Warwick the Godfather of Terra

And Huaihu is on holiday.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a talisman.

The talisman was inscribed with gold lacquer in the ancient Yan style with a flourish of flying dragons and dancing phoenixes.

“Wealth is coming in”

All four characters are simple and elegant, and look quite impressive.

"Come on, come on, brother, I don't have anything to give you, so I'll just write four words and hang them up for you."

Lao Li said this and slapped the four words into Warwick's hand.

It took him a lot of gold lacquer to write these four words. All of this gold lacquer was brought back from his hometown. He would not be willing to give it to anyone other than an ordinary person.

A lot of ancient recipes were used in this gold paint. These four words can repel insects when hung in the house.

"well."

Warwick quickly put it away and was about to give a red envelope to Lao Li.

But Lao Li seemed to understand what Warwick meant and glared at him.

"What are you doing? You look down on me, don't you? Take it back, take it back. I'm going to have to eat here in the future, so aren't you just chasing me away?"

Then the two of them spent a lot of time talking about this, just like they were giving each other New Year's money during the Spring Festival.

In the end, Warwick's money was never paid.

Lao Li put away the compass and waved his hand.

"Let's go, you'll open your business in a few days, and I'll come join in the fun, brother."

After saying this, Lao Li turned and left.

How cool, neat, handsome and elegant he is!

He might have looked even more handsome if he wasn't holding a barbecue with oil dripping from it.

"Hey."

The emperor, who was holding a chicken wing in his mouth, looked at the old carp going away and rolled his eyes.

"I say, wild dog, don't you know you've been deceived?"

Smashing the taste while talking about it.

You know what, the chicken wings are really delicious.

"How can you read Feng Shui like that? He doesn't prepare anything, he just spins a compass and comes up with the result."

The Great Emperor is a man who has seen a lot. Having lived for thousands of years, he has seen all kinds of scenery.

Whether it was the Feng Shui of Dayan, the witchcraft of Minos, or even the sacrifices in the rainforest, he knew a thing or two.

This old guy who came from nowhere went in and took a look around, but it was totally useless.

"know."

Warwick looked at the old carp going away, and after the figure disappeared, he turned around and continued roasting.

He actually didn't really believe this, and his initial excitement had now faded.

"Then you let him come."

The emperor said this and picked up another string of chicken wings.

His arm, covered with band-aids, looked like a flowered bed sheet.

Look at that funny.

"It's okay. I'm happy to do that."

Warwick said this, glancing at the emperor.

"So, what are you going to open?"

So, there was the sentence in the previous chapter.

"Open a bar!"

The emperor said, straightening his collar.

Then, looking at the T-shirt that was stained with white spots by his greasy arms, his face turned dark.

Damn, I forgot I just finished eating kebabs.

"bar?"

Warwick frowned.

"The one who was dancing and shaking his head?"

His understanding of bars was still stuck on the three-seller places seen in legal programs on TV: selling alcohol, drugs, and money.

"What kind of shit is that place? It's outdated."

The Emperor looked at Warwick with contempt.

"Don't eat it if it's out of season."

The werewolf glared and reached out to grab the penguin's chicken wings.

I finally stopped fighting with you, so I'm giving you some mercy, right?

Would you like me to give you another set of continuous fear to try?

Just as the two of them were staring at each other.

Mastema came out.

"Mr. Great Emperor, Mr. Warwick, I will take my leave now."

Nodding slightly, Mostima smiled.

"Oh, then I won't send you off."

The werewolf nodded as well.

"Okay. You go first, Mastema. Next month I will..."

The emperor put down the chicken wings and wiped the oil from his mouth, saying only half of his words.

Suddenly, I felt a strong wind blowing on my body.

When he looked carefully, he saw that the giant wolf had already grabbed the blue angel's arm!

"What, your name is..."

Warwick widened his eyes and looked expectantly at Mostima, who had a helpless smile in front of him.

The first few times he was so excited that he didn't care what the girl's name was.

But this time, when I heard the whole thing, I couldn’t help it!

"You. You called Timo's mother dead?"

The werewolf asked excitedly.

“You, you are from the Alliance too?

How did you get through here?"

And in Mostima's mind, the voice became even more terrified.

"Hurry, get him away! He, he found me!"

"Excuse me sir, my name is Mostima."

Xiao Mo shook his head and looked at the werewolf in front of him who was obviously excited and not working well mentally.

"Don't call Timo your mother."

The werewolf's eyes suddenly dimmed.

Oh.

It seems that I heard it wrong.

Ugh.

Sighing, the werewolf turned around and continued grilling skewers, his back looking a little sad.

The emperor standing by frowned.

alliance?

It seems like there is indeed an organization behind this guy!

Chapter 32 Wei Yanwu: I can’t get over the fact that I have kidney deficiency, right?

In Wei Yanwu's bedroom, Old Wei, who had been busy all day, patted his waist and sat on the sofa. He first looked around like a thief, and after finding no suspicious things like wolfberry and polygonatum, he leaned back on the sofa with confidence.

It has been a long time since I have experienced this kind of leisurely feeling without any work.

Lying on the sofa, Lao Wei was too lazy to think about anything.

He didn't know why, but ever since Warwick came, he felt more and more tired.

Although the reason for his tiredness had nothing to do with werewolves.

"Old Wei, look, Huijie's cheongsam is ready."

Just when Wei Yanwu was emptying his mind and preparing to enjoy the happy time that belongs to a middle-aged man.

Wen Yue's voice came.

Old Wei was so frightened that he subconsciously tried to get up.

But when I turned around, I saw that Wen Yue didn't change into her nightgown, but into her home clothes.

The dragon let out a breath of air.

Okay, my kidneys are saved tonight.

Wen Yue took out the cheongsam she had made during the day and showed it to Wei Yanwu.

Lao Long looked at the cheongsam with golden outlines and bright red color and nodded.

"Well, it suits the child very well. She takes after her mother, looks like her and has a similar temper."

Speaking of this, Wei Yanwu sighed.

He would rather she didn't look like her mother, nor like him.

She's like a normal kid at best.

However, the blood flowing in her veins and the identity she bears do not allow her to do so.

"Okay, Lao Wei, stop being upset."

Husband and wife are of the same mind. Seeing the man frowning and sighing beside her, how could Wen Yue not know what he was thinking.

She quickly folded the cheongsam, put it in the box, and sat down to comfort her husband.

"No, I'm not upset."

Old Wei shook his head, his eyes still deep.

"Okay, I don't know you yet, tell me something that makes you happy."

Wen Yue smiled.

"Warwick's restaurant will open next month. Let's take Huijie with us to show our support."

Old Wei shook his head when he heard this.

"She won't go, even if you say so."

"It's okay, I'll find someone to let her go."

Wen Yue smiled mysteriously.

"Who?"

Old Wei was stunned.