Chapter 72 The Dugu Family

General Dugu Wudi returned home full of depression, he was completely confused. When he was in the barracks outside the city, after hearing the sound of the war drums, he immediately returned to the city with his personal guards and rushed to the palace as soon as possible, waiting for His Majesty the emperor to summon him.

He has even given orders to prepare his own soldiers for battle. In the event that Jun Zhantian rebels, in the entire capital, only the army of the Dugu family can protect the emperor and compete with Jun Zhantian's military group!

But His Majesty the Emperor's unusually ambiguous attitude made the monk Dugu Wudi puzzled.

Such a serious matter at the moment may trigger a change in the society at any time, and it is not impossible to even force the imperial palace. But His Majesty the Emperor has only four words: Be calm and don't be impatient! Then he let himself go home to find the old man, and he didn't even let himself go back to the barracks, and he didn't let himself lead troops to do some defensive measures--this was too unbelievable.

Lonely invincible fainted.

A depressed Dugu Wudi returned home, and before he had time to go back to his own courtyard, the first thing he did was to find his father, Dugu Wudi, the old man. utterly embarrassed...

"You are a pig! You bastard! You pulled Lao Tzu out of the bed just for this trivial matter? You unfilial son, disobedient thing, how did I feed you such a trashy snack in the first place, and you are not allowed to claim to be Lao Tzu's son when you go out in the future? , I can't afford to lose this person!"

The old man Dugu was very angry, and the loud voice could be heard in the whole house. The spittle star sprayed his son all over his face, and his fingers were placed on General Dugu's forehead, staggering bit by bit: "You don't need your pig head to think about it. Do you think? What's in your head is shit?! Rebellion? Fuck your mother! I tell you, even if my Dugu family rebels, Jun Zhantian will not rebel! Even if your majesty creates his own rebellion! Jun Laoer I won't rebel! Hurry up and get me back to sleep, I really don't care about you, your kid is a complete pig! Stupid pig! Fuck!"

In the end, he simply kicked the general Dugu Wudi with one kick, and the old man Dugu turned back to the bedroom angrily, and there was a muffled groan in an instant, followed by a voice: "Old man? Who the fuck is he? He's a pig, what the hell are you doing! You have shit in your head?! You're a pig, you're a pig!" Then there was a groan that was forcibly held back... …

General Dugu Wudi rubbed his buttocks, his face full of resentment; he said bitterly in his heart: "Twist this old guy fiercely! He deserves it!"

He returned to his courtyard full of confusion, only to find that the voices were noisy, the lights were bright, the wife and the third-room concubine didn't fall asleep, all of them were full of worry, and when they saw him coming back, they immediately surrounded him. When I asked, I found out that my daughter ran back in the afternoon crying, tears streaming down her cheeks. No one persuaded her. She was locked in her boudoir and has yet to come out. It seemed that she was being bullied.

Dugu Wudi, who was depressed, suddenly became angry with the bullfight. It was really not going well! What? ! In Tianxiang City, there are still people who dare to bully my precious daughter? Look at Lao Tzu to destroy him without an army! Angrily, she led a few ladies into her daughter's boudoir, and she did not shy away from it. After coaxing her dearly for a long time, she finally stopped crying and drank a bowl of bird's nest porridge, and then she felt relieved.

"Who the hell bullied my baby? Tell me, let me go and destroy them!" Dugu Wudi's face was a little grim. Seeing her daughter's eyes were swollen from crying, she couldn't help but feel heartache. A voice in my heart screamed: I'm going to explode!

"Father," Dugu Xiaoyi, who was waiting for his own father, said coquettishly, "You have to decide for your daughter."

Dugu Wudi suddenly felt bad: Could it be that her daughter was being... asked nervously, "Who is it?"

"It's not Jun's family, that stinky boy Jun Moxie! Today he's mad at me! Dad, you must stand up for your daughter!" Dugu Xiaoyi pouted,

Wronged to speak up.

After holding it for a day, Dugu Xiaoyi himself was too much, so he waited for his father to come back and complain, and then asked his father to agree to take a few brothers to beat Jun Moxie and grab the meteorite by the way. She knew that it would be useless to tell her mother about it, and she would neither agree nor dare to agree, so she didn't make up her mind.

After listening to what happened, Dugu Wudi let out a long sigh of relief. It turned out to be the case, not what I thought. Now I can rest assured. Immediately, he frowned, and his head was as big as a fight: "Hehe, good girl, this, if it is someone else, I really don't fear him, even if the prince doesn't open his eyes, I will definitely catch him and beat him to vent his anger. , but this Jun Moxie is not easy to handle now." Of course it is not easy to handle, now even Jun Zhantian doesn't know where his grandson is, can he find it? Even if you do find it, you may not dare to say it! That old thing is completely crazy now...

"Could it be that Daddy is afraid of Mr. Jun Lao? I'm so sad, but I'm so angry!" Dugu Xiaoyi cried again, turned around and turned his face away. I don't know why, anyway, when I think of Jun Moxie's face, I want to hit him, and I get angry in my heart.

"Hey! It's not the sauce," Seeing his daughter crying again, Dugu Wudi was at a loss, and hurriedly explained: "It's really this kid, alas, I don't know if he is dead or alive now, I can't find him, or wait until I find him. Let's go. When I turn around, my father will definitely avenge my daughter! The boy who repaired it well!"

"Ah? I don't know whether to live or die? What's wrong with him?" Dugu Xiaoyi suddenly felt a pain in his heart, turned around and looked at his father with wide, crying eyes, and suddenly felt nervous and a little scared. , what am I... afraid of?

"I heard that Princess Reimu was assassinated this afternoon, and that guy rushed to report something out of his own power. In the end, the princess was fine, but the scoundrel became a scapegoat."

Dugu Wudi was very gloating, but he didn't notice that as he spoke, his daughter's face turned pale, and his little hands were tightly clenched, and he continued to talk: "...a sword in the chest, He was stomped several times in the chest by a Yinxuan killer, and then he was taken away, and he didn't know where he took him; in my opinion, that kid's life is in danger."

Dugu Xiaoyi groaned, dumbfounded. Suddenly, I felt a little empty in my heart. I didn't catch or catch it. I didn't hear a word of what my father said afterward. Even with that voice, it seemed to be incomparably distant and vague...

"Don't worry! If that kid is still alive, I will definitely catch him as a father and let my baby spank him! Smash it, hahaha..." Dugu Wudi smiled happily, only to realize that the expression on his daughter's face was wrong. . He stretched out his big hand and shook it in front of his daughter: "Xiaoyi? Xiaoyi!"

"Ah? Oh;" Dugu Xiaoyi woke up as if in a dream, his face suddenly calmed down, he slowly fell on the bed, and said in a low voice, "Daddy, I'm tired, I want to sleep now..."

"Well, then you have a good night's sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine. For my father, I have to drink some wine to relieve my boredom. Today is really depressing..." Dugu Wudi shook his head and walked out, his nerve lines were infinite. The thick Dugu Wudi didn't realize that something was wrong with his daughter...

Dugu Xiaoyi pulled the quilt and covered himself in it, motionless; he heard his mother say something softly, and several aunts said a few words with concern, but Dugu Xiaoyi didn't say anything at all. Listen clearly, my heart is in chaos, I don't know what I'm thinking, I don't know why, I just want to cry, I just feel a sore nose, a throbbing pain in my heart, and the tears are silent. It poured out more and more, wetting the quilt, and I didn't even know when my mother and concubine left...

Could it be that he, could he be... dead? But...but I, but I haven't...

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