Cheng Chumo was chilled by Old Cheng's gaze, and he didn't dare to answer.
Because he couldn't answer. If he said that he was afraid, then according to Old Cheng's temper, he would probably be beaten up again.
Cheng Yaojin's eyes were sharp, and he sensed something was wrong. He snorted coldly. "Were you f * cking scared at that time?"
He knew his son very well. Although he was usually more arrogant than anyone else, as if he had inherited the temperament of the Cheng family, when it came to life and death, he would run faster than anyone else.
Of course, he didn't object to his son saving his life.
But this time was different. He wasn't in any danger, and he was even killing Turks. Even if he died, he would be fighting for the glory of the Cheng Clan. At worst, he would just have to work hard for a few more years to give birth to another child.
But running away was wrong. This was a f * cking disgrace to the Cheng family and the Tang Dynasty.
Thinking of this, he raised his foot and kicked out, shouting, "What the f * ck are you afraid of? At worst, Lao Tzu will mourn for you after you die."
After saying that, he felt that something was wrong, so he quickly changed his words. "At worst, he'll be a hero again after 18 years."
Cheng Chumo was so scared that he stepped back. His fear of Old Cheng was deeply buried in his bones. If he was kicked again, he would probably be crippled. He quickly begged for mercy. "Father, don't hit me. I didn't run away. I went with Feng Zi and the others."
Hearing this, Cheng Yaojin withdrew his foot. His expression softened a little, but he still pretended to be angry. "Go on. What happened after that?"
Cheng Chumo nodded and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. "I was scared just now, but when I thought about Father's usual teachings, how could he let these Turks kill people on the land of the Tang Dynasty? So, he and Feng Zi dropped explosives on the Turk camp, and it exploded into a sea of fire. "
Cheng Yaojin nodded in satisfaction. Especially when he heard his father's teachings, he felt like a spring breeze in his heart.
It seemed like this dog, no, Iron Bull had not forgotten Lao Tzu's teachings.
She was still able to remember Lao Tzu's teachings even when she was in danger. He really didn't raise her in vain.
Now it seemed that Fengzi was not bad. Although he was a little reckless, he had at least blown up the Turkic camp and wounded Xieli and Tuli, temporarily removing a scourge for the Tang Dynasty.
The more he looked at Tie Niu, the more he liked him. He didn't think that he was someone else's son anymore. After all, who would dare to bomb the Turkic camp? Only the Cheng family's son would dare to do that.
As he thought about it, a smile finally appeared on his face. He said rather proudly, "Come, tell Lao Tzu what teachings he remembered. In the future, Lao Tzu will be treated as a family heirloom and let everyone in the Cheng family know."
When Cheng Chumo saw that Old Cheng's expression had improved, he couldn't help but feel happy. But what was this teaching? He raised his head and thought for a long time. Finally, he remembered and hurriedly said, "At that time, I only thought that my father taught me to fight cocks when I was three years old, taught me to drink when I was four years old, and taught me to give birth when I was five years old. I was thinking that if I had died at that time, I wouldn't have been able to play with these things in the future …"
As Cheng Chumo spoke, he smiled proudly because he felt that he had caught Old Cheng's appetite. In this way, he might be able to settle the matter of the materials later.
However, he didn't know that when he talked about fighting cocks, Old Cheng's expression had changed. When he was five years old, Old Cheng's entire face had darkened. He had never thought that this dog's teachings would be this.
These were all things that he had taught his son when he was bored. He treated it as a way to pass the time.
He had originally thought that this dog would say something, but in the end, this was it? Could this f * cking be a family heirloom?
He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. Just as he was about to slap him, he saw Cheng Chumo turn his head and look at him with a dumbfounded expression.
Cheng Yaojin's anger seemed to have suddenly dissipated. It wasn't because he was tired, but when he saw the scars on his son's face, he couldn't bear it. He had already been beaten to such a state. If he were to hit him again, he would probably be lying on the bed, right?
As he thought about it, he put down his palm and snorted coldly. "Tell your son about these things in the future. Don't mention them in front of Lao Tzu. Lao Tzu is still very angry."
Cheng Chumo had originally planned to brag about Old Cheng, but when he turned his head and saw that Old Cheng was about to hit him and put down his hand, he was instantly stunned.
Seeing that Old Cheng was angry, he was even more confused. He asked, "Father, what are you doing?"
"It's nothing. Get lost, get lost."
Old Cheng waved his hand and said impatiently, "Don't fool around outside in the future. Otherwise, Lao Tzu will break your legs."
Hearing this, Cheng Chumo was delighted.
He knew that Old Cheng had let him off by saying this. Since he had let him off, he could go to the storeroom later. He quickly said, "Thank you, Father."
After saying that, he turned around and ran in the direction of the storeroom.
Cheng Yaojin frowned when he saw this. According to this kid's personality, if he had just been injured, he would have gone back to the Cui family to complain. Why did he change his personality today? Not only did he not go back to his house, but he also walked in the direction of the storeroom?
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