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Chapter 537: A Very Different Life (2)

"What are you doing?" Lorenzo walked over and grabbed Morro's hand, and Moro let go of his hand, and Stella let go of his whip and fell to the ground.

"Dad, Mommy wants ...... Let me...... It hurts......" Stella still had a natural fear of Lorenzo, and he didn't know what to say, so he cried even more and hissed in pain.

Lorenzo finally couldn't stand it anymore, and now he felt that Moro was messing around, and couldn't help but say, "Okay, how old is she, why are you letting her learn this?" ”

Lorenzo stared at the whip on the ground and then at his own little hand that Stella was holding, the handle of the whip was corroded and still smoking. Lorenzo was a little distressed, this kid seemed to have never been so badly injured.

"I started learning when I was a teenager, and she's smarter than me, so she's definitely better than me." Moro glanced at Lorenzo, his iceberg-like face clearly unhappy.

"Stella isn't you, and I'm not Eliad." Lorenzo picked up the silver whip on the ground and rolled it up and pinned it to Morlo's waist with his own hands, looking at Moro like a wayward child, and his father's face was almost stunned by the doting on his face.

"The military academy is about to take exams, and girls will be more flexible if they use a whip in the first round of trials." Mo Luo said assumedly, with a bit of pride in his tone, "I think I was admitted when I was seventeen years old, and even Luo ......" Mo Luo suddenly realized that he had said something that he shouldn't have said.

"Yes, yes, how good you are, the first place to get in, don't put so much pressure on her, go if you can get in, and if you can't get in, you can't go home and you can't afford it, why do you have to do this?" Lorenzo knew that Moro had said the wrong thing, so he immediately took over the topic and nodded at Morro's head with a complaint.

Mo Luo's eyes dimmed for a moment, but quickly recovered, "I mean, I'm very good, and my daughter will naturally not be bad." Moro looked at Lorenzo with some displeasure like a child, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Morora walked over Stella's injured hand and asked carefully with distressed eyes, "Don't blame me, although it's all my fault, don't you like me, okay?" ”

It's like two little girls of the same age having a conflict, one begging the other to forgive herself, never like a mother to a child.

Lorenzo shook his head on the side, really helpless.

Stella pouted and frowned, "Mommy is a badass. ”

"Forgive me, please, little Stella. I'll be gentle next time. Morrow half-bent over and looked up at Stella.

Stella tilted her head, "You promise, you won't let me hold the whip." ”

Moro hesitated, then pushed Lorenzo out, "Let Dad teach you how to use a sword, Daddy's sword is very good." ”

This time, Lorenzo hesitated, but Stella was peeking at his reaction.

"It doesn't hurt." Stella said.

Lorenzo straightened his face, and finally nodded, there was really nothing he could do with the two of them.

Seeing that Stella finally grinned, Moro's heart finally fell,

Lorenzo took Moro by the shoulder, turned back to Stella and said, "Okay, let's practice here today, Stella go back, the injury on your hand is not healed, let your mother give you some medicine." ”

Her father's voice was so gentle that Stella was a little stunned.