Zhu Zhi was already crying, "Fortunately, he was protected by the Emperor. My son was finally able to kill the Tartars and avenge them!"

"You!" The old man looked at his beloved son and suddenly became furious, "Bastard! The turtle! I'm suffering from the slut! What should I do if you die? If you don't learn well, you have to learn the ancients' fucking face cutting.

.....”

While cursing, the old man looked around, pulled down the cloth shoes on his feet, and whipped them up to his face.

"You are so unkind to your parents!" The old man beat and scolded, "Good face, you're like this! Let's kill you an unfilial son! His mother always shows her ambitions by dying!

Did you give birth to you to death?”

"Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. I'll fight back next time. I'll have to be self-injured? Are you worthy of giving birth to you?"

When he was having sex, Zhu Zhi didn't even hide from the old man's thrust.

Instead, he hugged the old man's thigh and cried, "Father! My son is in Liaodong, and when the war is at its most intense, he is thinking about one thing!"

The old man's cloth shoes paused for a moment.

Zhu Zhi looked up and burst into tears, "My son thought, if I could see you again before I could die in battle, I would be dead without regrets!"
Chapter completed!