Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Ifrit said this, grinning at himself.

"Otherwise, you'll become a monster too."

However, a strong and deep voice rang in her ears.

"It's ok."

Unlike Hemer.

As far as she could remember, Homer was rarely really intimate with her.

Most of the time, she was only touched gently by the cool fingertips, as if she were some frightening and fragile object.

Only once or twice in the past, when she was so sick that she could hardly see clearly, she could clearly feel a pair of such hands resting on her.

The hand seemed to be trembling a little, but it made Ifrit feel instantly at ease, as if he had someone to rely on.

It's different from the feeling of being so close yet so elusive.

This time, the touch on her shoulder felt solid and heavy.

"I am a monster."

Stroking the poor child's head, the werewolf's voice softened and deepened.

"So, don't worry. Kid."

The sound was strong and powerful, like an arrow that pierced through the clouds and split the rocks.

It pierced Ifrit's heart fiercely.

It also runs through the dignity she wears on her face.

"I am your daddy, my dear little monster."

Tick.

Tick.

The werewolf felt his feet were wet.

Then, Ifrit suddenly dived into his arms.

Her arms weren't wide enough to fully wrap around Warwick's waist.

However, she still tried her best to bury herself in the werewolf's hair.

She also wants to gain recognition from others.

However, Saria rarely appears in public.

Hemer, another Liberi who is not good at expressing emotions.

So, all of this was stuffed deep in her heart.

Until today, when he was released by the werewolf.

"Ugh..."

Ifrit's crying was not pleasant to hear, because she was crying so heartbreakingly.

The werewolf, feeling deeply guilty, reached out and stroked the back of the child's trembling head without saying a word.

Isn't he such a...

What about lonely souls?

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Holding Ifrit.

Warwick watched the sun set in the sky, gradually being swallowed by the horizon.

He was like this before.

However, there is always an energetic Ceobe by his side.

The child always exudes a kind of enthusiasm that makes people happy.

Therefore, his lonely soul was always tied to the ground by Xiaoke and did not float into the world of nothingness.

However, there is no such person in Ifrit's life.

No one knows what this child had experienced before he met Hemer and Saria.

Later in Rhine's life, in order not to let Hemer and Saria be disappointed in her, she always acted strong.

Hemer and Saria are her important relatives and her best memories.

However, for a normal child, having relatives alone is not enough.

Not to mention a child like Ifrit.

So, she needs a place to vent her emotions.

She once chose Hemer as her confidant.

However, after she saw the sadness in Hemer's eyes, Ifrit would no longer take the initiative to confide her pain to her.

Because she didn't want to make Hemer sad.

Therefore, she was sensible and kept all her negative emotions suppressed.

And today, this jar that squeezed all the negative emotions was opened by the werewolf.

Her sadness, her helplessness, her pain, her boredom.

They all turned into tears and splashed on the werewolf's hair.

Fortunately, the child drank a lot of Coke before, otherwise the werewolves would be afraid that Ifrit would become dehydrated.

The little fire dragon cried from the time the sun set until the sky was full of stars.

The werewolf said nothing, just stood there and let her cry.

During this time, Charmander raised his head more than once and looked at Warwick with misty eyes.

The werewolf would always touch her head.

"It's okay, you can keep crying."

Then she would continue crying.

There's no way. You can't expect a guy who has been single for more than 30 years and has never even watched a romance show to comfort people.

The werewolves learned this trick from the aunties. When those aunties are in life-threatening situations, they will cry and make a fuss.

And there will definitely be someone on the side who will help.

"Cry, just cry it out!"

So he thought so too.

Just cry.

And Ifrit could indeed cry.

She had never felt like crying so freely.

The balloon ghost and the fat guy in her head would not come out to disturb her like before.

Warwick's back in her arms made her feel much safer than the quilt and pillow that smelled of disinfectant.

It was not until the fourth time he raised his head, with his big eyes as red as ripe peaches from crying, that he sniffed and shook his head.

"I, I've cried enough."

As she spoke, she reached out to wipe away her tears.

But Warwick's claws were one step faster than hers.

The claws that had cut countless people into pieces and were soaked with countless blood, at this moment, were as gentle as the spring breeze.

"I, am I really ashamed?"

Enjoying Warwick wiping away her tears, Ifrit sniffed and spoke in a muffled voice that had become hoarse from crying for so long.

"No shame."

Wiping away Ifrit's tears, the werewolf's fierce and ferocious voice became solid and powerful in Charmander's ears.

"With me, there is no shame in anything you do."

"Because I'm your daddy."

Ifrit nodded.

"Ah."

She is as well-behaved as a porcelain doll.

"Let's go, shall we go back?"

The werewolf asked, lifting her onto his shoulders again.

Ifrit shook his head.

"Can I not go back..."

You can go back to Rhode Island anytime.

Hemer has been busy contacting Saria these days. If she doesn't go back, Hemer can probably have a good rest.

After all, Bai Gugu promised her to put drugs in Hemer's coffee.

So, she wanted to stay with the werewolf for a while longer.

Even for one more minute.

"Okay, then I won't go back."

What could Warwick say.

I am a slave to my daughter.

Carrying Charmander, the werewolf looked up at Ifrit. The child had been crying for so long, and all the water he drank turned into tears.

Crying is very exhausting.

"Let's go eat first."

The little dragon lay on the werewolf's head, resting its head between its two ears and burying its face in the fur.

"Ah."

She nodded in agreement glumly.

Warwick was about to carry her back to Longmen.

Suddenly, the old werewolf suddenly remembered.

I have been gone for so long that I guess everything edible in the house, except for the beams and load-bearing walls, has been eaten by Ceobe.

If I go back now, it will take me a whole day just to feed the dog.

In front of herself, Ceobe was never restrained.

All the ingredients in the barbecue restaurant had been cleared out by Ceobe before he arrived.

It seems I can only go for a visit.

His gaze turned to the branch he opened in Zaun.

Warwick was gleaming with gold.

At the Fan's Yimaolu Zuan branch, Red was grilling skewers until they were full of cumin flavor.

Recently, with more and more companies coming to Zaan to research their sites, his work has become increasingly busy.

My arms are sore from holding the skewers every day to grill skewers.

Even so, three rows of tables had to be set up at the door to accommodate everyone.

There are also many takeaways.

There is no way. Although there are many restaurants selling rice and water in Zaun now, the werewolf's unique skill of brewing beer is the best among all.