Warwick the Godfather of Terra

"I know you care about the kid Xiaota."

After sealing the operator's file with the word "Agree" written on it into a brown paper bag, Wen Yue nodded to indicate that Bai Xue could go out.

The little white mink left quietly, holding the file bag with the portrait of the dragon head on it.

Wen Yue stretched and looked at the tasteless ceiling in Wei Laoer's office, then spoke.

"If you really want to find Xiaota, then go find your Uncle Fan."

Standing up, Wen Yue walked to the window, looking at the lights of thousands of homes outside, her tone gentle.

"If there is anyone in the entire Longmen who can help you, now it is only him."

Sir Chen was stunned for a moment, then, regardless of the severe pain in his palm, he quickly hugged the communicator and asked hurriedly.

“Uncle Fan, do I have Uncle Fan?”

She didn't remember having such a relative, and her family didn't have much contact with people with the surname Fan.

"Hey, Huijie, what can I say to you?"

Covering her forehead and listening to the hoarse voice of the silly child on the other end of the communicator, Wen Yue felt both distressed and hateful.

No wonder Lao Wei thought this kid was useless. Now it seems that he is really stupid and naive.

“You don’t even recognize Uncle Fan.

Vander Warwick."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a heavy hammer hitting Sir Chen's chest hard.

Correct.

And him!

His eyes, which had been like stagnant water, began to ripple again.

But the ripples only spread for a moment before quickly calming down.

Yes, Warwick could certainly help her.

but...

Will he help her?

In other words, why should I help her...

Chernobyl, core area.

After jumping into the cave, Herag's keen perception immediately allowed him to raise the greatsword in his hand to the side and hide behind it.

Almost at the moment of completing this action, the two black long swords collided with the bright sword.

Sparks flew everywhere.

"General, you don't have to get involved in this mess."

The voice of the supporting actor Neiwei came from the left.

Behind the two inner guards, Tallulah quietly turned her back.

She stood there quietly, like a puppet.

A puppet that won't move without someone pulling the strings.

"No one understands Ursus's anger better than you. You should know that once Ursus directs his anger at a target, only death awaits him."

The inner guards’ swordsmanship is extremely sharp.

“That’s why I know better than you that Ursus can’t even solve its own internal problems right now.

After the late emperor left, the entire Ursus was dying, like a centipede that had lost its life.

Ursus is now nothing more than a dead but still alive corpse."

The sword made a whistling sound as it cut through the wind, and Hellagur slashed at the armor of the inner guard.

Sparks flew everywhere.

"So, we will make Ursus great again."

The supporting actor Neiwei spoke.

"What you did was no different from those fat-bellied bastards in Saint Steed Castle.

Decades ago, I was able to stay out of trouble because I didn't want to get involved with these guys.

And now you have joined these dirty minions.

ridiculous. "

The sharp sword edge cut through the tense air.

The battle is in full swing.

However, this has nothing to do with a werewolf with two babies and a rabbit that is dead but not completely dead.

Following Ceobe's guidance, the werewolf finally found the exact location after a while of flashing.

Ceope appeared from underground with an anxious look on his face, as if dinner was about to start. Looking at the statue in front of him, the werewolf was a little confused.

First he looked at the Patriot who had turned into Originium crystal but had not yet weathered, and then he looked at the stupid dog beside him.

"No, Xiaoke, where is the soul you are talking about?"

The werewolf was also very puzzled. He didn't find it strange that Ceope could see souls.

You are a time traveler yourself, so why don’t you allow others to use any other cheats?

He wondered why this child, Ceobe, had such a deep interest in the soul.

You are not Thresh or Senna, you pick up souls to increase your attributes.

However, Keobe, with her red eyes, seemed not to have heard the werewolf's voice.

She stared blankly at the Patriot's body that had been corrupted by crystals.

A hoarse voice as deep as thunder sounded in my mind.

'The spiritual wish that has not yet dried up.

interesting.'

However, the werewolf could not hear the voice in Ceob's mind.

Looking at the stunned Keobe, the werewolf crossed his arms.

He was a little worried.

This situation happened to Xiaoke more than once or twice during his journey.

He would be in a daze for a while at any time, just like someone with Alzheimer's disease.

Picking up the hair on his shoulder, the werewolf thought to himself, is it because the three heads are fighting for signals that the Ceope processor is not enough?

It seems I need to roast some more brains for this kid when I get back.

Just when the werewolf was daydreaming.

Suddenly, the ear of the little white rabbit perched on one side of Warwick felt an itch.

A white ball jumped out.

It fell directly on the head of the statue-like patriot.

The round little body was shaking like a piece of konjac tofu just out of the pot.

It's chewy and smooth, and tastes great at first glance.

Although he didn't know why the texture of a rabbit could be so similar to jelly, the werewolf scratched his head when he saw this little creature sticking motionless in front of the sculpture, staring at him with its big, bright eyes.

"You want this?"

The werewolf pointed to the strange-looking stone statue beneath the rabbit's feet.

The rabbit ball nodded frantically, and its two rabbit ears moved up and down.

The werewolf frowned. No, a rabbit likes stones?

Lao Fan’s first reaction was that something was wrong.

How could there be a rabbit that likes stones?

But after thinking about it carefully, Warwick always felt that this setting was very familiar.

It seems that there was once a rabbit who also liked a certain stone.

After thinking about it, the werewolf found that he couldn't figure it out.

Then he didn't think about it anymore.

He raised his hand and rolled up the Patriot, whose entire body had long been corroded into Originium crystals.

The werewolf looked around.

I found a nearby pit and threw it in.

During this time, the werewolf was certain that the rabbit attached to the statue had not moved a single step.

This thing probably has some connection with her.

But I don’t know now.

But it’s okay, these unimportant things can be dealt with when we get back.

As for now...

Warwick turned his head and looked at the huge pit with ferocious eyes.

"Do you want to..."

The werewolf was thinking.

'Dad, answer the phone!'

Texas' voice rang out.

The werewolf took out his communicator and looked at the number on it that he had hardly ever called, and Warwick was stunned.

How could it be her?

However, the ringtone that Celinina had recorded for herself on the communicator kept ringing, and it was not fake.

The werewolf answered the communication.

"Hello? Officer Chen..."

That’s right, the person on the other end of the communicator was Chen Huijie, who had never called the werewolf once in the past few years since he came to Longmen.

"Warwick..."

On the other side of the communicator, Sir Chen, with his hands wrapped in blood-stained bandages, held the communicator and bit his lower lip.

Judging from the deep teeth marks she had left, she had been hesitating for a long time.

The word "sir" was about to come out of her mouth, but she paused.

"uncle..."

Two words that had never been uttered before rolled out of her throat with difficulty.

She had never called Warwick that.

She always had a bad impression of this wolf.

Perhaps it was because of his uncle's hatred for everyone.

Therefore, she never had a good face towards people who hung out with her uncle.

But now, as his impression of his uncle changed, the image of the werewolf also began to change.

But Sir Chen just discovered this change.

I have never had the slightest respect for this elder who always smiles at me.

And now I have to ask him myself.

Sir Chen does not expect to succeed.