Summer seems to be lamenting the changes of the times and everything is adulterating, not as simple as it was twenty years ago.

He seemed to have something in his words, but no one could tell what he wanted to express.

"My son has fake ones, right?"

Xia Tian raised his head, looked at Xia Zunlong with a smile, and asked.

Xia Zunlong frowned and said, "Xiatian, what do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting, just talk about it casually."

Xia Tian did not inform Xia Zunlong about his and Xia Qilin's analysis report, because it was not the time yet.

If you really want to show off, you have to figure out who he or Xia Qilin is Xia Zunlong's son.

"Summer, I know you hate me."

"I'm sorry for you, either."

Xia Zunlong picked up a chopstick dish for Xia Tian and said, "I am really happy that you can call me out today. This is something I never dreamt of."

"You don't have to be too happy."

Xia Tian said: "I asked you out, maybe it was not what you thought. I want to talk to you and recall the past."

"I see."

Xia Zunlong nodded and said, "Some things that have become a grudge in their hearts will be difficult to resolve. But Xia Tian, ​​I really want to ask, what do you want me to do to call me dad again?"

"hehe."

Xia Tianxiaoxiao, pulled out the Longque dagger and put it on the table.

Xia Zunlong was stunned, as if he suddenly understood something.

"If my life can make you feel better, I'm willing."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Zunlong grabbed the Longque dagger on the table without hesitation and stabbed him in the chest.

"What are you doing?"

Xia Tian was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and grabbed Xia Zunlong's wrist: "What do you mean?"

Xia Zunlong smiled a little desolately, very helpless: "I'm sorry for you. This is the only thing I can give you now."

Xia Zunlong is also a martial artist. Although his wrist was grabbed by Xia Tian, ​​he still kept driving Long Que dagger to his chest.

This is not like a joke. If Xia Tian didn't stop him, Xia Zunlong might have stabbed him in front of Xia Tian.

In fact, Xia Zunlong was also tired. Now that things have come to this point, he doesn’t know how to solve these messes.

The palms and backs of hands are all flesh. No matter which side they rely on, the most painful one is Xia Zunlong.

If he could die, Xia Zunlong would not be afraid of death.

"I did not mean that."

Xia Tian snatched the Dragon Que dagger from Xia Zunlong's hand, and when he passed by Xia Zunlong's arm, he cut it over again.

The sword of Longque dagger was extremely sharp, and it was not even close to Xia Zunlong's flesh. A hole appeared on Xia Zunlong's arm, and blood spurted out in an instant.

Xia Zunlong frowned slightly: "Do you want to use such a wound to exchange for a knife on my chest?"

Soon, Xia Zunlong's frown stretched out, and he thought Xia Tian had forgiven him.

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