"... star, what is this?"


    Seeing this, Xiang Junxian was stunned.


    His family waist token... Even if it''s hollow, why does he still hide such a strange thing that he doesn''t know??


    Xiang Xing only glanced at him.


    My head tilted slightly. "I don''t know what it is. Grandpa just said that this is the evidence."


    "... what is the evidence?"


    Xiang Junxian was really curious. He couldn''t help but subconsciously came forward and stretched out his hand towards the little guy, trying to take the small oil paper bag to have a look.


    Unexpectedly, before he ran into something, his daughter used the lightness skill again and quietly retreated a few steps.


    "Xiang Junxian of our general''s house is dead. You are no longer Xiang''s family. You don''t need to know what this is."


    Xiang Xing said solemnly, and then quickly wrapped the small oil paper into his belt.


    Seeing this, Xiang Jun was stunned, but there was no way.


    Can only sigh silently, low smile: "also right, also right."


    General''s house, father, and her daughter, he gave up on his own initiative in those years.


    Now he''s begging for nothing. He''s too cheeky to think about it.


    "Well, that''s all I have to say to you."


    When it was done, Xiang Xing glanced at the hour in the system. Without saying a word, he took out a small bamboo tube of Fengxiang order and pulled it in the air.


    After sending out the signal, she thought and walked back to Xiang Junxian.


    Then she took down her red sandalwood family waist token from her waist and handed it to him.


    "I folded your waist token. This is to compensate you."


    "... ah."


    Xiang Jun replied with envy.


    Seeing that his daughter didn''t mean to take back his hand, he couldn''t but take it in silence.


    And clenched it in the palm of his hand and stroked it subconsciously.


    Feeling the smoothness of the waist token, the man paused, and his eyes showed some light guilt.


    According to the ancestral training of the Xiang family, each person''s unique waist token must be ground once every time he goes to the battlefield.


    Until thousands of years later, the smoother and brighter the waist token is, the more it can reflect his outstanding military achievements in his life and is a symbol of family glory.


    And the daughter''s waist token


    Unexpectedly, it is more delicate and bright than the broken waist token that has been quietly polished by the pulp wrapping plate for more than ten years.


    It is conceivable that his miserable daughter, because of his retreat and escape, has been on the battlefield many times and resisted many enemy forces.


    Thinking, Xiang Jun''s envy made his nose sour.


    But I don''t know what to say.


    Looking at Xiang Jun''s expression that was not right, Xiang Xing deviated his head and blinked softly.


    Then, as if thinking of something, I couldn''t help but lightly outline the corners of my lips and take two steps back.


    Xiang Junxian put on a martial posture and said with a smile, "do you want to compete with me?"


    Nothing can be solved by a fight.


    ……


    A quarter of an hour later, Feng LAN escorted Qiao Ling and Hu Zi back to the courtyard with the shadow guards.


    But he was stunned by the scene in front of him.


    In the small courtyard, his little girl and Xiang Junxian lay down on the left and right sides, panting and exhausted.


    And they even hung some color on them!


    "... star!"


    The man breathed, flashed to the little guy, picked her up and hugged her in pain.


    Xiang Junxian