The moon is full of evil, but the simulator is full of evil

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Only to face his own son.

This humble king can speak so softly.

"Forget it, what do these young people have to talk about."

The tall and tall silver-haired old man sat on the dining table with a gentle smile and waved to the young man.

"Come on, Alvin. I haven't seen you for a long time, come and let my father take a look."

A helpless smile hung on his face.

Su Shu walked up, bowed down, and rubbed his son's head for his father.

"Growing taller again, Alvin."

"I'm almost an adult, Dad, it's normal for a dragon to jump up to 1.8 meters."

Vortigern's burly figure already exceeded two meters.

Su Shu, who inherited the blood of the white dragon, grew to 1.6 meters at the age of eight. It can only be said that the physique of artificial humans and ordinary people cannot be generalized.

"Um"

Vortigern looked at the kid in front of him.

Now sitting and watching him, she even raised her head.

How time flies.

"Time is not forgiving. When you are a father, you still feel like a baby shrunk in a swaddle. Now 15 years are almost over?"

The old man's iron-gray eyes lowered slightly.

"It will be your adult birthday in a few days, is there any gift you want?

"In the past few years, I'm sorry for my father, and I haven't had much time to accompany you."

Rubbing his son's head, Voutigeng smiled gently.

"Could it be that you still want my old bone to practice swords with you?"

"It's been a long time since I've experienced the swordsmanship of the godfather, and I'm really gearing up."

If anyone in Britannia could overwhelm Su Shu in terms of swordsmanship, then perhaps he was the only one, the humble king's father.

Now it can only last ten rounds?Or is it evenly divided?Su Shu felt that the result was hard to say.

"It's just for fun. I'll talk about it later. Alvin did have two unkind requests."

"But it's okay, do you still have to be polite to me as a father in your coming-of-age ceremony?"

Su Shu smiled.

"I'm going to marry Ms. Morgan."

The voice is exhausted.

Vortigern was visibly taken aback.

The old man's expression was dazed for a moment, and then he glanced at the witch sitting beside him with a half-smile.

"Good niece, you?"

Morgan pursed her thin lips, and looked away guiltily.

Alvin, let you ask insincerely, I didn't let you be so straight.

But when she thought about it for a second, it seemed a bit wrong.

——No, why do I have a guilty conscience?

The witch immediately stared back with burning eyes.

"Me." Morgan insisted on that word emphatically, "What's wrong with me? Do you have any objections, you old bastard?"

Morgan had no respect for his good uncle.

The villainous king Vutigeng seldom scolds alone, the two are old enemies who quarrel, and they usually have all kinds of yin and yang eccentricities.

Morgan doesn't even act anymore, and calls it an old thing when he speaks directly.

It was already half the age of being buried in the soil, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it.

The vengeful witch was still thinking about how this old guy broke her defense back then.

But he didn't forget the past, and the adults helped him take care of his son a lot.

Although it was said that he was abducted by Alvin when he took him with him, but the moon can prove that it was Alvin who made the first move!

Facing the young man's teasing, the witch felt that it was impossible for anyone to stand firm anyway.

Although it seems that Alvin was pushed down by himself.

But Morgan has no regrets about this.

The witch now only thinks about how to change the tricks to squeeze Alvin dry.

But instead, the number of times she dropped her armor and armor became more and more frequent.

How should I put it, Alvin probably lacks the care of his parents, that's why he likes to suck his own so much.

"I can't go home a few times a year, and my son doesn't care about it."

Thinking of this, Morgan said unhappily,

"You are a father first, then

The last is the humble king, right?Voutigeng, you are so kind, you are indeed my good uncle. "

This time it was finally the turn of the magic dragon to be overwhelmed.

If you can't refute it, then don't refute it, just pretend you didn't hear it.

Vortigern clicked his tongue and looked away, looking at his son.

"You don't need to do anything." Su Shu said with a smile, "Just give me a message."

To marry Morgan, as Su Shu's only relative in Britain, of course he had to ask his father for his opinion.

He is indeed sincere and regards Vortigern as his father.

The old man who heard the words had a somewhat half-smile look on his face.

"Can I say I disagree?"

It's useless for you to refuse, I'm a dutiful son.

The witch seemed to have a heart-to-heart with him.

"It's useless to disagree! Alvin is an adult, and you old man can't control it!"

Morgan stepped forward, pulled the silver-haired youth from Vortigena, and hugged him in his arms.

It is true.

Although I was touching it everywhere every day, before I knew it, the little guy I pinched had grown so tall now.

Alvin is a head taller

Some of them couldn't even hug each other.

I noticed her arms that were trying to close.

So, Su Shu turned back and hugged the witch into his arms.

Being intimate in front of Vortigern, Morgan, as a niece, was a little shy.

However, the witch tried to struggle, but couldn't get away, so she let the young man go, blushing and looking away.

In terms of muscular strength, there are only a handful of people in Britannia who can beat Su Shu. The witch deeply understands this every night.

"Well, old things don't work anymore"

Voutigeng stood up with a smile, stepped forward, and patted Su Shu on the shoulder.

"You chose it yourself, I can't control it. Choose well, treat her well."

"En." Su Shu nodded.

"Didn't you say two unfeeling favors? And one more?"

"I have a question I want to ask my father. You said that you will answer me when you grow up."

The voice is exhausted.

The lingering sound hangs.

The smile on Vortigern's face disappeared.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall seemed to have suddenly become a little cold.

The candle flame fluctuated, but it couldn't shake the burning eyes of the young man.

"What is the decline of the age of the gods? Father."

no answer.

The old man closed his eyes and fell into silence.

Su Shu looked at him like this, waiting quietly.

The witch squeezed the young man's palm tightly.

The young man stroked her smooth silver hair.

The fire flickered.

But Su Shu's determination never wavered.

I don't know how long it took.

The old man finally slowly opened his cloudy eyes, revealing a tired look.

Unlike the dragon.

Just a father.

It seemed that all of a sudden, the majestic aura called Bei Wang flowed out of his body.

"You really want to know? Alvin, you don't really need to know."

"If I don't have to, then I am ashamed to be the son of the white dragon."

The youth looked straight into his father's eyes,

"If you don't know your position, you can't really understand your heart. If you only bear the pain and responsibilities that humble king Vortigeng has gone through, don't you feel that you are going too far? Father .”

"Is it too much..."

The demon dragon devouring the light lowered its dull and muddy pupils.

"Originally, I was indeed the vile king Vortigeng, the world called me cruel and innocent, but so what if I was too much.

"But you are different, you are still young, you don't have to choose this path, my present is the future you can see.

"Even so, do you still want to listen to my father's answer?

"Alvin"

"You don't care, why did I care?"

Su Shu said softly,

"Whether you want to talk or not is up to you, but I want to listen."

Second silence.

Those rough palms covered with scars loosened and squeezed, squeezed and loosened.

Vitigeng slowly opened his eyes, looking directly at his son.