Fleeing famine, I rely on hundreds of billions of material space to feed four cubs

The man frowned, but ignored Mei Qingyao's call of "Dad" and said to Qiao impatiently: "The next sword will not be the shoulder."

Qiao Huaping sneered: "Then you try it!"

Just now, she was worried about Yaoyao, so the bullet missed the man in front of her on the head. The next bullet, he would not be so lucky!

Mei Qingyao was anxious and angry. She wanted to scold this "resurrected from the dead" father, but she didn't know how.

Mei Qingyao, who had always considered himself a tough little man, was about to shed tears.

The twins Mei Qingyu and Mei Qinghuang almost jumped out of the carriage immediately after them, but the change in front happened so fast that they didn't even react.

That is to say, Mei Qingyao, who has the most powerful martial arts, reacts the fastest.

At this moment, the twin brothers also ran over. Mei Qingyu looked at the bleeding wound on Qiao Huaping's shoulder, his face turned pale, and he did not bother to chat with his father who had "resurrected from the dead". He was extremely panicked and brought

Crying: "Mom, are you okay, mom! I'll bandage you... You, you wait..."

Mei Qingyu said nothing and ran towards the carriage.

In the carriage, there were some emergency supplies that Qiao Huaping had prepared before setting off.

Mei Qingying cried and climbed out of the carriage.

Bai Feiye struggled to climb out of the carriage even though he couldn't hold back the winter plum blossoms.

Several children, all with pale faces and tears, gathered around Qiao Huaping.

Mei Qinghuang was so panicked that he was shaking all over. He grabbed Mei Qingyao's hand: "Big, big brother... Is he really the father?"

If so, why did they stab their favorite mother?

When their father "died", Mei Qinghuang was only about seven years old. Several years have passed, and Mei Qinghuang has become an eleven-year-old boy. Naturally, his childhood memories have been blurred a lot.

The younger Mei Qingying had completely forgotten his father's appearance and did not recognize him at all.

At this moment, Bai Feiye and I were both broken down and crying.

Mei Qingyao was a little older at the time and naturally still remembered their father's face.

However, under the current situation, the other party ignored them and directly injured their mother. Mei Qingyao and everyone were dumbfounded.

Mei Qingyao gritted his teeth: "It's dad... Look, he looks a bit like my little sister."

Qiao Huaping was about to coax Mei Qingying and Bai Feiye, the two younger ones, to stop crying and that she was fine, when she heard Mei Qingyao's words.

She turned her head sharply: "No, Yaoyao, what did you say? You said that was your father?!"

The original owner has Mei Yuan in his memory.

It's just that the person in my memory is vaguely similar to the one in front of me, but they don't match up...

Mei Qingyao was so anxious that she held down Qiao Huaping: "Mom, don't move! That's dad! - When dad went out before, he would always put some weird things on his face. This is what dad really looks like -

—Let’s not talk about him first, mother, does your injury hurt?”

The little man could hardly hold back his tears, "It's all me——"

He could see clearly that if he hadn't suddenly rushed out, the weapon in his mother's hand would not have been turned around, and she might not have been injured!

Qiao Huaping quickly stopped Mei Qingyao: "Don't cry, dear baby, don't cry. Mom is fine, she's just nodding big now."

She looked at the man holding the sword with a big head - this man was really ruthless. When he pulled out the sword from the wound on her shoulder, he did it neatly and without any sloppiness.

The question now is, is this man - really her dead man who has been "dead" for many years!?

Qiao Huaping turned his hand, took out the hemostatic medicine, and quickly stopped the bleeding on his shoulder.

He bit the bandage with his mouth and bandaged the wound very neatly.

She didn't want to be in pain, so she swallowed two more painkillers.

The man holding the sword stood with the sword in his backhand, blood still dripping from the tip of the sword.

He just felt an...indescribable feeling of anxiety rising in his heart.

He looked at the big and five small people in front of him, his brows getting higher and higher, and his brows getting higher and higher.

"I'm really fine, it's just a little skin injury." Qiao Huaping saw the children still looking at her eagerly, and she felt sour and warm in her heart, "Let's take a quick look to see if this is your father."

Qiao Huaping was also murmuring in her heart. If this was really the father of several brats, how could he be so cold?

The hint of impatience in his eyebrows made Qiao Huaping think about it.

Mei Qingyao saw that Qiao Huabao looked okay, so she stared at the man again.

Just staring, Mei Qingyao's eyes became sore again.

He thought he would never see his father again in this life.

"father!"

The man holding the sword suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and glanced at the woman and the few boys around her.

"If you want to use this method to escape, it would be too childish." The man holding the sword said coldly, "——Then kid, don't call me dad, I don't know you."

Qiao Huaping just wanted to roll her eyes to the sky!

The children of the Mei family were simply stunned.

The father who finally "resurrected from the dead" not only injured their mother, but also refused to recognize them!

Mei Qingyao's eyes widened, disbelieving and furious: "Dad, what do you mean?! You, you don't recognize us!"

The little boy's heart was broken!

When Qiao Huaping saw Mei Qingyao being so determined and yet so sad, her heart ached!

Qiao Huaping frowned and asked unceremoniously: "Have you ever had something wrong with your head?"

The man holding the sword frowned more and more, and he said impatiently and concisely: "I have indeed been hit on the head, but I am from Yichuan, and my home is thousands of miles away from here. How can I be the father of these children!"

Mei Qingyao seemed to be stimulated by something: "No, you are our father!"

He took a step forward, his face flushed: "If you don't believe me, look at the upper arm of your right arm. Is there a crescent-shaped red birthmark?"

Mei Qingyao remembers it clearly!

Because once when he was a child, he was too naughty and bullied the twins Mei Qingyu and Mei Qinghuang. His father rolled up his sleeves and slapped him hard on the butt.

He remembers it clearly!

The expression of the man holding the sword suddenly changed.

There is really a crescent-shaped red birthmark on the upper arm of his right arm!

The heart under the chest of the man holding the sword was beating harder and harder.

He said coldly: "Perhaps where did you know..."

"There is a long scar on your inner thigh!"

"You still have a mole on your butt!"

In order to prove that he was the biological father, several cubs from the Mei family shouted loudly.

Wintersweet and Spring Festival were dumbfounded.

Qiao Huaping blinked.

As for the person involved, the man holding the sword froze instantly, his face almost collapsed!

These are all his extremely private matters, how did these bastards know!

Mei Qingyao saw that his father was dumbfounded, obviously they had been right. The little boy had tears in his eyes, with a bit of hatred: "We are right, right! You also said that you are not our father!

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