Mother frowned and said, "Go ahead. Pay attention to your safety."
"Don't worry, I will do it. You also said that Leo won't do anything to me because of the Beast King's respect."
Jin shouted: "Go to see King Behemoth? I will go too, I will go too."
"What are you going to do? You are looking for trouble again. I will not help you. I am going to do business, not to play." Jin said: "Who said I am going to find trouble? I am just going to have a look."
This guy really gives me a headache. They have made trouble for my father before. If they did, how could they not start a fight?
Just when I was in trouble, my mother spoke: "Yin, how about aunt teaching you how to cook? What you just ate was just ordinary snacks. In the evening, aunt will cook something good for you."
Yin Daxi said happily: "Okay, okay, then when do we start?"
The mother smiled and said: "Of course it is now. Cooking requires many processes. If anything is wrong, the taste will be lost a lot." Under her mother's kind words, Yin dragged the somewhat unwilling Jin to the kitchen.
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I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, told Meng Ke to keep an eye on them, and quietly left the palace.
I walked through the streets and alleys and arrived at Prince Behemoth's Mansion. The palace still stood as majestic as before. I took a deep breath, skipped the main entrance, jumped over the wall and entered the mansion. My father should be here at this time, I think.
I looked around and saw that the palace was very clean. There were only a few servants walking by in a hurry, and no one would notice me at all.
After all, this is the place where I have lived for more than ten years. I arrived outside my father's bedroom with ease. It was evening now, and the lights were on in my father's tall room. He should be there.
I calmed down my mood, took two steps forward, and knocked twice on the door.
"Who?" Father's deep and deep voice sounded.
"Father, it's me." My voice was slightly excited. The huge figure was projected on the door under the light. The door opened, and my father's familiar tall body appeared in front of me.
After not seeing each other for a few months, I noticed that my father’s temples were a little gray, and the look in his eyes when he looked at me was a little complicated, including relief, joy, and anger.
He stretched out his big hand and grabbed my shoulder: "Come in."
It can be seen that the failure of this war dealt a great blow to my father. My father's hands were still so steady and strong, which made me feel as if I had no power to resist him.
Entering the house, my father waved his hand, a strong wind blew by, and the door was closed. He released his hold on my big hand, walked alone behind his desk and sat down. He raised his head and stared at me carefully.
As if he had never seen me before: "Sit down." I hummed, pulled up a chair and sat diagonally opposite my father, with my side face towards my father.
"Didn't you go on a mission for His Majesty? Why are you back?"
I was always a little reserved in front of my father, and said respectfully: "Father, I came back this time because I have some important things to report to His Majesty."
The father picked up the big water glass on the table and took a sip: "Why, you can't even deal with some bandits?"
I am not surprised at all that my father knows about my actions. The relationship between the Beast King and my father is inseparable. Without my father's support, the Beast King would not be in the position he is today. He will not hide anything from his father.
I shook my head and said: "A few bandits are nothing. I have successfully conquered the entire territory of Yunna and Sasi, and also killed several groups of bandits. However, after I just recovered Sasi, I encountered
The attack of the demonic fallen angels.”
Two rays of light shot out of my father's eyes. The huge pressure made me breathless, and my heart trembled involuntarily. My father asked in a deep voice: "Why are there fallen angels in our territory? What are they doing here?"
I said bitterly: "They came here just to destroy our plan to reorganize the orcs. Five fallen angels killed nineteen of my brothers. One of them ran back to the demons before I came back, and the rest were all killed."
They were all wiped out by me, and I must avenge them, so this time I came back to ask Your Majesty to send troops to attack the demons."
My father suddenly stood up, "What did you say? You killed four fallen angels?"
I shook my head and said: "I killed one, and the remaining one was killed by my sworn brother, one committed suicide, and the other one was blown up by his companion's self-destruction."
"Where did you get the idea of becoming a sworn brother? Who are you?"
"Oh, I became sworn brothers with three orcs, one from the snake tribe, one from the werewolf tribe, and one is my surviving guard." The father snorted and said, "Nonsense, with our noble bloodline.
, how can you sworn sworn brothers with these lowly races?" I said in surprise: "Then your majesty is also a lion-man race, isn't he?"
My father coughed dryly and did not answer the question: "You said you can kill a fallen angel, so your kung fu must have improved a lot." As he said that, he walked up to me, and I quickly stood up.
"Follow me." My father turned around, opened the door, and walked out. I followed closely. My father, just like when I came in, didn't go through the main entrance and jumped out of the palace with me.
The sky was getting dark and night was gradually falling. Why did my father call me out? Judging from what he just said, he probably wanted to test my skills.
My father took me all the way to the place where we fought last time. He stopped and said, "Let me see how much your kung fu has improved." After saying that, he turned around and punched me.
I secretly complained in my heart. I couldn't use the Fallen Angel transformation to fight against my father. Even if I turned into a blood-red angel, I would definitely be no match for him. What's more, I can't transform now? In order to hold on a little longer, I tried hard to remind myself of my grandma's death.
, I want to use these to arouse my emotions so that I can go crazy and fight.
While I was adjusting my thoughts, I activated the Mad God's fighting energy and dark magic power. My body emitted a faint yellow light. I knew what kind of battle my father liked. I took a step forward, shouted, and poured the Mad God's fighting energy into my fists.
In the middle, he swung it out with the mentality of fighting against the world.
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