"Fu Zimo, do you think I am reluctant to kill you?" His voice was sharp and emotionless.
Are you reluctant to part with it? I don't know if there is anything else you can't bear to part with besides Fu Zishu.
He smiled to himself and tightened his grip on the gun.
"Father, why don't we compete... Whose gun is faster..." Before he could finish his words, he had already shot Fu Zishu. A pain shot through his chest, accompanied by a violent tremor in his body. He grinned. Sure enough, sure enough, I was not as good as Fu Zishu in the end. Although I already knew what the outcome would be, why am I still so unwilling? Obviously... It's obvious that I am your biological son... He slumped and covered his chest, leaned against the wall and fell to the ground. He threw away the unloaded gun in his hand, and tears of reluctance poured down...
It's like going back to my childhood. At that time, he often lifted him high above his head, and all he knew in excitement was "Daddy, Dad". At that time he said, Dad, you have to keep holding me up like this. When Dad smiles, when you grow up, Dad won't be able to lift it.
He grinned again as he remembered this. However, those times can never come back. Dad.
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