"Silly boy, there are elders protecting you. Why are you crying?" Rand smiled lovingly.

Lanze's face is too tender. Although sometimes, he may be quite intelligent. But occasionally he gets a chance to play, and he plays more crazily than his sons. It doesn't have the "old father-like" sense of solidity that Mo Mo wants.

Rand was different. The groove in his face was the groove in his chest. His face was full of "elder-like" wisdom. It fit Mo Mo's need for an "old father" very much.

Anyway, this uncle is what my father looks like when he gets older.

Mo Mo gave Rand's uncle a gentle hug.

Then he raised his head and glanced at the image in the sky, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

A close-up of his own face was magnified very clearly in the middle of each branch venue. His eyes were red and his face was stained with tears. People from various branch venues were also staring here.

At this moment, with his father scolding the bad guys for him and his uncle coming to comfort him, he felt at ease. He took out a drinking glass from his bag in a panic, found his own small towel, dipped it in water and wiped his eyes.

I wiped my face carefully again.

He was just sobbing involuntarily, and he couldn't stop it even if he wanted to. He could only raise his head, sobbing, and giggle a little.

The black-robed shepherd roared angrily:

"You are the devil! Your youth is a cover-up for the devil! You should have aged long ago! Once the magic is gone, you will be nothing more than a pile of withered bones! And your wealth is also the same as selling your soul to the devil!"

At this point, the words are contradictory and incoherent.

But based on what he meant, even the Space City Cult admitted that Lan Ze was indeed an old man.
Chapter completed!