Chapter 615： Good father and bad son (2/2)

The old man realized that something was wrong, and his eyes were sweeping. He was seeing a young man standing quietly behind the chair, less than three meters away from the two dragon knights.

I don't need to think carefully. I can avoid the inductive feelings of several strong people in a mysterious way. Who can do it all over the continent?

Angmanchi’s face has become iron blue, and the slightly trembling fingertips can no longer sustain the operation of the perspective of the eye. The next moment, the perspective of the eye is broken like a mirror falling to the ground.

The boy’s eyes flashed a bit, then sighed and suddenly asked: “Angmanchi, why do they have to kill each other? Are everyone happy and happy?”

”They...” Angmanchi did not know whether he was answering this naive question first, or questioning the origins and purposes of the young man. Although both are in the category of nonsense, he should always do something.

Dick turned around a little. When he saw Hanjin, he couldn't help but lean back. Then he stepped back a few steps. He felt that the chest suddenly appeared like a huge stone, almost pressing him unable to breathe. .

Ferragon's reaction was very calm, his right hand stalked a little, holding his hilt tightly, and two flames in his eyes slowly ignited.

The boy also turned around and looked at Han Jin with a pair of curious eyes: ”Yeah... Come on, big brother, hello.”

”Little guy, do you still know me?” Han Jin smiled, no matter how smart Nikolai's son was. After all, he was there, although he could control his expression very well, but he was hanging there, slightly trembling toes. And the stiff neck, which highlights his true feelings.

”Big brother, have you seen me?” the boy asked in amazement, and then said: ”Big brother, you are so beautiful!”

”To praise a man, you shouldn't use it beautifully.” Han Jin said with a smile: ”For something else, for example, handsome, handsome, I like to listen.”

”Yes? I remember, oh...” The boy opened his mouth and smiled.

Han Jin took a step forward. Ferragon and Dick were together like an electric shock, keeping the boy behind him.

”Don't be nervous.” Han Jin whispered, his eyes crossed the front of a few people, and he plunged into the fog of the distant elements. For a moment, he slowly said: ”Fan Luding's discourage only ends here. Do you believe it? Even if Give him thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, he will not make any progress.”

Several people from Angmanchi looked at each other. They didn't understand why they suddenly mentioned the black dragon king Van Luding, and they didn't know how to answer it.

”Nikkor is much better than Van Luding.” Han Jin smiled: ”Three years... maybe too short, but if you give him more time, he really has the potential to break through the final barrier. Because he has a heart that is brave and fearless.”

”Big brother, are you complimenting my father? Ha... thank you!” The boy’s head squeezed out between Ferragon and Dick, smiling.

”Unfortunately...” Han Jin looked at the boy with a slightly weird look: ”You ruined him.”

”I?” Perhaps the self-control has reached the limit, and the teenager's smile has become a little stubborn.

”I can sense that Nikolay is sprinting here at full speed.” Han Jin whispered: ”He should know that now is not the time to fight with me, but he has no choice, in order to Cui Linda before his death. In order to assume the responsibility of a father, he must come.”

”Big brother, I don't understand what you are saying.” The boy squinted hard.

Ticking... Ticking... A drop of blood dripped down the handle of the chair and infiltrated into the grass. The boy’s two-finger tip squirmed and squirmed on the handle, and the broken nail had pierced his finger. Deep in the tip, however, he does not seem to feel pain, or because another pain is more torment, so he ignored his fingers.

”It is impossible to do things by small cleverness.” Han Jin said faintly: ”Nikolay is a good father, but you are not a good son.”