Good boy, it’s really you remember when you were a child, your father often took you back to me and showed it off in the demon emperor’s temple. Of course, he knew that his friends did that just to get married as soon as possible. The shadow finally dispersed, but now he is a handsome and abnormal middle-aged boy. Is your father okay?

Father Muqi’s face showed grief and indignation, and he always knelt down and shouted, still hope that the demon emperor’s little nephew can make decisions. What’s going on? I can…