“…… Xing'er, what is this?? ”

Seeing this scene, Xiang Junxian was stunned.

His family waist card is ...... Forget about the hollow, how can there be such a strange thing hidden, he doesn't even know??

Xiang Xing only glanced at him faintly.

The head tilted slightly, "I don't know what it is, grandpa only said, this is the evidence." ”

“…… And what is the evidence? ”

Xiang Junxian was really curious, and couldn't help but subconsciously stepped forward and stretched out his hand towards the little guy, wanting to take the small oiled paper bag over to take a look.

Unexpectedly, before he could touch something, his daughter took a light skill again and quietly took a few steps back.

"Xiang Junxian of our General's Mansion is dead, you are no longer a member of the Xiang family, you don't need to know what this is."

Xiang Xing said solemnly, and then quickly put the small oiled paper bag into his belt.

Seeing this, Xiang Junxian was stunned, but there was no way.

I could only sigh silently and smile lowly: "Yes, yes." ”

The General's Mansion, the father, and her daughter, back then, he took the initiative to give up.

Now he's begging to come up again, no matter what you think, he's too cheeky.

"Okay, that's all I have to say to you."

When it was done, Xiang Xing glanced at the hour in the system, and without saying a word, he took out a small bamboo tube of Fengxiang Ling and pulled it into the air.

After releasing the signal, she thought about it and walked back to the stunned Xiang Junxian again.

Then, she took her rosewood family waist tag from her waist and handed it to him.

Said, "I folded your waist card, and this piece is to compensate you." ”

“…… Yes. ”

Xiang Junxian was stunned.

Seeing that his daughter didn't mean to withdraw his hand, he couldn't, so he could only accept it silently.

And hold it in the palm of your hand, and subconsciously rub it carefully.

Feeling the smoothness of the waist card, the man paused, and there was a faint guilt in his eyes.

Xiang's ancestors have a cloud, this piece of each person's unique waist card, every time you go to the battlefield, you have to grind the pulp plate once.

Until the eons later, the smoother and brighter the waist card, the more it can reflect the great exploits of his life, and it is a symbol of family glory.

And the daughter's waist card ......

Unexpectedly, it is more delicate and bright than the broken waist card that he has been quietly grinding for more than ten years and has been quietly grinding the pulp plate every year.

It is conceivable that his hard-working daughter, because of his retreat and escape, has been on the battlefield many times and resisted many enemy troops.

Thinking about it, Xiang Junxian felt more and more sour in his nasal cavity.

But I don't know what to say.

Looking at Xiang Junxian's not quite right expression, Xiang Xing tilted his head and blinked softly.

Then, as if thinking of something, he couldn't help but lightly outline the corners of his lips and take two steps back.

Xiang Junxian put on a martial posture and said with a smile: "Do you want to have a fight with me?" ”

There is nothing that cannot be solved by a fight.

……

A quarter of an hour later, Feng Lan took the shadow guards and escorted Qiaoling and Huzi back to the small courtyard.

But his eyes widened in shock by the scene in front of him.

I saw that in the small courtyard, his little girl and Xiang Junxian were lying on the left and right sides respectively, panting, as if exhausted.

And the two of them even have some color on them!

“…… Stars! ”

The man breathed for a moment, flashed to the little one's side, and helped her up in distress and hugged her into his arms.

Xiang Junxian! ……