The old man's big hand, index finger and thumb, pinched the crystal, and slowly turned it.

A trace of red particles merge into it, and the crystal glows slightly.

Looking at the crystal that looked like a small light bulb, Li Wenzheng fell into deep thought again.

The picture of Li Wenzheng talking to Ninety-Nine came into mind, and he pretended to be mature for a while, and then he smiled like a child.

"This kid ...... It's not bad......" Li Wenzheng frowned, his frowning gaze staring at the faintly glowing bloodstone.

"Hey...... Old...... I can't even get a vampire to do it......" Li Wenzheng smiled bitterly and withdrew the blood crystal. Placed the cigar in the black ashtray and knocked it. Then he continued to smoke.

"If you were such a cute child, you would be like that...... Hey......" He rolled his eyes and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

The memory of a newspaper floated in front of me, and it was the newspaper cut out by the commander of the city of Falling Sound Valley, with the headline: 'Count Theresa, Punish the Devil without fear of danger.' 'Newspapers.

At the center of the newspaper is the imprisoned blonde girl who never sleeps (legal loli).

The tattered costume, the snow-white carcass with the wounds, and the ......

In an instant, the blonde girl was suddenly replaced by ninety-nine. Then, in Li Wenzheng's mind, the appearance of ninety-nine being played by that Count Theresa appeared.

Whether in a cell, whipped with a silver wire, or violated......

"Hmph" Li Wenzheng hummed playfully, with crooked eyes and a cunning look.

But then, the treacherous smile slowly converged, and the light in his eyes became silent. "Hehe" he smiled wryly with a slight mockery, and sighed again, hey-

He recalled his son Li Mo, who looked furious:

"Father, the child will not allow you to use such despicable means, father!"

Li Mo stared at his angry eyes, his eyebrows furrowed sharply, and the anger in his eyes condensed into frost. His hands were clenched tightly, and his arms were shaking restlessly.

It can be seen that he still retains his sanity. But it looked like he was going to punch someone at any moment.

Back to the present, Li Wenzheng pressed one hand on the table, pinched the cigar with the other, and looked at the fire of the cigarette butt with his old beautiful eyes, and he sighed lightly: "Hey...... Let him be......

"It's a pity that this God-given opportunity......" Li Wenzheng shook his head helplessly, and his heart was full of the helplessness of his father who couldn't give his son better conditions.

Then he looked at the pendulum clock on the side of the room, "It's not ten o'clock yet...... Oh, by the way, if you don't sleep yet, don't put on the silver cutlery or something, you have to talk to the kitchen. ”

Thinking about it, Li Wenzheng pressed his cigar into the ashtray and got up to leave.

The door closed, and the tall and sturdy old man came out of the room, and his burly muscles made the equally tall maid beside him look so small.

The maid nodded humbly. The lord smiled, he seemed to be so kind to everyone.

"Ross, you go tell the kitchen that you're going to be serving the Nightless at noon, so don't use silver cutlery, not a single one. Then remind Old Lu that the Nightless Clan who was invited to the lunchtime banquet is our honored guest in Cosvol City, so I hope he will do something good."

"Yes, sir. Do you have any other commands?" The maid lowered her eyes and bowed her forehead to listen.

"No...... Oh yes. At noon, let Yanliu and them also come to eat together. Well...... Madame's side don't let her come, she's sick, let's recuperate for a few days."

"Okay."

"That's all, you go."

The maid turned and left.

Then, the city lord came to the bedroom of his wife Song Zhimo.

In the bedroom, there was a large plush bed, on a light yellow futon, and a red-haired woman sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through the books in her hands.

"Are you here?" Gentle words came out of the woman's mouth at the same time as Li Wenzheng entered the door.

"Well, are you feeling better?" Li Wenzheng's eyes became more gentle.

"It's just a little cold, it's fine, it's fine." The woman turned her head, and her long, slightly wavy dark red hair slowly moved away, revealing the face of an incomparably beautiful middle-aged woman.

Originally, it was easier for the Red Devil to maintain their youth than the people in the world of Ninety-Nine, and because they could use magic, even a half-hundred woman in her 50s could maintain a face in her 20s.

And this mother really looks exactly the same as Li Mo.

If Li Mo inherited his father's upright facial features and body proportions, then her mother gave him a perfect set of skin and a tear mole.

Since in most cases, when people say who looks like whom, they are talking about facial features and facial similarity, so many people will think that Li Mo looks like her mother. But in fact, Li Mo really inherited all the advantages of his parents. It can be said that in terms of figure and proportion, Li Mo is almost the same as his father, and when it comes to appearance, it is really very similar to his mother.

Li Mo's tear mole is in the left eye, and her mother is on the right. Li Mo's eyes are very resolute, while his mother's eyes are even more gentle. In terms of eyes, Li Mo really inherited the common advantages of his parents.

Because they are all men, ninety-nine will feel that Li Mo's eyes are similar to Li Wenzheng, who is also old and strong. But in fact, as long as Li Mo's mother gets serious and angry, Ninety-Nine will find that Li Mo's eyes are almost exactly the same as his mother.

Here, Li Mo gently walked to the side of the bed, and some old hands were covered, which were still young.

"I'll eat at noon in a while, I've arranged the kitchen and brought it to you, so don't go out."

"What? Are you afraid I'll be eaten by that little Nightman?" Song Zhimo, who is not young, showed a smile that would make people doubt her actual age.

"Hehe, you're eavesdropping again." Li Wenzheng was not angry, tilted his head slightly, and his doting smile made the slightly old face have a few fine lines. That smile was full of trust that only an old husband and wife would have.

"Oops~ I'm fine anyway. How's that little girl? I feel like a little girl of a few years old."

"Want to see it?"

"Yes."

"na~" Li Wenzheng took out a stack of photos from his belt, most of the photos in this world were made without magic, and only a few used cameras to take pictures. And a few photos of Li Wenzheng are taken by photographic magic.

There are six photos in total. Among them, 4 are the appearance of ninety-nine cloaks, and 2 are taken by the 'surveillance soldiers' yesterday, Xiao Jiu in a princess suit.

Song Zhimo put down the book in his hand and took the photo.

"Oh? This kid ...... It's cute." Looking at the photo, Li Wenzheng's wife showed a loving smile.

"Huh? This one? This girl?" Suddenly, Song Zhimo was attracted by the 'Elf Clan' girl behind Ninety-Nine.