Carlo looked at Sauron silently, the part of his blood that extended.

To the demon, the bond that sustains the relationship between the two is a joke. Even in the abyss, the first thing a large number of races have to do is learn how to escape from their parents' mouths, or how to devour their own parents to strengthen themselves.

Carlo, of course, is no different.

The birth of Sauron was also a bit of a surprise for Carlo, perhaps he had a wonderful feeling of being a first-time father at the beginning, so that he did not strangle Sauron in swaddling clothes, and offered to feed him with blood food.

But after some of Carlo's bad tastes were satisfied, Sauron quickly became a dispensable being, and Carlo had almost forgotten that he had a child.

When he appeared in front of Sauron again, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, Sauron's strength had far exceeded the limit of this plane, reaching the level of a middle-level commander.

I'm afraid that even in the abyss, it is difficult to have such a speed of promotion.

Carlo couldn't help but wonder if it was time for him to show his side as a father and make up for the lack of paternal love for Sauron for decades.

However, his good son still seems to have a little resentment in his heart.

"Father.." Sauron stared at Carlo, feeling his stagnant breath, and repeated the title, but his tone became cold, "Fifty years... Father, you seem to.."

Sauron's expression suddenly became hideous and crazy: ". . . Instead, it has become weaker... If that's the case, then please die!"

Sauron's hand erupted with a strong and piercing blood light, and his whole body was wrapped in black and red light, like a giant sword, with terrifying power, tearing through the space and slashing at Carlo fiercely.

Devouring three demon eyes, reaching an unprecedented peak, even the world trembled under his feet, Sauron was extremely confident, even his insurmountable father in his memory had never possessed such power.

In the face of Sauron's terror offensive, Carlo just grinned and laughed silently.

The smile was deeply cold, and against the backdrop of those empty eyes, a trace of throbbing rose in Sauron's heart for no reason.

The next moment, an incomparably deep dark green appeared in front of Sauron's eyes, like a leaf growing in a dark corner, a rotting swamp under the scorching sun, and a bubbling poisonous juice... Spreading rapidly, jealousy, resentment, and madness grew like vines.

Sauron felt a trance, and suddenly lost the target of the attack, and the figure that made him admire, awe, fear, and hatred disappeared.

Then, all the blood disintegrated, his neck tightened, his body lost control, and Sauron was strangled by a large hand, and dragged him to a certain being, facing a pair of eyes that were constantly dripping pus and blood.

Fear rose violently from the bottom of his heart from the inside out, and Sauron's body could not stop trembling, and he had the illusion of returning to his childhood, weak, weak, timid, and a father who was too strong to resist the thought.

Just like when he was a child, the big hand grabbed him tightly around his throat and grabbed him close with a force that could pinch him, and the hoarse voice whispered, "Sauron."

Sauron's eyes widened, full of fear and pleading, and he struggled to squeeze out a few words, "Father. Father.. Please, don't kill me.."

On the ground, everything was quiet, and all the demons looked at the figure of the demon lord who pinched them like a chicken, and a deeper awe grew than before, like the existence that had seen them and gave them life.

The Dark Elf King, the Dwarven King... Kneeling on the ground, his body trembling violently like chaff, in addition to fear, but also because of unconcealable excitement and fanaticism.

Their true king, has returned.

Carlo grabbed Sauron and held him close to his cheek, as if to get a good look at the long-lost heir.

"You are my only son... How could I be willing to kill you.."

The fear in Sauron's eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.

Carlo looked away at the plane, "You're doing a great job."

"I'm glad you saved me a lot of effort... You can finally help me.."

Carlo smiled "with relief", revealing Senbai's sharp teeth, his big hand was released, and Sauron's body hung down weakly, and then he knelt down in front of Carlo, kissed the surface of his feet, and said with great respect: "Father.."

Carlo's palm rested on top of Sauron's head and rubbed slowly, who stiffened and didn't dare to move.

"No matter how disrespectful you do to me, I will forgive you.." Carlo slowly leaned down, leaned closer to Sauron's head, and said slowly and in a low voice, "Because I love you... My dear son.."

"Thank you. Thanks.." Sauron slowly swallowed the saliva in his mouth, his voice was still a little trembling, he didn't know if his head would burst like a watermelon in the next moment, ".. Father.. Thank you for your forgiveness.."

"Do you want to get out of here?" said Carlo, abruptly changing the subject.

Sauron breathed a sigh of relief, hesitated, but still mustered up the courage to reply, "Yes, father... I'm not a kid anymore.."

"Huh.."

Carlo chuckled lowly, and Sauron quickly lowered his head like a child who had said the wrong thing, but Carlo was not angry.

"You're as endearing as you were when you were a kid.."

Carlo's face was full of "love" and he whispered: "Excuse me, my dear son... I forgive you for your mistakes, but you still need to be punished.."

Carlo raised his head, his empty eye sockets facing the blood-colored sky, and whispered to Sauron as if to himself, ". . . It's not a hassle, it just takes a little bit of time.."

...

Miki is in a good mood, and she has a bag of fresh vegetables that she has just purchased from the supermarket, as well as a few fresh live fish.

In the evening, you can stew some fish soup, carrots and yams, and your husband and children will love it.

As a full-time housewife, it is her responsibility to prepare a nutritious and hearty dinner for her husband and children who work hard and study hard outside the home, and although she sometimes gets tired of it, and even has the crazy idea of poisoning the meal and killing the whole family, she still likes this job, doesn't she?

Hehe, that's what women should have to do.

When I opened the door, there was a faint smell of dampness and mustiness, which diluted Miki's good mood.

She had complained to her husband many times that the house was too damp and not in a good location, and that most parts of the house did not get sunlight, and even where it could get sunlight, it would still grow mold spots, like it was haunted.

Oh, she shouldn't have said that, bad luck could bring bad luck.

Miki sighed helplessly, it was impossible for their family to move out of here in a short period of time, her husband worked hard enough, and there were two children, so it was good to be able to live in a house with enough space.

Miki put her shoes away and walked towards the kitchen with her dishes.

"Knock Knock"

A crisp sound of footsteps came from behind her, like someone running quickly through the living room.

"Knock Knock"

Footsteps again.

Miki turned her head sharply, but saw nothing.

Did you hear it wrong?

Miki frowned suspiciously, and was about to give up the inquiry, when suddenly she noticed that the neatly arranged shoes in the doorway had become messy.

There really are people.

Miki was stunned for a moment, then shouted upstairs, "Orange, is that you? Are you back?"

It was her daughter's name.