Da Mao was a little confused by Han Zongyuan's words.
Where did this unlucky kid come from?
Why did you not only have to recognize your father in the first place?
Still want to be my Da Mao’s young master?
You have a big face, don’t you?
Are you thinking about shit?
Han Zongyuan was inexplicably excited.
"My biological father is Patriarch Tiezhu! My biological father is Patriarch Tiezhu!"
"If even this dog is so powerful, wouldn't my biological father be even more powerful?"
"Hahahaha! This must be an opportunity for me, Han Zongyuan!"
I don't know whether it was because he was too stimulated or because he saw the terror of Da Mao, but Han Zongyuan seemed a little abnormal.
"You evil son! You evil son!"
Han Wu was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"You bastard! How could I have a son like you?"
Mrs. Han's delicate body trembled, with a look of disappointment on her face.
Pei Huan sighed helplessly.
Da Mao couldn’t stand it anymore.
He threw Han Wu away and then thrust his paw towards Han Zongyuan.
Before Han Zongyuan could react.
The big-haired dog's paws had already picked up Han Zongyuan.
"What are you doing? Let me go!"
"My father is Patriarch Tiezhu! I am his son!"
"I am your young master, you can't do this to me!"
Han Zongyuan was unable to resist at all, let alone him, even Han Wu was the same under the claws of Da Mao's dog.
Han Zongyuan yelled and kept saying that he was the son of Patriarch Tiezhu.
The big hairy dog ​​curled his lips.
He directly raised his dog's paw and slapped Han Zongyuan randomly.
The photo made Han Zongyuan burst into tears and howls.
"Ouch, ouch!"
"stop fighting!"
"It hurts me so much!"
This means that Da Mao did not want to slap Han Zongyuan to death, otherwise Han Zongyuan would have been reduced to mincemeat when the first claw fell.
Seeing Han Zongyuan screaming in agony while being filmed, Mrs. Han couldn't bear it anymore.
"Please show your dignity and spare my son!"
Mrs. Han bowed and begged repeatedly.
Han Wu's expression was very complicated. He couldn't bear Han Zongyuan being tortured by Da Mao.
But when he thought that his son might not be his biological son, Han Wu felt like there was a thorn in his heart, and he couldn't pull it out to plead for Han Zongyuan.
"Why don't you, a father, ask for your son?
Just ask for it!"
Mrs. Han immediately became anxious when she saw that Han Wu had a sullen face and said nothing.
"Hmph! He said it himself, his biological father is Patriarch Tiezhu, what does that have to do with me?"
Han Wu's face twitched.
"you!!!"
Mrs. Han was speechless.
She just felt that her life was really miserable.
Why did this father and son get involved?
One feels that his son is not his biological son.
One even went so far as to recognize someone else as his biological father.
There is no one left!
But when she thought about it, Mrs. Han also had troubles that she couldn't tell. She really shouldn't have flirted with Patriarch Tiezhu in Jade Dragon Sect before, let alone went to Shuiyuezong alone to meet Patriarch Tiezhu afterwards.
This caused his son Han Zongyuan to misunderstand.
So much so that the situation became so serious.
After fighting for a while, Da Mao finally stopped.
Han Zongyuan's back was beaten to pieces and the flesh was bloody.
Even the screams became much weaker.
Fortunately, his life was safe and he only suffered a little physical pain.
As soon as Damao threw Han Zongyuan away, Mrs. Han immediately caught her son.
Looking at Han Zongyuan's bloody back, Mrs. Han's face was filled with distress and tears fell down.
Pei Huan on the side quickly took out the elixir and asked Han Zongyuan to swallow it.
It can be seen with the naked eye that the injury on Han Zongyuan's back is recovering little by little.
It's just that the speed of recovery is unsatisfactory.
"Don't worry, madam. Young Master is fine."
Pei Huan comforted.
Mrs. Han nodded and glanced at Han Wu. Seeing that Han Wu didn't even look at Han Zongyuan, Mrs. Han felt even more uncomfortable.
"You guys wait here and come back to my master in an hour."
Da Mao yawned and was too lazy to chat with these people anymore.
"Remember, it's an hour later."
"And when you see my master, don't be presumptuous, otherwise"
Da Mao grinned and showed his canine teeth.
Han Wu and others were stunned and nodded repeatedly.
Then Da Mao flew away.
Han Wu and the others didn't act rashly, they just waited where they were.
An hour later.
In the Shuiyue Sect, the golden tornado soaring into the sky suddenly restrained itself and came down.
It carried all the power of heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles and contained it all within the courtyard on the top of the mountain.
To be precise, it was integrated into the body of Ye Qingyun who was practicing in the house.
This moment.
Ye Qingyun felt an unprecedented sense of relief all over his body.
It seemed like there were countless warm, jade-like palms running up and down his body.
There is a feeling of warmth both inside and outside the body.
To be continued...