Xicuizhuang, backyard, Ellie. ‘The Proprietress’. Sullent.

As a storm figure in the first time, the boss’s wife sat on the mat and watched her grandson’s live broadcast. Unlike those noisy young people, the boss’s wife prefers to watch the live broadcast silently and communicate with her husband in the communication.

"That bone dragon can only be considered a defective product," when his grandson killed the bone dragon in a few seconds, the boss's wife looked at the main screen, and her husband in the small screen sighed.

"Absolutely, the boy named Solan has tried his best. He and the big cat girl have created a lot of opportunities for the four grassland elves sisters, but the little girls are still not strong enough. If it were equipment and bloodlines like Taixian back then, the first sacred instructions would have been able to kill this bone dragon in seconds."

"You always say what bloodline is. In my eyes, those are all illusions. Human destiny has always been in my own hands. Just like our little Masce, how could the little guy become so powerful if he doesn't work hard?" The husband on the small screen sighed while flipping through the documents.

In response, the boss's wife just smiled... Indeed, a person's background does not represent anything. Diligence and talent are the cornerstone of how far a person can go: "But my husband, do you think our little Masce, if it weren't for that blood relationship, could really get that kind of education, and could really stand up mentally?"

"Don't mess around, my dear. If our little Masce had not performed so well, would you think that old man would really educate our grandson on the thinner bloodline than paper?" In response, the boss's husband laughed sarcastically: "For those kittens, our grandson is just an illegitimate wild man without a father. If there was not a mother on Earth, I was afraid that the culinary garden would be the best ending for the little guy."

"After all, our daughter is ignorant, isn't it?" Speaking of this, the boss's wife lowered her voice rarely: "For the first time, I discovered that the stubbornness of the Hisher people is not a good thing sometimes... Dejin."

"Well, Ellie. What's the matter?" the old man on the screen raised his head.

"Nan is leaving...it's been almost forty years."

The boss's wife's words made the old man on the screen stop the work. After a while of silence, he nodded: "Yes, I still remember when I received the death notice, the anger on your face was almost falling."

"Then I joined the army and fought all the way to the position of the commander of the 'Flame Emblem' of the 927th War." Speaking of this, the boss's wife took a sip of the cigarette while sighing, then took out the tobacco at the front of the cigarette pole and pressed it to death on the ashtray: "At first, I just wanted to avenge my children, but finally found that she had become the nanny of tens of thousands of veggies... It was a bad fate."

"Hey, why don't you smoke anymore? Every time you mention Nan, you always like to smoke one." The old man on the screen asked curiously.

"When the child was alive, he was completely different from his brother. He was a good man who didn't smoke or drink. After he left, I, a mother, did so many wrong things. We should also review it carefully." Putting down the cigarette pole in my hand, the boss's wife looked at the husband in front of her with a blank expression as usual: "When Nan was still alive, she always wanted to have a younger brother or sister. I think it's time to fulfill this wish for him... Hey, Mr. Monkey from Earth, are you interested in accompanying me to realize Nan's wish?"

"...Wait a minute. Dear." Putting down the documents and pen in my hand, the old man turned around and shouted to the camera: "Mary! Mary! Yes! I'm calling you! Tell us, Dear Prime Minister, I'm going home to have a baby with my wife...What!? My holiday is only three months?! Go to the fucking holiday! I resigned! The position of this speaker, let him find another person to warm up!"

Looking at the husband who was full of ecstasy on the small screen, he threw down the documents and pen and stood up and left. The boss's wife finally smiled. She reached out to pick up the photo frame on the dish table. In the square photo frame, there were young self and husband, young eldest son, and young second son.

"Even a kitten like Marceau can understand how he should walk on his own life path. How can I, an old woman who has become a grandmother, continue to fall into depravity?" The boss's wife muttered to herself as she touched the second son in the photo.

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"Soran is dead, the entire squadron's defense has collapsed. We must retreat to the second line before the entire first line is swept by the undead." Pulling the long sword out of a deadpool, Marceau looked at the grassland elves who came down from the support point and said, "Can you see at the support point where there are any signs of resistance at the surrounding point?"

At this time, nearly a hundred grassland elves had followed behind Marceau. These members of the Solan squadron had just rescued this support point with Marceau.

"No, commander." The grassland elves who were supporting the point answered this way and made Marceau die to save people. If these little guys on the high ground cannot find anyone, then if they continue to search like this, they might lead hundreds of survivors to crash into the undead's front, which would be no fun.

"Okay, let's go to the second line of defense right now," said Marceau.

"Commander, I'm going to stay." said the human ranger who poked his head out of the window.

"Why?" Marceau asked with his head raised.

"Because I think those catapults may pass through this defense zone. When they come, I will use remote control ied to blow them into the sky." While the human being said this, he waved the remote control in his hand.

"You will die." Marceau looked at the human ranger and said, "The commander of the undead is not a fool. I have seen many battle records in the first open era. Is it possible to distinguish between remote controls?"

"I know, but those catapults also need to be destroyed, right? Leave this to me, Commander." The human ranger said this and pointed at himself: "The priests have spelled me, and ordinary undead will ignore my existence. I am a ranger, so it is easy to hide it, right?"

"...Okay, take care of yourself." Marceau nodded. There was nothing to object to the cat's proposal.

Just as Marceau was about to turn around, a little guy ran out of the queue and shouted at the human ranger upstairs: "Big Yang! Come down!"

"Xiaoshou, stop making trouble, go with your companions." The human ranger replied calmly.

Watching the little guy being dragged away by her friends, after the prairie elves left, Marceau waved to the person on the support point: "I have seen many fearless big men tonight, you are one of them."

The human ranger waved at Marceau too: "I'm just doing what a big man should do, Commander, goodbye."

"Goodbye." Marceau turned around, moved his left hand, and walked into the rain curtain. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!