Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Then, the words of that hateful woman are still vivid in my mind.

"Dad is more reliable than you think."

Texas thought about this sentence, looked at Warwick who was sitting there quietly, as if waiting for something, and bit his lip.

Frankly speaking, she didn't want her father to be involved in her mess again.

She could just treat the past Texas as dead, but the dream she just had told her that she could not forget it.

She couldn't live like a zombie.

After biting his lip for a long time, Texas thought of the second half of the hateful woman's sentence.

"Just act like a normal girl and act like a spoiled brat to your father."

But she is not an ordinary girl.

As far as I can remember, I have never acted coquettishly with that heartless man.

She started learning those things at the age of six under the arrangement of her grandfather and has never stopped.

She didn't even know how a normal girl got along with her father.

Of course, if you think about it carefully, she is not completely without it.

When she was three years old, she sat on her biological father's lap.

Texas looked at the werewolf's muscular thigh, which he had rested on all night, and felt that it was not appropriate.

Then she remembered that when she was four years old, she rode on that man's neck.

Texas then turned his attention to the werewolf's neck.

It has to be said that even though the digitized Warwick is hunched over, his burly figure is still intimidating.

Texas believes that such a neck can support itself.

but....

Girl Rupert felt a little embarrassed.

Such an adult still rides a big horse...

This is not good.

However, before she could figure out what to say or do next, Warwick asked first.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

He was very familiar with his daughter's expression of wanting to say something but hesitating.

Remember the fat guy who played games and ate spicy hot pot with him?

The fat guy's family has never been short of money, but he has been a fan of the second dimension since he was a child. When he was in junior high school, he spent a lot of money to buy a complete set of Dragon Ball cards for his classmates.

When I grew up and went to this university, my father, who worked in the building materials business, was even more generous and provided me with a minimum of 8,000 yuan a month for living expenses.

However, because he is an old 2D fan, not only does Yuezhou have all the skills of the original Collapse Blue and the Five Poisons, he also occasionally goes to Griffin to play some guns and so on, and a large amount of money is spent on in-game purchases every month.

So, at the end of the month, I often use Lao Fan’s meal card.

And every time this fat guy came to borrow the meal card, his expression of wanting to say something but stopping himself, wanting to say something but still wanting to, was exactly the same as that of his adopted daughter.

However, every time the fat man bit his lip, Old Fan from Earth would immediately take out his meal card to stop him from continuing to disgust him.

But Warwick even wanted to admire Texas' expression for a while longer.

After all, a girl's shyness is also a kind of beauty.

But seeing his daughter hesitating for a long time and her eyes moving around on him, the werewolf quickly took the lead and asked.

"Father."

Texas sat on the stool across from Warwick.

"I, I'm very..confused."

Texas struggled.

“I don’t know what to do.”

"I hope my father can help me."

Looking at his daughter's hopeful eyes, Warwick felt like he was in a state of panic, feeling numb again and again.

This girl is so beautiful, how could she be so blind?

You asked me to give you advice, but I know nothing.

I have only been in this world for a few days, even less than the time it took for the clothes you are wearing to be produced.

Besides, it’s not like he didn’t hear last night who this girl’s previous life was.

The eldest daughter of a certain family.

Who was I before?

A bad-ass college student in a crappy second-tier university.

What advice would you like me to give you?

Take the civil service exam or join the army.

There is no such thing as a website crackdown in this world. Are you really trying to suck the blood of a rat?

Oh no.

Looking at his daughter's beautiful face, Warwick believed that with his daughter's looks, as long as she was on the job, within a month fifty governors would serve her like dogs.

Damn, what the hell am I thinking about.

Shake your head and get rid of the dirty things you saw from the fat guy in the lower bunk.

Warwick thought for a moment.

Well, it seems I have to use the same trick that Aunt Sun on the fourth floor used to fool her niece.

"I can't give you any advice, kid."

Looking at Texas's surprised look, Warwick leaned back on the sofa.

"Crack!"

The sharp alchemical device behind him further enlarged the hole that was poked in the sofa last night.

It's a pity that this set of furniture was scrapped before it was even worn out.

However, Warwick pretended nothing happened and leaned against it, his hands resting on his sides.

“I am the past, you are the present.

My past cannot be used to plan your future.

My existence cannot be your guide.

What I can do is to be the lamp in your hand and illuminate your surroundings when you need help, but finding the direction is your own business.

I will not interfere with any of your decisions or give you any advice.

One day, I will leave you, and what will you do when I am gone?

Child, you must learn to leave others and think independently.

It can be seen that you have never lacked others to plan for you or to help you make decisions.

But now, since these shackles that bound you are gone.

You might as well think about whether there is anything you want to do.

If you really can’t figure out your future, I’ll tell you four words.”

Warwick said, standing up and walking over to Texas.

The burly body blocked the sunlight, casting a layer of golden glow on the werewolf's indigo hair.

“Live in the present moment.”

Texas stared blankly at his father standing beside him in the sunlight.

“Live in the present moment?”

Warwick stroked his daughter's head.

You know what, she is a daughter of a wealthy family, so her hair is comfortable to touch. When she put it on his legs last night, he felt the touch like satin.

“Yes, live in the present.”

Warwick nodded.

“Since we can’t plan for the future, let’s first plan for the present, what to eat next, where to go shopping, and what show to watch in the evening.

Over time, you will eventually know what you want and what you want to do through these things.

Until then, we can calculate it.

You are still young and have enough time to plan and calculate.

Any path I summarize for you is only suitable for me.

Only you, who step on it with your feet and walk with your legs, can create a path that suits you. "

Warwick patted his daughter's head gently, using minimal force, fearing that he would explode her if he hit her too hard.

After all, when he came back last night to buy cookies for Texas, he even broke the door of the supermarket.

So, he has to be careful.

"But I have to say, Brother Wei's business card is really useful."

Thinking about last night when he was about to pay compensation but accidentally let the convenience store owner see the golden business card given by Brother Wei, and the owner waved his hands with a look of horror and said that there was no need to pay, the werewolf still felt a little warm in his heart.

Brother Wei is really a kind person.

At this time, his kind-hearted brother was lying on the bed like a dead dog.

Next to her was the radiant mayor's wife.

"The boss of Longmen Restaurant is really sensible. He knows that you are not in good health, so he won't send you those high-fat and high-salt foods."

Like a flower nourished by rain and dew, Princess Wen Yue leaned against the bed in her rose-red pajamas and said with a smile.

"That's how we'll do it from now on."

Old Wei couldn't utter a word.

I'm so tired that I can't move.

All the alchemy potion I drank last night was wasted.

Chapter 17: Freshly-made Goddaughter

"So, you guys just drank like this for half the night yesterday?"

At the breakfast table, Princess Wen Yue was stirring her coffee, watching Wei Yanwu, who was gnawing on a boiled egg as if he was about to die.

"Yeah, that's right."

Wei Laoer now feels numb all over.

Last night’s life-and-death game began not long after Wen Yue suddenly returned.

As soon as the battle started, it became intense.

Nami's ultimate move is indeed powerful, but the Prince is no pushover either. With the Heart of Steel, the Prince can knock Nami high into the air every time a dragon collides with him.

However, after all, there was no means of recovery. After hitting several eqs hard, the prince finally fell to Nami's four water-intensive skills: Blue Wave Prison, Impact Tide, Tidecaller, and Roaring Waves.

So today, Lao Wei just felt numb from the waist down, and he felt lazy and didn't want to move.

"So, did you discuss anything?"

He picked up the perfectly stirred coffee and took a sip.

Wen Yue frowned.

I’m still not used to the Dongguo style of drinking.