Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Looking at the conversation that was still going on more than ten days ago, Maria thought about it.

Oh, it may be a problem with my network.

After refreshing for a while, the picture still didn't change.

This time the little girl was anxious.

Hey, what's going on?

Suddenly, a thought flashed through the little girl's mind like lightning...

No way!

Maria's expression suddenly became conflicted, and she opened Zofia's circle of friends with half belief and half doubt.

Because Zofia had to support her, and also to hide her shortcomings for the Linguang family, Zofia's circle of friends is always updated with records of her shopping.

Just like a normal socialite, she won Dior today, Audi tomorrow, and Dio the day after tomorrow.

This is a means to make everyone think that this woman is just a spendthrift old woman who enjoys shopping.

But today, this post was like a purchasing agent, filled with photos of a hand holding something and various happy words on the circle of friends, and suddenly a rather discordant photo popped up!

The blue sea and golden sand, the setting sun, a beautiful blonde woman wearing sunglasses leans against a burly man whose face cannot be seen clearly. There is a little distilled water on her two buns, which give off a sheen of temptation, and her complexion is so bright that even her niece is puzzled.

What is even more puzzling is the additional words my aunt added.

"He said, that's good."

Who said that? How come it’s fine now?

Although little Maria didn't understand, she knew that this must be related to her uncle who kidnapped her aunt with a box of milk and a bunch of bananas.

But why didn’t my aunt explain it clearly?

The little girl is young and inexperienced, and doesn't understand that women's reserve is actually a more low-key form of publicity.

Looking at the communicator, the little girl was conflicted.

at this time.

"Squeak..."

There was a slight sound of a door opening.

Suddenly, Maria's eyes turned cold.

It's only six o'clock in the evening.

As a professional office worker, it is impossible for Uncle Maenna to come back from get off work during this period of time.

And my aunt was not here, and the old knight and the old craftsman never had the key to this place.

It is even more impossible for my aunt to come back from her world of two with my uncle...

So during this period of time, the people who return to Lin Guang’s house are definitely not friends!

Then it can only be an enemy!

Maria rolled over, her long legs spinning in the air as she got out of bed. She picked up the power armor that had always been with her since Zofia left, put it on, picked up the chainsword beside her, and kicked the door and rushed out.

Sure enough, the one coming towards them was a Sarkaz holding a long sword!

Dressed in black, you can tell at first glance that he is not a good person!

At this moment, a fierce gust of wind whistled from behind her.

Maria's eyes narrowed, she picked up the chainsaw sword in her hand and turned around.

"Buzzing..."

The hammer and the chainsaw sword collided, hot iron chips flew everywhere, and the sparks were dazzling.

There was a snap.

The hammer head fell to the ground.

Along with the warhammer, the chainsword in Maria's hand also fell to the ground.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of her, Maria's hand that was holding the sword began to tremble.

"Little Maria, you have grown up."

Looking at his sister who broke his war hammer with just one sword, Lin Guang's smile was warm and bright.

"elder sister…"

The little girl looked at this dear relative who had been gone for many years but suddenly appeared in front of her, and said in a hoarse voice.

Margaret didn't expect that her sister would progress so quickly.

All this was beyond her expectations.

When Margaret just returned here and learned that the knight competition was temporarily suspended and the reason was because of her sister, she felt very complicated.

She didn't think Maria could grow to this level.

But after seeing her today, Margaret believed it.

"Congratulations, Lin Guang."

At this time, the black and white devil came over and gave his blessings.

Shining looked at Lin Guang's sister and thought to himself.

Should we say they are worthy of being sisters?

Both of them are equally dazzling.

Compared to someone like me who is filthy, she is simply too dazzling...

A moment later, the four of them were sitting in Lin Guang's living room. Margaret looked around the room with some surprise.

She had thought that after she left, Maria would have a hard time and would have to sell her property to maintain the mansion.

But unexpectedly, not only is there nothing missing in Lin Guang’s house compared to before, but it seems that there are a lot more furnishings?

"Oh... that..."

Maria blushed a little embarrassedly after hearing her sister's praise.

"These things were bought by Aunt Zofia. I did sell a lot of things to maintain the Linguang House, but I didn't expect that they were all bought by Aunt Zofia..."

Lin Guang frowned as he listened to his sister's explanation.

Seeing my sister like this, the memory of being stabbed by a wooden sword as a child came back to my mind.

Little Maria was suddenly startled.

"But I have money! I bought them all with my own money!"

After hearing this, Lin Guang was stunned.

Do you have money?

Where did you get the money?

"My uncle gave it to me!"

Maria spoke righteously.

"Uncle?"

Lin Guang was even more confused.

Sofia is married?

Look at this, you're rich?

Miss Margaret felt that she was out of touch with the times.

Of course, she was not the only one who had the same idea.

For example, Chen Huijie, who was sitting on a beach chair, was not in a very good mood.

Because only Lin Yuxia was called away, and she could only sit here and drink.

Half a day has passed, but Lao Chen still remembers the smug look on the mouse's face when it left here.

That look of joy mixed with contempt and ridicule...

She is indeed the best friend of the barbecued pork cat. The two of them have surprisingly consistent expressions and actions on this matter...

Chen Huijie poked the cake on the plate while thinking.

The chocolate cake was not to her taste because it was too sour.

It's so sour that it makes people uncomfortable.

No, I looked at the communicator and it was already past six o'clock. I had to call the mouse and ask her what she was doing.

Old Chen gritted his teeth, took out his communicator, and dialed the communicator number of Lao Shuguo.

The result was somewhat smoother than Lao Chen had expected. The dead mouse did not reject her communication, but answered it directly.

"Ah, you have...haha...something wrong...oh..."

Unexpectedly, as soon as the call was connected, the low humming coming from the other end of the communicator made Old Chen, who was using the hands-free function, move his hands as fast as the mother of a League of Legends designer flying out of the atmosphere. He quickly pressed the receiver button when the first syllable appeared.

However, he was still a step too slow after all, and the imaginative syllables were still spread out. The group of people who were watching the show immediately turned around when they heard that there was something to eat.

What, there are melons?

Then he saw Lao Chen's face, which still showed the same look as when he had kidnapped his biological mother, and he frowned again.

Would a woman with a face that looks like it was randomly drawn by a lazy artist listen to such an exciting program?

Doesn’t look like it?

Old Chen kept his angry face and put the communicator to his ear.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Xiao Longnu's expression was righteous, her words were forceful and powerful, and she asked Lin Yuxia in the communicator in a business tone without looking away.

This has to work. The little mouse over there seems to be something stuffed into it, and it keeps humming, as if the switch is broken.

Could it be that she was in heat? But the blood of the ancestors in her body was not strong enough to cause reversion to the ancestral blood disease?

As Chen Huijie thought about it, she pierced the fork in her hand through the paper cup and nailed it to the table.

The onlookers on the side shuddered. They couldn't afford to offend him, so they just kept on complaining.

Feeling the burning gazes from all around him fade away, Chen Huijie let out a long sigh.

If she didn't have this expression, and someone heard the voice in the communicator, would she still be alive?

For the first time, Xiao Long Nu experienced the feeling of the little mouse after the scene of him taking turns with the watermelon and then crushing its skull was broadcast.

I wanted to carry the train and escape from Dos Sores overnight.

But Lin Yuxia on the other side of the microphone was still humming.

"Um...no, oh...I didn't do anything...Oh, godfather, please be gentle..."

Chen Huijie's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Lin Yuxia is in heat, no problem.

She was with Warwick, no problem.

But being with Warwick and being in heat is a big problem!

What on earth are you doing, bitch?

"Hey, what are you doing! Lin Yuxia! Do you know that's your godfather?"

Old Chen became anxious.

"I know... Oh, Godfather, what did you spray... It's so hot..."

Lin Yuxia's voice became increasingly distant and weak, and it sounded as if she was almost dehydrated...

"If you don't believe it...ah...you can see it yourself...oh, come and see...haah...

We are at... Godfather, it's so hot, be gentle... Golden Sands Beach..."

The sound of the little mouse mixed with the crackling sound of flesh hitting flesh came from the other end of the communicator, and Old Chen looked serious.