mechanical court

Ivan looked at her twinkling eyes, and said in a slow tone, "During the negotiation, I lost a lot of blood, and someone stole a drop... After a series of coincidences, it fell into the hands of a woman. She used this drop of blood to conceive My child, and gave birth to her smoothly."

"..."

After listening to his words, Elu Romei's face has returned to normal, the silver-gray pupils shrank slightly, and then shone with a keen light, "I understand what you mean... You probably don't want to deal with them when you tell me this. drop it?"

"They have disappeared from the sight of others, and I am also preparing to order the cabinet to legislate to strictly prohibit similar things from happening." Ivan first talked about his follow-up measures, and then began to answer her question, "Daughter, I will not recognize , just give her a random royal status... What do you think?"

"What do I think?"

The silver-haired girl pursed her lips and smiled, her expression became charming and charming, but her voice suddenly cooled down; she gritted her silver teeth, as if she was chewing on crushed ice, and there was a chill in her words

"Catch the mother and daughter, mummify them while they're alive, and seal them in an iron coffin with the scarab! Let them suffer day and night from the insects until their hearts are bitten through by the scarab. Die! When they are completely dead, they will make their tragic scenes into murals to warn the world—this is the punishment of the ancient kings for blasphemers."

Speaking of this, the smile on her face melted quietly, revealing another kind of temperament belonging to a strong woman, confident, calm, shrewd, and capable.

"But it's not necessary now..."

Elle Romeo squinted her eyes, held up the white porcelain teacup with both hands, and drank the green tea with her head up

"You and I have an infinite lifespan, we don't need an heir, and it doesn't matter what the girl is. How about it... Instead of leaving her in the hands of that bitch to disgust me, it's better to let her recognize me as a foster mother. If you cultivate it from an early age, She must be able to build a good relationship with Fishman...It is better to have Fishman with more sisters than to have him with enemies."

"Alright." Ivan nodded, approving her approach.

"That girl is very talented, right?" the silver-haired girl asked suddenly.

"He was born able to control light energy, which is very good." Ivan didn't hide it.

"It's almost the same as mine back then... No wonder you are tempted."

Allure Romei stood up from the stone bench, turned to look at the fountain in the garden, and said thoughtfully, "If I adopt her as a righteous daughter, and her future achievements will be higher than Fishman's, will you become Prefer her more?"

"You and my heir, there is no reason to lose to anyone. Fishman is my eldest son. He must be better than all his brothers and sisters." Ivan replied without thinking.

"There is always a gap in talent." The silver-haired girl said quietly.

"Then he has to work harder! I will not favor anyone in education. What Fishman gets, my daughter will get. As a man, he can use hard work to bridge the gap. If he can't So, that means he is incompetent." Ivan held up a cup of hot tea and answered firmly.

He knew Elle Rome's thoughts, as a mother, she must be inclined towards her own son; in fact, his love for Fishman is far more than that of Shanna, but he has his own special way of loving his son - Iron Blood Father's love!

one-one-one-one-one

The emerald green leaves drift slowly on the lake, and the lakeside is full of dense evergreen trees. The waves of green leaves fluctuate slightly with the unique moist and soft wind of Ekhtaden City. Only the remaining snow on the ground indicates that the cold winter has already arrived. .

Wang Ting's training ground is dotted in this piece of greenery. At this time, the sky is approaching dusk, but the movement on the training ground has not disappeared.

Whoosh whoosh--!

Accompanied by the continuous whistling and sharp sword chant, vertical air blades swept in all directions, and after the thin and sharp edged air blades swept past, the broken blades shaped like giant fish scales swept across the air one by one; It poured out, refracting the light in the air, sparkling, like a huge net that is spreading out.

The source of the air blade is a small, narrow sword—at this time, the sword was held in the hand of a black-haired, black-eyed boy who was only about four or five years old, and he tore it apart with his skillful movements. Crack the air.

laugh--!

Suddenly, the edge of the sword suddenly turned, and in an instant, dozens of horizontal slashing blades tore through layers of air vortices, and dozens of transparent ripples spread over the ground; The leaves swirled and fell to the ground.

The wind pressure swept through, leaving only a bare piece of vegetation within the coverage area.

"call!"

Fishman withdrew his slashing movement, exhaled lightly, then raised his face confidently, and looked back expectantly

"Mom and Dad! My sword can already induce wind pressure!"

"Excellent!" Allure Romei was overjoyed, looked at him with encouraging eyes, and then applauded lightly.

"It sucks!"

Ivan shook his head, walked to the training ground wearing a dress, and then picked up a branch.

laugh--!

He held up the branch and threw himself directly in front of his son. The branch quickly cut through the air in front of him, only to see a phantom passing by, and the air where the branch passed exploded like a series of water waves.

"..."

Fishman didn't have time to react, but instinctively raised his sword horizontally. As a result, his whole body was directly swept up by the air wave, and he fell about ten meters away.

After landing, he turned over in embarrassment from the mud, only to feel the surrounding air humming and shaking, and a strong wind pressure followed instantly; this time, Fishman gritted his teeth, held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and Grabbing the ground and stepping out, it is a thrust forward.

boom--!

This sword pierced the incoming air waves, as if it had hit the waves, and a burst of 'splashes' burst out.

"Huh...huh...

Fishman panted heavily, raised his sword with both arms to resist the wind pressure, and moved back a full ten meters before stopping.

"Tired!?"

The father's cold voice struck again, but the little boy only saw a phantom, as if a hidden arrow crossed the night sky in an instant, and pierced his right shoulder.There was a sudden pain in the shoulder, as if it had been burnt... Fishman was in so much pain that he almost shed tears.

"Cry when it hurts! But remember, you can only cry in front of us!"

Ivan's voice swept along with the branches, causing the airflow to form a translucent liquid fan, and rushed towards Fishman mercilessly.

"..."

The little boy forcibly suppressed his tears, quickly set up the sword stand, and stared at the opponent intently; his feet stepped on the ground and rushed against the wind pressure to meet his father's figure. Under the gaze of those cold eyes, his sword was like a As if alive, the tip of the sword was raised, followed by a dash forward, like a swift silver light.

clang--!

The branch and the sword edge collided fiercely, and a brilliant spark burst out.

"..."

Looking at his son's firm eyes, Ivan's tense cheeks showed a hint of undetectable joy.But he didn't lower his request because of this, he exerted a little force, and the branch buzzed and shook, gently pushing back Fishman who was fighting with him like a calf.

laugh--!

Just as Fishman was backing uncontrollably, the phantom of the branches passing by seemed to appear out of thin air, gliding past the little boy's chest, fleeting.There was a hole in the white training suit in the style of children's clothing, revealing the little boy's scarred body - watching this scene, Ivan was still unmoved, waving a branch and crushing it expressionlessly.

"..."

Fishman quickly stopped his backward steps, thrust his waist down, and stood with his legs split in an instant.Immediately afterwards, he locked onto the phantom coming from the branch, exhausted all the strength in his body, and slashed at the weak part of the branch.

boom--!

The blade hit the branch, sending a shower of sparks through the air.