The man stood there, his subordinates respectfully holding an umbrella, and another subordinate reported respectfully to him: "Young Master, this man once poisoned his wife and daughter, and he also had 102 people in the village." What he said was not worth noting.

It was very cold at night, and a thunder sounded from time to time in the sky, and the man's tone became even colder: "Kill your wife and children?" He didn't know what he thought of, but his eyes suddenly sank. His eyes looked down at him as if he was looking down at an ant: "Burn him."

"Yes!" Someone immediately executed the order around him.

Next was a nightmare. Those people tied him up, threw him into the room, and then ignited fire outside. He experienced the pain of hell on earth, burning the fire, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream. The feeling really wanted to die immediately...

Later, when he woke up again, he arrived here and accepted a series of "renovation" plans. He had never even seen the person who saved him...

But someone told him something that the man who ordered him to be burned to death was the Night Emperor of Demon Night City.

...

Xiu was awakened from the memories by a burst of crying. He lowered his eyes, and the little girl on his body almost cried into tears. Big tears rolled down from his little round eyes and fell on his hands. The temperature was very hot. She cried and shouted, "Uncle Guigui...bad guy..."

Bad?

There is no way to deny that he is a scumbag born to be bad. He has been disobedient since childhood, has grown idle and has grown to over twenties. Even his own daughter can be used to kill him. Can anyone in the world be found worse than him?

Xiu let out an evil laugh. He was about to speak, and his little hands touched his face. Xiaoxue sobbed and said, "Mommy said... no matter how bad people are... they will love their children... Uncle Guigui... who doesn't want to kill his daughter... aren't it..."

Xiu was stunned and looked at Xiaoxue's face in front of him. The first time she couldn't speak.

His daughter may not be as cute and smart as before, but she once sweetly called him "Dad". He hugged and kissed her, such a vivid little life...

The reason why he made that decision was that he wanted his daughter to live a good life in the future. He did not love his wife, but still had a bloody affection for his children.

Perhaps it was retribution. That day, he locked his daughter in the house, carried a bucket of clean water, and prepared the father and daughter to drink. But when he came back, he saw that his two-year-old daughter was planted in the bucket, and he was already swallowing...

From that day on, that picture became the devil in his heart. He could never forget it anytime or anywhere. Everyone said that he was so bad that he was a scumbag, but he didn't know that the scumbag had the last trace of warmth in his heart.

Countless times he woke up from his dream, and his hands naturally made a hug gesture, but his arms were empty and cold, and the warmth and happiness that had once been close to him had long been ruined by his own hands...

He looked at his hand, but this time he was not bearish. There was indeed a child in his arms, crying, big eyes were watery, and he had never felt sad before.

Are you feeling sad for him

Everyone believed that he was unscrupulous and killed his daughter, why didn't she believe it?
Chapter completed!