Wang Dong'er: Whatever Your Reasons, Let Me Stab You First

Tang San watched as Wang Dong'er closed in step by step. Blood still flowed from the wound on his right arm, but he had no time to care about the pain. He hurriedly scooted backward, his voice trembling. "Dong'er, no... Xiao Qi! Listen to me, things really aren't what you think!"

"Then what are they?"

Wang Dong'er curled her lips into a faint smile.

Yet to Tang San, that smile was more piercing than winter ice and snow. Every hair on his body stood on end, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

In all three of his lives, this was the first time he had seen his daughter look at him this way—her eyes churned with undisguised killing intent and hatred, so intense it nearly swallowed him whole.

Was this still the obedient, sensible Xiao Qi he remembered?

After a long while, Tang San finally squeezed out a sentence, his tone carrying a hint of pleading. "Xiao Qi, I did all this for the peace of Douluo Continent! You have to understand your father's difficulties!"

"I can't."

Wang Dong'er tightened her grip on the golden spear in her hand, its cold tip reflecting in her icy eyes.

The memories Bai Yu had shared had merely made her suspicious, but Tang San's panicked appearance before her completely confirmed that cruel truth.

She had never been some daughter cherished in the palm of his hand. She was merely a chess piece this man used to control Douluo Continent.

Countless times, she had dreamed of her parents and imagined what gentle people they must be. But reality had dealt her the loudest slap in the face.

How laughable.

"Damn it..." Tang San watched Wang Dong'er draw ever closer, his heart sinking to the depths.

He knew Xiao Qi was impervious to