"Dad, stop hitting me. Stop hitting me. I'm going to die if you keep hitting me." Zhou Guangyao, who was slapped by his father's loving iron palm, covered his face and lay on the ground wailing.
"Prince Zhou, if there's any problem, bring your son back and discuss it slowly. By the way, our Myriad Commerce Association has top-notch spiritual medicine. Although they can't revive the dead, they have a miraculous effect on treating injuries and internal injuries. I think that Your Highness should buy some to take home."
The Martial Grandmaster who was standing behind Zhou Erhe reminded him.
'F*ck, you're a human too. How can you remind him like that?' Hearing the words of the Martial Grandmaster, Zhou Guangyao, who was lying on the ground, felt that he was a demon! He actually suggested to his father to buy that spiritual medicine back. Wasn't he forcing the old man to beat him to death?
