"Come back and be the king of House Gattuso."

"Don't let your mom down."

"You have to be your mother's pride and be a man who stands up to the sky."

"Don't you want to be with your mother?"

Pompeii said.

Listening to Pompey's words, Caesar gritted his teeth tightly and struggled inwardly.

He looked at Gulveig, his voice trembling, "You're really... Is it Mom? ”

Gulveig could see Caesar's struggle and hesitation.

She sighed softly and looked at Caesar lovingly.

"My child, the outside world is so cruel, you have to learn to be strong." She gently touched Caesar's face, untied the scarf on her body, tied it to Caesar's body, and said gently,

"Smart kid, follow your heart."

She looked into Caesar's eyes with a shallow smile, "Do what you think is right." ”

Caesar hugged Gulveig gently, his head pressed against her forehead, and his voice was like a wounded beast, with a choked sob, "I'm sorry." ”

"There's nothing to be sorry for, the purpose of my existence is for you." Gulveig whispered.

Caesar clenched the Desert Eagle in his hand, but his body trembled.

His heart was a little uncomfortable.

His mother was already dead.

The woman in front of him, no matter how much she looked like his mother, even if it was almost identical, Caesar knew that she was a fake after all.

His mother had passed on the sickle to him, but she couldn't hear it.

And the woman in front of her, her hearing is completely fine.

She's a fake.

"I'm sorry." Caesar roared, and the golden boy was hideous.

The gun of the desert eagle rang out, and a puddle of blood bloomed on the woman's body like a plum blossom blooming in the snow.

The woman looked up at Caesar in astonishment, a flash of disbelief in her eyes, and then a look of disbelief turned into relief.

"Thank you." Her body leaned limply against the wall behind her, and she slowly slumped into the snow.

She was created, imprisoned in a dark basement, toyed with like a puppet puppet to satisfy the other's desires.

She couldn't find the meaning of her existence.

The meaning of her existence may be to coax the man in front of her.

Coax her implanted memory, the man known as the son.

Such a life is no different from hell.

Perhaps, this is her best home.

Looking at this sudden scene, Pompeii was stunned for a moment.

Then his hole shrank suddenly.

Caesar turned around in the snowstorm, and the muzzle of the gun raised by the Desert Eagle towards him flickered.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The trigger was pulled, the gunfire shook the wind and snow, and the bullets whizzed by, piercing the snowflakes along the way into tiny snow chips.

Before Caesar could shoot, the light around Pompeii distorted instantly, and he disappeared in place.

Spirits: Reflections!

Back then, he used this spirit to follow Ange into the Black Swan Harbor.

But under this snowy day, even if he released the Spirit of Words, the traces on the snow still exposed his traces.

Beginning to wield the Desert Eagle, the Golden Boy looked fierce and angry.

This is a blasphemy against his dead mother!

He can't forgive!

Even if the other party is his father, he can't forgive!

The Desert Eagle's bullets kept shooting at Pompeii.

The scythe shuttled back and forth through the air, and with the marks left by Pompeii in the snow, Caesar was able to know exactly where Pompeii was.

"Worthy of my son, Gattuso's heir." Pompeii kept dodging Caesar's gunfire, accurately avoiding the trajectory of the bullets.

Bullets hit the snow and walls, blasting countless debris.

Looking at the footprints in the snow, Caesar fired several shots to block Pompeii's path.

Seeing this, Pompeii jumped into the air, and then fell like an Arhat, his feet reluctantly trampling on the ground.

It was hard to imagine that this man actually had such a terrifying explosive power, and the huge force suddenly shook the nearby snow.

Even the ground shook a little.

At the moment when the snow on the ground shook up, a hurricane blew through and blew all the snow away.

The hurricane not only blew away all the snow, but also the sickles that were shuttling back and forth in the air.

Caesar lost Pompeii's position in an instant.

He moved his body carefully, releasing more scythes.

"Caesar, it's time to put away your rebellion." Pompeii's voice came from behind.

Caesar pulled out Vic Pusho, and landed a knife at the source of the sound, but it didn't touch Pompeii at all.

He looked around, processing the message that the sickle had brought back, and said coldly, "As a father, don't you even have the courage to see your son?" ”

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"You're still the same as you were back then, like a coward."

"How could Mom fall in love with someone like you." Caesar said as he walked.

"Don't you understand? Gattuso cares only about you. Pompeii's voice came from the other direction, and Caesar shot it, but it was still empty.

"So what is Mom to you?" Caesar's voice suppressed unspeakable anger, "You can't even keep your own woman, what qualifications do you think you have to teach me?" ”

"What is a woman compared to the future of the Gattuso family?" Pompey's voice was a little indifferent, "Caesar, go back with me, don't you like that girl named Chen Motong?" ”

"The family is ready for you, as long as you go back with me, she will be yours soon."

Hearing this, Caesar's face was a little gloomy, "So all these years, it's really hard for you, I think it's a pity that you don't want to be an actor, the Oscar owes you a Best Actor." ”

"Caesar, believe in Dad, Dad is really good for you, and he has been by you all these years." Pompeii's voice was erratic.

Identity: A hunter who has been hidden for many years, he knows better than anyone how to hide himself, "Chen Motong should have been taken away now, don't you want to see her?" ”

"Really? No one can take anyone out of her hands. "Although it is not clear what Ella's bloodline rating is, it should not be easy to enter Gattuso silently, and even make him feel the danger from the bottom of his heart.

It's not easy to take Nono away from Ella.

"Don't you understand, what are you up against?" Pompey's voice was a little emotional, "Think of Gattuso's energy. ”

"God is on our side!"

"God of Destiny!"

"No one can break free from the hands of the gods!"

Hearing Pompey's words, Caesar's face changed and he looked a little ugly.

Even if he no longer has a feeling for Nono between men and women, the two have become estranged a lot under so many things.

It's as if the two were together on a whim, and there was no follow-up.

But if something happened to Nuono because of Gattuso, he couldn't accept it in his heart after all.

What he couldn't accept even more was that these people had colluded with the dragon clan again and again.

"The face of the secret party has been disgraced by you!" Caesar sarcastically sneered, his afterglow sweeping through the distant rays of dizzy light that had been stretched for a long time.

These rays are straight.

Until, the light that should have been a straight line was abruptly distorted in a certain section, as if it had been truncated from the middle.

So, Caesar jumped forward, and the Victudo in his hand finally had a goal, like a cold star shining, a knife crackled, and at the same time Caesar's cold voice sounded, "I found you, my father!" ”