Wizards of the North

The inner joy of the teenagers did not last long, and the clamor of the three young girls was ended with a scream. The timing was very clever, when the three young girls vomited out of depression and just breathed out. At this time, the aura was exhausted, and the breath was distracted by this suffocation, and the following words could no longer be said.

The three children had grown up and hadn't tasted the pain of flesh and blood for too long, and Vincent began to consider whether to let them have a longer memory. He glanced at his brother-in-law who was pretending to be deaf and dumb. It's no wonder he doesn't face Bran easily, can't say it, can't move, this must be very worrying. Fortunately, his deterrence is still there.

Vincent adjusted his sitting posture a little, and invisible pressure was applied to the three children, which I believe will make them honest for a while. This was the prelude to the preparation of these three girls since childhood. After the meal is over, and when people disperse a little bit, he will let them relive the "warmth" of their childhood. Let them suffer in panic for a while, the past experience will make them slowly remember what fear is. He only needs to maintain the majesty of being a father, and when their excitement and anger subsides, everything will be back in control. This has always been the case, and it will only be his father who will win in the end.

Everyone thought the matter was over, and going on like this would only make the atmosphere more embarrassing. Many people couldn't help but look at their children, the undisguised excitement and admiration, and the unstoppable eagerness. This is a wake-up call. Recently, I have been busy and neglected. At this moment, I don’t know how many people are preparing to relax the children’s bones after dinner...

But things didn't move in the direction expected, Dia spoke again, her voice a little hoarse, "This is how you were since you were young, you have never liked me, never liked us.

I still remember the way you sighed after the three of us had a fight with Lily. You always wanted to have a daughter like Lily. At that time, if you are not convinced, you will find the ballast again, and you will be fiercely beaten again and again, but not once has satisfied you, you only see Lily! Every time you are called together for training after a fight, your eyes only stay on Lily.

We never satisfied you, did we? "

Vincent's momentum faded a little, he did hope to have a daughter like Lily, strong and brave. That's why he pinned this hope on Dia and the others.

Seeing his father's almost tacit attitude, Dia couldn't help raising his voice: "I know, you have never been satisfied, even though we have worked very hard.

I don't want you to point fingers at me again! I have had enough, enough of your every word. I am who I am!

I will prove it to you! "

It was a voice from the heart, and the voice contained firmness and fearlessness. She looked straight into her father's eyes without giving up. Then her two sisters also stood up.

Vincent met his daughter's angry gaze and asked, "How to prove it?"

"I want to challenge you."

Vincent laughed angrily. "By you?"

"Yes, by me! I know I can't match Bran, Lily, or Danny, and there are so many people I can't match.

But you can't match it either! I just want to beat you, prove that I am better than you, and prove that you don't need to point fingers at me. "

...

When the father and daughter stood opposite each other on the martial arts field, Vincent realized that his daughter had really grown up, and was no longer the little girl who could put his hands on his shoulders, nor the mud-stained tomboy.

Seeing the anger and hostility in his daughter's eyes, Vincent sighed secretly, I was all for your good.

The daughter has grown up and no longer needs him, and sees him as a burden. In the sad and disappointed Chinese Sen said: "Be careful."

Dia knocked the sword and shield in his hand and gave a hmm.

Vincent took a simple step to reach Dia, and the knife in his hand chopped out; Dia did not give in and raised his shield to welcome him.

She has learned a lot in the days spent with Bran on the fertile grassland. She saw firsthand how Bran practiced, pursuing every detail in boring repetition.

At this age, she is good at imitating. She has seen how Bran pursues speed and how he confronts the enemy. attack! Constant offense! Suppress the opponent's power through speed and interrupt the opponent's rhythm before the opponent's power bursts out.

At that time, Bran was able to stop the bug, not passive defense, but always keeping offense, otherwise he would not be able to stop it. Although they refused to admit defeat, they kept imitating and referencing secretly. After returning from the trial, she gradually found that feeling and gave up part of her strength to pursue absolute speed.

So Dia successfully snatched it in and blocked the knife in his father's surprised gaze before the power broke out. She knew her father too well, and her martial arts was originally taught by him. Maybe she never recognized the strengths of her father, but she knew exactly what he lacked.

Vincent couldn't help but praise, okay!

Dia looked serious, "Not good enough."

She wanted to take advantage of the trend to fight back, but her father pulled back in time, first knocked away the sword she stabbed, and then kicked the shield to interrupt her attack.

The father and daughter confronted again.

Vincent sighed. His daughter was already a good samurai, and could no longer tease as before.

He reminded again: "Be careful!"

I wanted to deal with each other for a while, but I just realized that I wasn't serious when I played against it. He stepped out again, slashing down with a mountain of momentum.

The long sword collided with the shield, Dia staggered back, and the short sword in his hand was also thrown aside. Vincent followed like a shadow, and the long knife flipped and shot down...

But is it really good to defeat your daughter cleanly in front of everyone? The unbearable heart made Vincent hesitate for a moment.

Dia seized this opportunity and slammed into his father's arms, just like he had done countless times as a child. Only this time his father could not catch her anymore and was knocked to the ground hard.

...

She felt her father protect her in his arms.

She heard her father say: "Okay, very good."

She heard the shouts of the teenagers around her and the sighs of her uncles. Did she win?