Demon King Dad

"Who are you... on earth?! Why... attack us!"

When the man saw his wife's pain, his heart was twisted. He shouted hoarsely.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the cloak. He walked to a position where both of them could see him, leaned slightly, and said, "Please allow me to introduce myself first. My name is "Lock". I am the leader of the "Key" organization."

"The key... the lock...? I don't remember offending you... I shouldn't have my wife! I haven't even heard of your organization! Why... Suddenly poisoned us... Destroyed our home, killed my parents, and hunted us down?!"

The cloak man did not immediately answer. His eyes moved slowly over the two of them. After scanning, he seemed a little disappointed and said, "I didn't chase you down. As long as you are willing to hand over the things, I will apologize to both of you immediately, and then ask the best doctors to treat them. But, five days. I just came to visit and express my intentions before, and the two servants and servants immediately faced each other. I was just defending myself."

"Self-defense?! You ran over on the day of my wife's delivery and said... You want me to give you my newborn son. Is this called self-defense????!!!"

"Yes." There was a sneer at the corner of the cloak man's mouth. "I don't see the two of you at all. The importance of your son to our organization. He is a holy son and a very important part. In order to compensate, I even He also brought a lot of rewards. But the two of them didn't appreciate it at all."

The man vomited a mouthful of blood, and he cursed: "Shit! What saint son, I don't understand what you are talking about!"

"Of course you don't understand. In fact, the term'Holy Son' is not correct enough. It should be called'Kingfisher'."

"Kingfisher? What do you mean!"

"Hehe, you don't need to know. Tell me now, where is your child? Also, where is your family sword?"

The man sipped the cloak and said nothing.

The cloak man's complexion sank slightly. He turned around, strode to the woman's face, and waved his hand gently. Four people walked around again, grabbed the four spears that nailed the man to the ground, and stabbed in again fiercely.

The man let out a scream, the wound that had been frozen by the ice and snow broke again, and his body began to twitch, appearing very painful.

Seeing her husband's misery, the woman closed her eyes and couldn't bear to look again. She cried, and tears ran across that beautiful face, turning into ice crystals as it dripped into the snow.

"Well, good wife. To reduce your husband's pain, please tell me where your children are now. Where is the sword."

"No! Lan, don't tell him! Absolutely can't say it! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Two more spears pierced from the man's shoulder. His body is like fragile foam plastic, unable to stop the cold spear from piercing.

The man in the cloak grabbed the woman's hair, opened her eyelids, and forced her to look at the pain of her husband.

"Come on, tell me. Tell me where the child is. You are still young. Although you are strong in terms of strength, you are still just newly married couples in terms of age. Did you see? Where is your husband? It hurts, but as long as you tell where our son is, you can save your husband."

The woman closed her mouth tightly, seeing that there were more and more spears on the man, and the penetration position was getting closer and closer. Her heart is broken, and her heart hurts more than the pain she has endured...

"Come on, speak up. Then give me the Son of God. Although you will lose this first child, what you still have is the capital and time. You can also give birth to a second and a third. You can do it at any time for the sake of the difference. Isn’t it too wrong for the child to give up the lives of himself and her husband?"

The man in the cloak spoke smoothly and peacefully, full of allure. The woman's lips were trembling, and her will was about to collapse. Finally, she slowly opened her mouth...

"Don't tell me! Lan, that's our child, I will never give my flesh and blood to anyone!"

More than ten spears had been nailed to the man's body, but he still yelled out loudly. It was the man's cry that made the woman finally make her final determination.

"Asshole, I will never leave the child to you... Go to hell!"

The woman scolded the first **** in her life. She also spit out the last sip of water and sprayed it on the cloaked man's face.

The cloak man's hand loosened. He stood up straight, no more meekness in his cold expression. At this moment, the woman knew that the last moment for herself and her husband had finally arrived.

"Byron... if there is another life... I will still be your wife..."

"Lan...Lan...! Lan——!!!"

With a wave of the cloak man’s hand, the two celebrities stepped forward and slammed their swords into the hearts of the couple...

The dark blizzard was still blowing, and the crystalline snowflakes flew up into the air with red liquid. In the alley, everything is quiet...

After the members of the key had cleaned up the corpse, several higher-ranking men walked in front of the cloaked man, knelt down, and waited for instructions. The man in the cloak groaned for a while, and immediately gave the order.

"The two of them had separated from our investigation net after entering Sennag, so they must have hidden the Son and the sword. To investigate the city, as long as there is a newborn baby, regardless of gender, give it to me. bring back."

"But..." a subordinate asked, "Respected master, didn't that swordsman say that their children are male?"

"Huh." The man in the cloak sneered, raised the skull of his left hand, and played with it carefully. "He said that a son is a son? Why can't he be a daughter? Find me. If you encounter resistance, you will kill you without mercy."

"Yes!"

With a response, the subordinates immediately scattered around with me and started looking for their holy son.

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The outside voice...lightened.

The noise gradually disappeared, leaving only the clatter of snowflakes against the lid of the trash can.

The little beggar suffocated his breath, still shrinking in this rancid trash can. It's humid, dark, and cold here. But it is extremely safe. He won't rush out until he is sure that there is really nothing wrong outside.

Time, ta, ta, ta...

It is late at night now. The darkness outside had swallowed all the light, and there was no more movement. After a while, even the sound of snowflakes beating on the lid disappeared.

The little beggar didn't know if the snow had stopped outside, or if he had almost reached the limit. His feet are stuck in the sewage, and the cold has frozen his feet into frost.

How is that little baby girl?

The little beggar lowered his head and gently pulled the cloth covering the baby girl's head with his teeth...

Is it because of the cold? Her face turned red again. After a little hesitation, the little beggar lowered his head and touched the baby girl's forehead with his forehead...

It's hot.

She has a high fever again.

The little beggar looked at the baby girl in his arms coldly. At this moment, his heart had become extremely calm. He knows what he should do at the moment, he should immediately throw the sick baby and go back to his home. I brought this little baby girl here just now for some reason, but even the idiot knows that it is impossible for him to run around with this baby girl.

Thinking of this, the little beggar's left hand, which held the baby girl tightly, began to loosen slowly. Throw her into that garbage dump...

"Woo..."

………………In the silent trash can, there was a slight whimper, but it seemed so loud.

The little beggar's hand was about to be released. Is it because of leaving the warm embrace? The eyes of the little baby girl slowly opened at this moment...

green.

She has a pair of green, but immature eyes.

These eyes looked at the little beggar very weakly, and she only knew how to look at him like that, who didn't know anything.

"call……"

Breathe gently, as if there is nothing weak. The baby girl's forehead was already hot, she closed her eyes wearily, and fell asleep again. But compared to just now, she was about to leave the little beggar's arms and was buried alive by him in the depths of the garbage dump, but those little hands tightly grasped the baby, her small body, shaking...

Hand, stopped in the air. There was no emotion in his cold eyes. Time is still walking, and the wind and snow outside are still blowing...

Ten minutes passed again.

The little beggar's eyes passed through the gap in the lid of the trash can, always observing the movement outside. His left hand was curled, holding a baggage that he shouldn't have been holding tightly. And in the middle of that baggage, there was a very slight breathing...

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It seems safe.

The little beggar's feet were frozen with a piece of smelly water. The legs have completely lost consciousness. If you don't leave, you will really freeze to death.

Facing the blizzard, the little beggar raised his right hand... only then did he realize that he had been holding something on his right hand.

The danger just now made him forget this thing, but now he has a few seconds to observe it. Through the snow light reflected from the trash can, the hilt of a sword was heavily locked by a chain, and it seemed impossible to pull it out, and the scabbard was almost longer than the black long sword of the little beggar’s body. Before his eyes.

The little beggar stared at the sword coldly. After three seconds, the eye is over. He doesn't need this easily exposed weapon, so he decided to sell this sword tomorrow. As for the man's exhortation, the little beggar didn't take it seriously.

Yes, he doesn't care about it at all...

"Chuck."

A soft sound came from his right hand when the little beggar was about to push the lid of the trash can. Immediately after...

The pain began.