Lisa...... That's all I have to tell you......"

Lev said as he looked at his wife in front of him sullenly, his eyes filled with something solemn.

As he accompanied his wife to educate the family cubs, those adventurous days seemed to be gradually gone.

Even if his own head of Misha was always waving some strange movements in the yard, Lev only felt that those fights and monsters had gradually left.

It was only when he saw the pale gold reminder on his retina today that he knew that the world was unpredictable.

In any case, it was up to Lisa to decide.

"Misha! Come here! ”

Lisa gave Lev a strange look, he smelled of strong alcohol.

But it's normal, it's strange if it's not.

"Ah, Mom, I'm training!"

It wasn't long before Misha walked into the room with a face full of unhappiness.

It looked like he had just been training, and his face was covered in sticky sweat, so much so that the hair on his forehead looked slimy.

But it seemed to make him look happy, at least the excitement on his face that hadn't yet dissipated couldn't be wrong.

"Look at the wine cooler at home: I want to know how many barrels your father drank......"

Just as Lisa exercised her majesty as a mistress and made the bear cub pout and run to the basement to look at the wine cabinet, the solemnity on Lev's face began to fill with some helplessness.

He began to rack his brain, wondering if he would have the ability to "bells and whistles" to let Olisa know that none of this was false.

But Lev soon gave up, knowing he wasn't going to learn those abilities.

"You want to tell me that all this is not your drunken nonsense? Instead, I want to say: not only do you have a witch who raised a red dragon, but you even know one...... A friend of a legendary warrior monk? ”

"Did you go through the cabinet I kept on the roof - I remember there were several issues of Dragon Magazine in it."

Lisa looked at her husband with her hands in her hands, and she certainly couldn't say that she was annoyed.

She used to be a brilliant psychiatrist, but now her main business is deserted.

But she still knew that Lev's mood was not right now, she knew him so well, she knew that he wouldn't use the strength of alcohol to talk nonsense to herself.

At that time, he would just lie quietly on the couch in his warehouse, like a stupid bear sleeping soundly.

"Maybe he's learned something new and bad with his friends?"

Lisa looked at Lev and silently guessed, she looked at him like a mother looking at a mischievous bear child outside.

Sometimes, men are always like this, and age does not limit a certain disposition in them.

"No, you listen to me...... Well, I'm thinking about how I should say to you......"

Lev's mouth moved a few times, and it suddenly occurred to him that this was a very difficult thing to do.

It would have been more convincing if he had been like Emma and could throw a few fireballs out of thin air.

However, his main ability lies in fighting and fighting.

For those who don't know how to fight, his wielding skills may not be as dazzling as those juggling.

"Jingle Bell ......"

Just when Lev was at a loss, a doorbell rang outside the courtyard.

"I'll open the door......"

Lev shrugged at Lisa, and then he got up and went outside to open the door.

Then he saw the bald head that he had not seen for a long time......

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"Zongwang? 100 Transcendentals? Beta version? ”

Listening to what Sun Daoren said, Zhifei's brain became extremely painful.

What the hell is this?

Zhifei felt that his receptivity was already very high, but now it seemed that he was not as strong as he thought.

Zhifei barely woke up from his dazed state, and he tried to sort out what Sun Daoren was saying.

But the more he thought about it, the more he felt a headache.

Even the most unresponsive person should know what kind of turbulent waves they are facing now.

Under the washes of the new era, any fluke thoughts will lead to the final defeat.

"Yes 100, but we have 10 at our disposal......"

Sun Daoren looked at Zhifei and said.

In fact, there is another comprehensive network player in this country now.

But Sun Daoren didn't want to tell them, because she was different from him.

Sun Daoren knew that he was a comprehensive network player recommended by Yi Qiu, but that one relied on some of his characteristics to attract the favor of unknown forces.

Although based on the relevant restrictions shown by the saint, Sun Daoren felt that the other party would not open the killing ring very much.

But the saint seemed to be a little ambiguous about the battle within the transcendental.

Of course, Sun Daoren felt even more cold, he knew that the other party didn't care about these things.

Under unrestricted conditions, the Zonghe does not restrict the Zongwang players from divulging its existence.

Or rather, it exists there, and it never bothers to show its existence.

"10 ......"

Zhifei's eyes flickered, if he said that he was not tempted, how could it be?

He chose this path before, chose this path that he had never been recognized before, and for what?

But in the end, Zhifei restrained the greed in his heart.

"Let's hope it won't mess up......"

Zhifei looked at Sun Daoren and said with a worried face......

On the other side, Emma is talking to her students about something:

"Your time is coming...... The cubs ......"

Emma looked at the teacher who had become much more sparse, and there was a faint hint of anger in her eyes.

Although the opponent is given a certain amount of retaliation, the damage cannot be compensated for by damage.

Revenge brings joy to the soul, but it never heals the scars that have not yet formed scars......

"There are countless ways to open magic, but I always think it has and must have one: in the service of combat!"

Emma stood on the podium, she looked at her students, but like a dragon patrolling the territory, she was full of a certain sense of oppression!

"A lot of the time, we don't have a single choice."

"I know it's not just you, it's the world."

"It is pluralistic and inclusive, and every life has the right to choose the direction of its life journey."

"But...... The right to choose and the forced choice are two kinds of life ......"

Emma looked at the eyes staring at her, large and small, and her face softened a lot.

Then, she raised her right hand when she raised herself:

"Boom!"

With a not-so-violent explosion, a bright flame burned silently in her palm.

Probably every being who dominates the flames loves this trick of showing their power and control.

For Emma, she is even more so.

"I can't teach you how to choose your life, but I can teach you how to get the right to choose it!"