Dressed as a Villain with Small Breasts, Her Dad Only Dotes on Her

Dressed as a cannon fodder and a concubine, the system told me that I only had 2 hours and 57 minutes left to live. I died suddenly in 996 in my previous life. In this life, I will die suddenly two hours later when I am three and a half years old. The original owner died today. Half a year after his death, the villain's father, whom he had never met before, killed everyone in his family. The villain camp in the whole book is destroyed. OK. Social animals don't know anything else, but hugging someone's thigh is a professional. Dragging my torn skirt and my short legs, I rushed to the front yard and ran into the arms of the man who was filled with evil spirits. He had just dismounted, his black armor was stained by the wind and snow at the border, and the silver mask on his face revealed only a pair of cold, empty eyes. Everyone was kneeling and trembling, no one dared to say anything. I put my arms around his neck and shouted, "Daddy!" The hands that had killed a hundred thousand people were hanging in the air, trembling slightly. Xiao Jin, the Marquis of Zhenbei, had lived for thirty years, and for the first time he didn't know where to put his hands. Later. He squatted in the yard and planted dates with me. Under my pillow I collected bamboo sticks, red rope hair, green grass, and silver hairpins. I raised the first candied haws to his mouth. He lowered his head and bit it, it was so sour that he didn't even frown. "Sweet," he said. The man who had killed 100,000 people had a weakness from then on.