"Beast, let go of my daughter—"

Qian Qiguang screamed, but it really startled Han Daqin and his assistant who were present. They only saw him lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face ashen.

The two of them instantly widened their eyes, not even daring to take a breath.

Anger roared in Qian Qiguang's chest, like a boiler with too much pressure that was about to explode. His facial features huddled into a ball, immediately rolled up his sleeves, and rushed up. Just as his blue-veined right hand was about to meet the middle-aged man, the man turned his head suddenly, pale skin, scarlet eyes, sunken eye sockets and nose bridge, red lips...

He sneered: "Another guy who is over his head."

His arrogant confidence came from his experience of kneeling down and begging for mercy when he invited Song Zhixue (an old classmate of Qian Qiguang) some time ago.

Qian Qiguang stepped back for a moment, and took a step back like a conditioned reflex, without a hint of panic on his face: "You, you..."

Hearing the movement, the little girl followed the middle-aged man's line of sight, and when she saw the person, her eyes lit up: "Dad, are you back from a business trip?"

Hearing this, Qian Qiguang's nose twitched and he almost burst into tears.

Fortunately, Qian Qiguang still remembered that he had business to do, he resisted the sourness in his heart and said anxiously: "Xiaowen, the guy next to you is not a good person, come to my father's place, and my father will take you to the playground, okay? good!"

"good!"

The little girl's attention was all on the sentence, "Dad will take you to the playground." She cheered, raised her feet, and walked towards Qian Qiguang, and then was grabbed by the middle-aged man.

The little girl was in pain, raised her head to look at the middle-aged man, pouted, and said a little dissatisfiedly: "Uncle, you hurt me."

The middle-aged man looked into her eyes, a dim light flashed in his eyes, and then said in a seductive tone: "Xiaowen, you are wrong, he is not your father, you forgot, your father is abroad now How can you be here on a business trip!"

The little girl's face was blurred, and it took a while for her to recover. She said blankly, "Isn't it my father?"

As she said that, she turned to look at Qian Qiguang, and the familiar face in her impression became a dirty old man. There was a scar on his face, which spread from the corner of his mouth to the eyeball of his right eye. Bloody.

"Ah—" the little girl screamed and hid behind the middle-aged man, with a cry in her voice: "Uncle, I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid, uncle will protect you." The middle-aged man looked at Qian Qiguang and smiled smugly with a proud face.

Qian Qiguang's face stiffened, and at this moment, Meng Zezhi's voice came from his ear: "Don't panic, call your daughter's name, don't stop."

Xu Shi Meng Zezhi's voice was too calm, or he was in a hurry to save his daughter, Qian Qiguang calmed down instantly.

He looked at the little girl with a sincere expression: "Xiaowen, don't believe him, he's not a good thing, I'm a father, Xiaowen..."

"Dad?" The little girl blinked. It was indeed her father's voice. She cautiously stuck her head out from behind the middle-aged man, and the person opposite turned back to a familiar face.

——This is her dream, what she believes will naturally come true.

"Xiaowen, he lied to you, he's not your father," the middle-aged man looked at her: "He's a devil who is good at changing shapes and then tricking children into eating them. If you don't believe me, look again—"

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of Qian Qiguang, and the little girl followed.

Sure enough, in the eyes of the little girl, Qian Qiguang had turned into a monster with horns on his head, a ferocious face, strong muscles, and a height of nine feet.

As a result, the little girl was even more afraid.

Qian Qiguang was in a hurry: "Xiaowen, how can I be a devil? I'm your father, you forget, I promised you that when I return from a business trip, I will bring you a Barbie doll... Now I have a Barbie doll. I brought it back, it's still two sets, you can play with Xiaoli..."

Lily is the little girl's best friend.

"Really?" The little girl's attention shifted to the Barbie doll instantly. She stuck her head out from behind the middle-aged man, and Qian Qiguang really returned to her normal appearance.

"Really, really." Qian Qiguang said hurriedly.

"Don't listen to him," the middle-aged man forcibly broke the little girl's face and let her look at his dimly lit eyes...

In this way, Qian Qiguang and the middle-aged man argued and deceived each other. After repeating this several times, the little girl was completely confused. She wanted to find out if Qian Qiguang was her father, but she didn't want her head to hurt more and more. With a pale face, holding his head, he couldn't help shouting: "Don't say it, I'm so uncomfortable, Dad, save me..."

Because of her emotional instability, even the entire space shook violently, and the passers-by were instantly annihilated, leaving only an empty playground.

"Xiaowen—" Seeing this scene, Qian Qiguang was sweating profusely, so he could only close his mouth.

The middle-aged man looked smug, he had no great ability, that is, he was able to use this psychedelic technique.

Just ask which parent in the world doesn't feel sorry for their child, sees the child's discomfort, and has to surrender honestly and let him be at his mercy.

He thought back carefully, how did he deal with the old witch at the beginning?

Like Qian Qiguang, the old witch also managed to get into the little boy's dream. Since it was a little boy's dream, everything that happened in the dream was naturally under his control. After the little boy believed his words, under his instigation, he literally used the top ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty on the old goddess.

By the time they had had enough fun and let the old goddess go, the old goddess' soul had already lost three points.

He thought that it would be more interesting how to torture Qian Qiguang now.

Go up the knife mountain, get off the oil pan?

Or pumping the intestines, or become an adult?

I see

Meng Zezhi had a contest in his heart.

He took a knife and cut Qian Qiguang's wrist, and took a sword-wielding puppet from Han Daqin and placed it under the wound. After a while, the grass man was soaked with blood.

He placed the straw man on the white line connecting Qian Qiguang and the little girl's index finger, and said, "Mr. Qian, try again one last time, quick—"

Qian Qiguang looked hesitant. He naturally believed Meng Zezhi in his heart, but his daughter looked really uncomfortable...

"Mr. Qian, do you think what would happen if the daughter fell into his hands?"

Qian Qiguang's face was ashen, he said to himself in his heart, try again, one last time.

"Xiaowen, I'm my father. As long as you come to my father's place, my father promises that he will never leave you alone at home again." Having said this, Qian Qiguang couldn't help shedding tears: "I will accompany you there. Playground, pick you up from school, attend your parent-teacher conference, cook you a nutritious dinner every day…”

"Really?" The little girl looked pale and looked up at Qian Qiguang.

"Really, really," Qian Qiguang said hurriedly, "If I can't do it, let me turn into a Trojan horse, and Xiaowen can ride as she wants."

The little girl believed it, and then the middle-aged man pinched her chin: "Xiaowen..."

At this moment, only a cold shout was heard: "Mr. Qian, throw out the things in your hand."

Before he finished speaking, Qian Qiguang's palm rose, and he subconsciously threw the thing that appeared in his hand.

The moment the puppet let go, only a golden light flashed, and a golden guard appeared in Qian Qiguang's field of vision.

Immediately after, the long spear in his hand stabbed out in the direction of the middle-aged man.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to meet the little girl's eyes, a sharp blade lay in front of him.

"What?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment.

The next second, the golden armor guard flipped his wrist, and the gun head swept away at the middle-aged man.

"what"

The middle-aged man who couldn't react was cut through his eyes by the gun blade and flew out backwards.

Qian Qiguang took the opportunity to go up, hugged the little girl, and retreated far away.

Without hesitation, the golden-armored guard flew up at the middle-aged man.

When has a middle-aged man ever seen such a battle, and he was stabbed in the opposite direction by a long spear.

"Ah..." The middle-aged man wailed in pain, his nose and blood and tears smeared his face, as if he had caught some life-saving straw, he shouted: "Xiaowen, save me, uncle, I'm about to die!"

The little girl looked at the middle-aged man subconsciously, and then faced a grim face with blood and tears.

"Ah—" she exclaimed, burying her head in Qian Qiguang's arms.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Dad is here!" Qian Qiguang turned around and turned his back to the middle-aged man, preventing the little girl from looking at him.

The golden-armored guard stepped on the middle-aged man's chest with a stab, and he pulled the spear out of the middle-aged man's stomach.

"Ah!" After a scream, the middle-aged man was incoherent and begged bitterly: "Xiaowen, save uncle, you forgot, uncle has played with you for so many days, as you said, uncle is your good friend …”

Hearing this, the little girl's heart moved, and an iron wall protected the middle-aged man tightly.

Seeing this scene, Qian Qiguang became anxious, and said repeatedly, "Xiaowen, didn't you say that the school will organize an autumn tour in two days, will my father go with you?"

The little girl's attention was indeed attracted by Qian Qiguang's words: "Okay."

"What did the teacher say to prepare?" Qian Qiguang asked again.

The little girl turned her finger: "Kettle, tissue..."

Before the middle-aged man could breathe a sigh of relief, the next moment, after the harsh metal sound, the gun blade pierced the iron wall and pressed against his neck impartially.

He shouted for help: "Xiaowen, Xiaowen—"

"...and jelly, potato chips, coke..." the little girl said slyly.

"Okay," Qian Qiguang promised, "I'll take you to the supermarket to buy it later, okay?"

"Okay." The little girl cheered.

The gun blade slowly left the middle-aged man's neck.

The middle-aged man looked desperate, knowing that he couldn't count on the little girl, he panicked: "No, you can't kill me, I have never hurt anyone, if you kill me, you will definitely be punished..."

There was another harsh metallic sound, and the spear stabbed without hesitation with the momentum of thunder.

The middle-aged man had an unbelievable look on his face, his mouth was open, and his body turned to ashes little by little.

How could this be?

He thought chaotically.

This is completely different from what he imagined.

If had known earlier, shouldn't covet the offering that Song Zhixue promised, and changed the target to a little girl.

Meng Zezhi said in a cold voice, "I don't know how to behave even though I'm dead. It can be seen that it's dirty to the core. If I let you go, I will worry about whether I will be punished by heaven."

Afterwards, Qian Qiguang learned that there had been a murder case at the beginning of the construction of this villa area. The young daughter of a cement worker was molested by the foreman's brother-in-law, a middle-aged man, because of her good looks. In a fit of rage, while he was drunk, he pushed him into the cement mixer and died on the spot.

The boss of the construction company was afraid that after the news spread, the houses in the villa area would not be sold, so he spent a lot of money to suppress the news.

And the place where the middle-aged man died was in the little girl's bedroom in this villa.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Meng Zezhi.

"Thank you, Daoist, for saving your life, I can't repay it," Qian Qiguang said gratefully, took out a bank card and put it into Meng Zezhi's hand: "Be careful, it's not a respect."

Meng Ze felt at ease, he said, "Mr. Qian, don't worry, I have cleared Qian Jin's memory of this time, so it won't have a bad influence on her."

"Thank you Dao Master, thank Dao Master." Hearing this, Qian Qiguang's face became even more grateful.

He will definitely protect his daughter well in the future and prevent her from being hurt in the slightest.

He also wants to make all those who harmed her daughter pay the price. The construction company is one. As for Song Zhixue, don't think that he can be bullied by Qian Qiguang. Although his family is abroad, his sacked father is not still in prison. Is it right? As long as he finds the right way, he naturally has thousands of ways to make his life worse than death.

Thinking of this, a sharp look flashed in Qian Qiguang's eyes.