Looking through Qiushui, Qin Hao waited for the person he was waiting for.

Qin Ming stared at the innocent and bright eyes, grabbed his head, and said in a slight voice: "Brother..."

"Dad..." Qin Hao licked his dry lips and stood up slowly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

The silver Maybach is covered with heavy snow on a layer of white snowflakes.

The tall man looked at Qin Hao indifferently, with no emotion in his eyes, and said three words coldly: "Failed."

The three words were coldly nailed to Qin Hao's heart.

"The result is that you have not been able to inherit my blood talent. Your existence is just a stain on me."

stain?

Qin Hao slowly raised his head and looked up at the man's face at an angle of nearly 180 degrees. Qin Hao asked, "What is a stain?"

The man's eyes like an eagle looked straight at Qin Hao and said word by word: "As my child, he is a waste, and this is a sin in itself... You are not worthy of being my descendants."

"But... you are my dad..."

"Shut up! You are not worthy of being my son."

Qin Hao slowly lowered his head. Qin Ming's little head seemed to feel his brother's sadness. He moved his body and leaned against Qin Hao a little, looking at the man in front of him angrily.

Flying snowflakes.

An old servant walked out of Maybach, holding a large black umbrella to cover the falling snowflakes for the man.

The old servant watched the two children's hands and feet turn purple, especially Qin Hao's eyes were filled with despair that he shouldn't have at this age, and his breath was intermittent, and he felt unbearable: "Master... it's your flesh and blood after all."

"The stain has no value." The man turned around coldly: "Do it."

The old servant trembled all over.

"Dad...you want to...kill me and my brother?" Qin Hao collapsed weakly to the ground, sobbing and crying.

“The waste has no value.”

The man stepped into Maybach, the car started, and the exhaust gas was frozen in the cold and white smoke came out.

The silver Maybach left the world.

"Brother...Brother." Qin Ming's tender voice sounded.

Huhuhuhuhuhu.

The snow in the sky is getting heavier and heavier.

A man in a straw raincoat approached Qin Hao and his brothers with a dagger: "After the order of his master, we will recycle waste."

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Qian Yilan and Liu Xu quietly looked at the scene on the screen. The two beauties looked at each other. None of them knew that the man who smiled so gently had such an experience... They thought Qin Hao was just a poor orphan, but never thought that Qin Hao was an abandoned child and an orphan abandoned by his biological father.

"What a cruel father! He doesn't even eat his son, and he actually described his biological son as a stain... Damn!" Qian Yilan clenched his fists and looked at Qin Hao on the screen even more pity.

Liu Xu let out a sigh, and for some reason she felt very sad. What exactly did this man bear along the way?

Tea house.

Liu Rushi's two lines of tears slid down: "Brother Qin Hao said that his father passed away when he was five years old... So that's what it is. Is this what is buried deep in Brother Qin Hao's heart and I don't want to recall?"

Unlike Liu Rushi, Song Mangong was paying attention to the man whose face could not be seen clearly... For some reason, Song Mangong also felt a palpitations through the screen. This feeling has only been felt once since Song Mangong entered the Tao, and this time it was even more intense than the last time!

At the same time, as the man stepped out of Maybach, in the land of China, the eyes of several figures were shot out!

"Is it you? Qin Hao is your descendant! I really didn't expect it."

"Haha, you are still as cruel as you were back then. It's indeed your style... I'm afraid you can't imagine that Qin Hao has grown to this point today."

Bai Jingwei stared at the foggy man in a daze. He didn't come back to his senses until he stepped into Maybach and left. His heart was full of twists and turns.

The major ancient martial arts families and even the military headquarters, the big bosses were silent at this moment, and no one knew what they were thinking.

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Huhu.

"Scrap?" Qin Hao, who was only five years old, took a step forward slightly and blocked the young Qin Ming behind him.

"If you want to blame, you blame you for not being able to inherit the master's blood talent. Your existence is meaningless!" The man held the dagger and walked towards Qin Hao.

"I'm not a waste!" Qin Hao clenched his fists tightly and roared.

"Go to hell and talk."

Hiss.

Qin Hao's little hand raised the lime tightly in his hand and scattered it between the man's eyes just right.

"Ah! Bad boy!" The man covered his eyes in pain. He definitely didn't expect a little kid to be so insidious. Who would be wary of a five-year-old child?

"Boy, I want you to live or die later!"

Hissing.

The man's roar stopped, replaced by shrill moans.

Qin Hao closed his younger brother Qin Ming's eyes and told him, "Close your eyes and cover your ears with your hands... Be good."

Qin Hao's little hand just could hold a small dagger and stabbed the man in the leg.

Sketch.

The man collapsed.

Qin Hao tiptoed with the dagger, and the tip of the knife faced the man's heart, and his whole body was trembling. Snowflakes fell on Qin Hao's body and turned into water and flowed down his cheeks.

The tip of the knife goes straight down.

Qin Hao's eyes were scarlet.

"I want to survive, I'm not a waste!"

laugh.

The dagger penetrated the man's heart.

Qin Hao was stunned for a long time until Qin Ming said in a silence: "Brother, brother..."

Qin Hao took a snot, and the childishness in his eyes was wiped out, and replaced by a sense of determination that only adults could have.

Qin Hao took off the man's clothes, put them on his body, and casually changed into a smile and said to the confused Qin Ming: "In the future, we are two brothers left in this world... We are orphans... Let's go, my brother will take you to break into a world."

Since then, Qin Hao has lost his parents in his memory.

In his memory, his father passed away when he was five years old.

Memories about parents are sealed.

The heavy snow like goose feathers is getting heavier and heavier.

Qin Hao held his younger brother's little hand and walked towards the distance, leaving two small footprints in the snow.

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Huhu, the seventh level of death, mirror image!

Qin Hao looked at everything that had happened but was wiped out by himself in a dagger, but he didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, Qin Hao, the little boy holding a dagger's eyes filled with pain, stared at him.

laugh.

The dagger cut through Qin Hao's skin and blood came out.

Qin Hao retreated repeatedly, but the five-year-old self came and roared: "I'm not a waste!"

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Chapter completed!