C682 A Bag of Explosives to be Used as a Sacrifice

"Karl never thought that he would play with a kid on a plane... When he was young, he always played with poison. Things like airplanes, to him, were too low-class.

"Dad, dad, fly higher." Little Oen remembered very well that his short legs were stretched taut.

Holding the remote control, Karl's face was gloomy. He pressed hard on it with his finger. Then the plane was vertical to the ground and quickly ran to the sky. That look was not too handsome.

"A little higher, a little higher," ___ said.

Taking a deep breath, Karl controlled the joystick with all kinds of resentment in his heart. Damn it, what was this kid Shang Xichen trying to do!?

Why did he want to give such a retarded plane? Aren't you f * cking awesome? Why didn't you give him a real plane?!

Just as he was thinking this, a cracking sound came in the next second. Karl was stunned for a moment, and was somewhat unable to react to what had happened.

Little Oen's blue eyes stared at the plane stuck on the tree branch. He was suddenly stunned. "My plane..."

Karl was still holding the remote control in his hand. He looked up and saw the white remote control plane stuck on the two branches on the top of the tree. The position was not too awkward.

"That, son." Karl touched his nose and squatted down. He held the little person's arms. "Let's not play with the plane, okay? This is too retarded. We can't show your intelligence."

Little Oen stared at the white color. There was liquid surging in his blue eyes. More and more, more and more. In the next second, it almost rushed out of his eyes.

What the heck... Karl was stunned. If he howled, his wife would definitely be woken up...

"Good son, dad will buy you another one, okay?" Karl threw away the remote control and used his long arm to push the little guy up. He bent down and picked him up.

"I will buy a bigger, prettier, and more handsome one."

"I don't want it. This is a gift from brother Xichen. This is the only one in the world." As Oren spoke, his blue eyes stared fixedly at his own father.

"Hey, little bastard. Don't tell me you want your father to climb up?" Karl gritted his teeth and pointed at the top of his head. "Look at yourself. It's so tall. I admit that I'm very, very talented. But that tree branch doesn't admit it. "

"Look at that tree branch. It's so thin. What if dad falls down and breaks it?"

"Bad Dad, give me my plane back." Oren struggled with all his might. Tears suddenly rolled down his face. "I'm going to tell Mom that not only did you snatch my chocolate, you also made my plane unable to come down."

Hearing this, Karl hurriedly increased his strength and tightly restrained the small person. What a joke. If this kid woke his wife up, she would probably sleep in the living room for a month.

A month!

With this thought in mind, Karl immediately made a decision. He could not let her go. He would not let her go even if he was beaten to death. "Little bastard, let me ask you, is the plane more important, or is my father more important?"

The struggling little person finally stopped moving. Tears welled up in his eyes. "Daddy is more important."

"Alright, then if daddy climbs up and falls to his death, you will no longer have a daddy. Do you know?"

"You can buy a plane again, but dad only has one. Since dad is more important than a plane, then you can't ask for a plane anymore."

Hearing Karl's words, word by word, Little Oen was clearly dumbfounded.

In the end, Little Oen thought for a while and slowly said, "Then... a plane is more important!"

Originally he was proud of his wit and eloquence, but now, the smile on Karl's face stiffened and he stared at this guy.

"What did you say? Damn it, Oen Castile, what did you say? If you have the ability, tell me again!"

"Wah! Daddy is so fierce, I don't want to bother with you anymore, bad daddy... I want to find mommy..."

Karl clenched his teeth and gritted his teeth. He held the little guy with one hand and took out his phone with the other in his pocket.

" Hello? Get me a plane right away. What? You want a fighter jet, a bomber or a anti-aircraft? Just drive one over."

"Ah-64, Apache, lynx, Type A7 helicopter, or UH-60," Blackhawk said, "Karl took a deep breath and said," Cut the crap. I told you, just drive one over. "

"Hurry up. Within a minute, in the garden of the palace, I want to see the plane!"

After he finished speaking, Karl hung up the phone. He looked at the crying black hawk and felt a fire burning in his heart.

"Alright, stop crying. I will give you a plane later!"

"You are lying. I am going to find my mother. I don't want to play with my father anymore."

"I'm not lying to you. I'll compensate you later, okay?!"

"Liar, liar!"

"I said, I'm not lying! " After Karl finished speaking, he suddenly began to doubt his own intelligence. Why did he have to argue with this little bastard about whether he was lying or not?

Little Oen curled his lips. His long eyelashes were still covered with sparkling tears. He turned his head. Bad people only know how to bully him...

However, in the next second, a rumbling sound suddenly came from the cloudless sky. It caused the leaves on the ground to spin. Dust flew in the air, and the strong wind caused a beautiful flower to sway.

Little Oen was stunned for a moment, and then he jumped into the man's arms. "Dad, the dust is coming. Run."

He once again suspected that this child was not a fool.

"Little bastard, what should we do? The dust is coming. Dad can't run anymore. We're all going to die."

Karl's mouth curled up, waiting to see his son's reaction.

In the next second, Little Oen jumped out of the man's arms and ran away without looking back. "Dad, hold on. I will go back and save mom. Don't worry, I will tell mom about your heroic sacrifice."

Looking at the miniature person's figure, Karl was stunned for a second. He really only had one second, then his long legs moved quickly.

Damn it, little bastard, I'm so angry, I'm so angry! It felt like he was a bag of explosives used to sacrifice himself!

Hearing the hurried footsteps behind him, Little Oen also stopped and turned his head, looking at the man running towards him in confusion.

"Dad, didn't you say you can't run anymore?"

The man squeezed out a sinister smile. He had to run even if he couldn't run. He had to teach this brat a lesson today!

Was his father used to be abandoned at the critical moment?

However, in the next second, Karl's feet paused. The depressed expression on his face disappeared and he quickly revealed a gentle smile. That speed was simply comparable to a dramatic change in expression.

Ye Xunxun rubbed her eyes and slowly walked. "I didn't see you when I woke up. So you two were in the garden."

Karl:... My wife didn't wake up earlier and didn't wake up earlier. Why did she wake up at this time...