little girl with a serious face: "Xiaowen, don't believe him, he is not a good thing, I am a father, Xiaowen..."

"Dad?" The little girl blinked. It was indeed her father's voice. She cautiously poked her head out of the middle-aged man, and the person on the other side turned back to a familiar face.

——Here is her dream, what she believes will naturally come true.

"Xiaowen, he lied to you, he is not your father," the middle-aged man looked at her at each other: "He is good at changing shapes, and then tricks children out of the devil who eats them. If you don't believe me, look again—"

As he said, he stretched his finger in Qian Qiguang's direction, and the little girl followed.

Sure enough, Qian Qiguang turned into a demon with long horns, a hideous face, strong muscles, and a height of nine feet in the eyes of the little girl.

As a result, the little girl is even more afraid.

Qian Qiguang was anxious: "Xiaowen, how could I be a devil? I am your father. You forgot. I promised you. When I come back from a business trip, I will bring you Barbie dolls... Now I have Barbie dolls. Bring it back, there are still two sets, you can play with Xiaoli..."

Xiaoli is a good friend of the little girl.

"Really?" The little girl's attention shifted to Barbie in an instant. She poked her head from behind the middle-aged man, and Qian Qiguang returned to his normal appearance as expected.

"Really, really." Qian Qiguang said hurriedly.

"Don't listen to him," the middle-aged man forcibly broke the little girl's face and asked her to look at his gloomy eyes...

In this way, Qian Qiguang and the middle-aged man argued and cheated one by one. After repeating this several times, the little girl was completely confused. She wanted to find out if Qian Qiguang was her father, but she didn't want to think about it, the more her head hurts. With a pale face and holding his head, he couldn't help but cried out: "Stop talking, I'm so uncomfortable, Dad, save me..."

Because of her emotional instability, even the entire space shook violently, and the passing people were instantly annihilated, leaving only an empty playground.

"Xiaowen——" Qian Qiguang was sweating profusely when he saw this scene, he could only shut his mouth.

The middle-aged man looked smug, he didn't have much abilities, that is, he was able to master this psychedelic technique.

Just ask which parent in the world doesn't care for the child, see that the child is uncomfortable, and must not honestly disarm and surrender at his mercy.

He recalled carefully, how did he deal with the old goddess back then?

The old goddess, like Qian Qiguang, managed to enter the little boy's dream. Since it is a little boy's dream, everything that happens in the dream is naturally controlled by him. After the little boy believed his words, under his instigation, he insisted on using the Manchu Ten Great Tortures on the old goddess.

When they had enough fun to let the old goddess go, the old goddess' spirit was already thinner by three points.

He thought it would be more interesting now how to torture Qian Qiguang.

Up to the knife mountain, down to the pan?

Still pumping the bowels, or becoming a human being?

So that's it--

Meng Zezhi had a battle in his heart.

He cut Qian Qiguang's wrist with a knife, and took a puppet with a sword from Han Daqin's hand and placed it under the wound. After a while, the blood soaked the grass man.

He put the grass man on the white line connecting Qian Qiguang and the little girl's index finger, and said: "Mr. Qian, try again one last time, quickly—"

Qian Qiguang looked hesitant, he naturally believed in Meng Zezhi, but his daughter looked really uncomfortable...

"Mr. Qian, do you think about what it would be like if Qianjin fell into his hands?"

Qian Qiguang's face was ashen, he said to himself in his heart, try again, one last time.

"Xiaowen, I am my dad. As long as you come to my dad, my dad promises you never to leave you alone at home in the future," Qian Qiguang couldn't help crying, "I'll accompany you." Playground, pick you up to and from school, attend your parent meeting, and make you a nutritious dinner every day..."

"Really?" The little girl looked pale and raised her head to look at Qian Qiguang.

"Really, really," Qian Qiguang said hurriedly: "If I don't do it, let me become a Trojan horse. Xiaowen can ride as he pleases."

The little girl believed, and then the middle-aged man pinched her chin again: "Xiaowen..."

At this moment, I only heard a cold drink: "Mr. Qian, throw out the things in your hand."

Before he finished his words, Qian Qiguang's palms rose, and he subconsciously threw out what appeared in his hands.

The moment the puppet let go, only a golden light flashed by, and a golden armored guard appeared in Qian Qiguang's field of vision.

Immediately afterwards, the spear in his hand pierced in the direction of the middle-aged man.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to meet the eyes of the little girl, a sharp blade lay before his eyes.

"What?" The middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment.

In the next second, the golden armor guard flipped his wrist, and the spear head swept across at the middle-aged man.

"what--"

The middle-aged man who couldn't react was directly cut his eyes by the gun blade and flew out.

Qian Qiguang took the opportunity to step up, hugged the little girl, and backed away.

Without hesitation, the golden armor guard flew up at the middle-aged man.

When did the middle-aged man ever see such a battle, he was stabbed with a long spear if he couldn't reach it.

"Ah..." The middle-aged man wailed in pain, his nose covered with blood and tears, as if he had caught some life-saving straw, he shouted: "Xiaowen, help me, uncle, I'm about to die!"

The little girl subconsciously looked at the middle-aged man, and then faced a hideous, **** and teary face.

"Ah—" she screamed, and buried her head in Qian Qiguang's arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad is here!" Qian Qiguang turned his body and turned his back to the middle-aged man, not letting the little girl look at him.

The golden armor guard stepped on the middle-aged man's chest with a stab, and he drew the spear from the middle-aged man's stomach.

"Ah!" After a scream, the middle-aged man was incoherent and begged: "Xiaowen, save uncle, you forgot, uncle played with you for so many days, you said, uncle is your good friend ..."

Hearing this, the little girl's heart moved, and an iron wall guarded the middle-aged man strictly.

Seeing this scene, Qian Qiguang became anxious and said repeatedly: "Xiaowen, didn't you say that the school will organize autumn outings in two days? Dad will go with you, OK?"

The little girl's attention was really attracted by Qian Qiguang's words: "Okay."

"What did the teacher say to prepare?" Qian Qiguang asked again.

The little girl squeezed her fingers: "Water bottle, paper towel..."

Before the middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief, the next moment, after the harsh metal sound, the blade of the gun pierced the iron wall and applied it impartially to his neck.

He shouted for help: "Xiaowen, Xiaowen——"

"...And jelly, potato chips, cola..." the little girl said slyly.

"Good, good," Qian Qiguang promised, "I will take you to the supermarket later, okay."

"Okay." The little girl cheered.

The gun blade slowly left the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man looked desperate, knowing that he couldn't count on the little girl. He panicked: "No, you can't kill me. I have never harmed anyone. If you kill me, you will definitely be condemned by God..."

There was another piercing metal sound, and the spear pierced without hesitation with the momentum of thunder.

The middle-aged man looked unbelievable, the boss with his mouth opened, his body turned into ashes a little bit.

How could this be?

He thought chaotically.

This is completely different from what he envisioned.

I had known that I shouldn't have coveted the offering made by Song Zhixue, and changed my goal to a little girl.

Meng Zezhi said in a cold voice, "I don't know what to do if I'm dead. It can be seen that it is dirty to the bones. If I let you go, I will worry about whether you will be condemned.

Afterwards, Qian Qiguang learned that when this villa area was built, there had been a murder case. A cement worker’s young daughter was molested by the contractor’s brother-in-law, who was also a middle-aged man, because of her good looks. After the cement worker knew, Angrily, while he was drunk, he pushed him into the cement mixer and died on the spot.

The boss of the construction company feared that the houses in the villa area could not be sold after the incident spread, so he spent a lot of money to suppress the news.

And the place where the middle-aged man died was the little girl's bedroom in this villa.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Meng Zezhi.

"Xie Daochang, life-saving grace, nothing in return," Qian Qiguang looked grateful, took out a bank card and stuffed it into Meng Zezhi's hand: "Be careful, it's no respect."

Meng Zezhi accepted it with peace of mind. He said, "Mr. Qian can rest assured that the memory of this time in Qianjin's mind has been erased by me, so it will not have a bad influence on her."

"Thank you more, and thank you more." Qian Qiguang's face was even more grateful when he heard this.

In the future, he will take good care of his daughter and prevent her from being hurt any more.

He has to make all the people who harm her daughter pay the price. The construction company is one. As for Song Zhixue, don’t think that Qian Qiguang is good for bullying. Although his family is abroad, his sacked dad is not still in prison. Anyway, if he finds the right way, he naturally has thousands of ways to make him die.

Thinking of this, Qian Qiguang's eyes flashed a sharp look.