Immediately he thought: "Huh, it must be Big Tou's scream. When he comes back, I will make him look good!"

Datou, who was playing in the house of a ghost king far away in the underworld, suddenly sneezed.

The thick tentacles rubbed his nose.

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw that several good brothers around him were extremely drunk, and a proud and silly smile suddenly appeared on their honest and honest faces.

"Hiccup~"

He opened his mouth and let out a long, trumpet-like burp, and then he took out his mobile phone from his mouth with satisfaction.

After opening the phone, I saw more than a dozen missed calls and more than 20 text messages, all of which were from Mr. Chen.

Σ(?Д?;): "Scared!"

After he read Mr. Chen's message clearly at a glance, his brain suddenly buzzed.

There were more than twenty text messages, the first ones were not important, but when I saw the last message, there was suddenly a line of small words written on it: [Go home and wait to be beaten!]

In an instant, Datou woke up with a strong smell of alcohol.

He immediately looked around and saw the tentacles pulling the drunken Atun out of the wine jar.

The other hand rolled up the three-handed squirrel in the corner, which was holding a certain mythical beast and drooling.

She ran out immediately, looking embarrassed, more like an adulterer who noticed that the male master had come home, and hurriedly ran out with his belongings.

When he got out of the door, he saw Fairhold sleeping in the corner. He slapped the guy's butt hard with a tentacle, making Fairhold howl in pain.

"Moo!"

Several mythical beasts who were still sleeping just now were awakened by Big Tou's hurried actions. When they saw Big Tou running away, they couldn't help but ask to save them.

"Hiss~eeee???" (Don't leave? Keep playing?)

When Da Tou heard this, he ran faster. The thick tentacles turned into a ball of wheels and rolled up smoke and dust on the ground.

?(???;)?=3=3=3: “If you don’t go home, the dog’s life will be at risk!”

“Dog’s life??”

Several mythical beasts looked at each other, and finally turned their eyes to the mountain beasts who were still sleeping in the corner, with puzzled expressions on their faces.

Da Tou ran very fast and went straight to Chaimu's new home.

At this moment, Ding Xiaoyi was playing with Ding Peng's new little brother in the playground.

Seeing that the two children were tired from playing, Ding Xiaoyi specially bought two ice creams for them.

Looking at the colorful ice cream in his hand, Dick's eyes were red.

"Why are you crying? Don't you think the ice cream tastes good??"

Ding Peng, who saw Dick looking like he was about to cry again, couldn't help but frown his little brows into the Chinese character "Chuan".

I thought to myself: "Why is it so troublesome to have a younger brother? Didn't Master say that the more younger brothers you have, the more prestigious you will be? Why do I still have to coax my younger brothers to eat ice cream??"

Hearing this, Dick burst into tears. When Ding Xiaoyi asked, he found out that Dick had grown up and it was his first time to come to the amusement park.

It wasn't until just now that I learned that the cold, sweet and glutinous thing on my hand was called ice cream.

Hearing this? Ding Xiaoyi and Ding Peng couldn't help but fell silent.

Ding Xiaoyi sighed deeply, sincerely he did not approve of those so-called aristocratic families or sects that trained their children like robots since childhood.

What kind of happiness can there be for a child who grows up like this?

Even when he grows up? He is just a killing machine without emotions, or a perverted maniac with a twisted personality.

While Ding Peng was laughing at Dick in his heart, he gradually felt the pain in Dick's heart. When he thought about it carefully, a cold war suddenly broke out.

If it were him, immersed in training every day and not even able to come to the playground? I'm afraid he would have gone crazy.

When he thought of this? Ding Peng raised his head and looked at his father beside him, his eyes suddenly became complicated.

It's getting darker and darker.

The two children were also tired from playing.

Ding Xiaoyi asked Bitser to send Dick back to school first and arrange a dormitory for him, which would be regarded as enrollment.

After all, he is different from those foreign students. He was just brought by Jia Baosan to participate in the competition. He did not do evil in the league and stayed in the academy. He went to school hard and accepted new things and correct values. He brought his three views to a correct place.

The merit is immeasurable.

As for him? He doesn’t know how to go to school anymore? Anyway, it’s quite close to the old town. He will take his son home to stay one night and then go to school tomorrow.

"Okay, just..."

Bitser hesitated for a moment, but continued: "But, you offended that demigod so badly today, will he..."

Bitser's concerns are not unfounded.

After all, forcing this demigod to fulfill the contract in front of everyone was equivalent to tearing off the last layer of his face.

To say that Jia Baosan can swallow this breath is really a shame for his status as a demigod.

"Hmph, there's nothing to be afraid of if you're a demigod."

This is not a big lie, he has a sufficient understanding of the power of divinity.

The so-called demigod was unattainable in the eyes of others, but in his eyes it was not a big deal. Even strictly speaking, this old guy was still at the dragon level.

If this guy dares to come, he will let this old guy know clearly that even if he doesn't pick up the dishes, he can still beat him till his face turns red.

"But……"

Bitser still had some scruples, but Ding Xiaoyi had made up his mind to live uprightly in this world with his son.

I would never hide and be a coward just because I offended some bullshit demigod. In that case, my persistence and the Beimang Academy I created would be meaningless.

All he had to do was take out the black iron key from his waist, squeeze the key a few times, and return to Chaimu's new home in Huangquan. Why bother with the collapse of the sky outside.

"Okay! I will be alert to Jia Baosan and the others' movements. If there is any trouble, I will notify you as soon as possible."

Bitser didn't insist anymore, took Dick, who was holding a meat bun and chewing it, into the car and returned to Beimang College.

As for Ding Xiaoyi, she took Ding Peng's little hand and strolled home.

Wangcheng Park is some distance away from the old city.

But this distance was insignificant to the two of them. It was just a walk after dinner.

The bustling city in front of us is even more noisy and noisy than usual under the night sky.

Under the colorful red lights, pedestrians were coming and going. When Ding Peng saw some children riding on his father's head, he couldn't help pouting and holding Ding Xiaoyi's hand. He just hesitated but didn't dare to say anything.

Unexpectedly, he was still struggling. Ding Xiaoyi had already noticed his expression and grabbed the boy's arm with his big hand.

"Sit tight."

As he spoke, he put Ding Peng on his neck, and the world in front of him suddenly became brighter.

You can have a panoramic view of the bustling streets and crowds.

"Wow, so high!"

Ding Peng hugged Ding Xiaoyi's forehead tightly, completely forgetting that even if he accidentally fell, he could still land firmly on his feet.

"Gao, just sit tight!"

Ding Xiaoyi shouted and dragged Ding Peng forward.

Suddenly, a cool breeze blew on their faces, even though the huge screen next to them was playing back various exciting clips from Beimang College today.

Ding Xiaoyi on the screen has piercing eyes and is upright, forcing the privileged foreigners to get out of their territory.

Ding Peng's sunny image in the snow and his textbook-level operations are deeply affecting.

But at this time, the two of them were more like an ordinary father and son seen everywhere on the street.

The crowd was shouting and screaming.

No one pays attention to them, no one pays attention to them, they are drowned in the crowd like all sentient beings.

Until under the dim lights of the old city.

Ding Peng, who was tired from playing, lay on Ding Xiaoyi's shoulder, snoring loudly in his nose, saliva dripping down the corners of his pink lips and dripping on Ding Xiaoyi's neck.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi just shook his head and smiled bitterly, took out a tissue and wiped it.

Seeing that the door of the house was in front of him, when he was about to reach out to wake Ding Peng, Ding Peng suddenly murmured to himself in his sleep: "Dad!"

"Yeah!" He pointed his finger, thinking that the kid had woken up.

After taking a closer look, I realized that this kid was talking in his sleep.

"I want balloons..."

Ding Peng was still holding the balloon he just bought tightly in his hand, and he was already talking nonsense.

While he was smiling, he suddenly heard Ding Peng's very low voice: "I love you, dad."

Please was like the sound of mosquito wings flapping, but it seemed like a warm spring breeze blowing in his ears, making a warm current surge in his heart.
To be continued...