People Arrived at the Type Month, Now Lost Contact

Li Zihan stared at the Prophet Emperor with a very surprised expression.

"What's the matter?" Siegfried felt a little confused when he noticed the doctor's abnormal reaction.

"For the sake of your daughter's cuteness, if you get hurt someday, you can come to me."

There was a faint rainbow color in the doctor's eyes, and he said to the father.

"Hopefully there won't be that day."

The man who adjusted his cloak bid farewell to the doctor, and then walked out of the infirmary. He was going to find Walter, confirm his current position, and then find his adopted daughter. After he settled her down, he went to the European Destiny Headquarters.

Just when he was thinking about where to look for Walter, a beautiful figure came from afar.

Siegfried suddenly stopped and stood there blankly, as if struck by lightning, he stared at the face that often appeared in his dreams, tears streaming down his face.

As if he was walking alone in the darkness and suddenly saw a beam of light, the man with tears all over his face ran towards the woman, and stretched out his arms to embrace the person who should only appear in the dream.

"Is this a dream?" the man hugging his wife whispered.

"It's not a dream." As if comforting a child, Cecilia held Siegfried in her arms, then reached out and gently stroked his head.

The lovers who had crossed life and death hugged each other again, without any words, just embracing each other tightly.

After a long time, Cecilia pushed Siegfried, broke free from his embrace, put her hands on his shoulders, and stared at Siegfried's eyes with her blue pupils.

"Honey, do you have anything to say to me?"

Siegfried opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but thousands of words stuck in his throat. After a long time, he didn't say anything, just lowered his head.

"Honey, you don't have much to say, but my daughter and I have a lot to say to you."

Cecilia's pain of lovesickness had been relieved, her left hand was still resting on Siegfried's right shoulder, her right hand suddenly raised, and slapped Siegfried's left face like a bird of prey landed.

"Snapped--!"

The sound of violent slaps echoed in the corridors, Siegfried's head was suddenly tilted to the right under the action of the huge force, and the left half of his face swelled up.

"Do you know why I beat you?" Cecilia said, lifting Siegfried's head and looking into his flustered eyes.

"I'm sorry."

Siegfried lowered his head, and after a thousand words, all he could say was sorry.

"Snapped--!"

The sound of violent slaps echoed in the corridor again, Siegfried's head was suddenly tilted to the left under the action of the huge force, and the right half of his face was swollen as high as the left, and the face that could be handsome was swollen. It's like a pig.

"Do you know why I still hit you?" Cecilia asked again.

"Sorry." The man with a swollen face said in a low voice.

Cecilia's voice was cold, her raised hand clenched into a fist, and she punched Siegfried in the face.

Under the bombardment of the fists of the S-rank Valkyrie, Siegfried snorted, and the whole group flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, smashing cracks on the marble floor.

"You are still saying sorry to me, don't you know who you are really sorry for?"

Cecilia pulled Siegfried up from the ground, her face full of resentment that hated iron for being weak.

"Come with me, and I'll take you to meet the person you're really sorry for."

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Chapter 39 No oars for rowing, it’s all about the waves

"Beating is kissing, scolding is love, hitting and scolding is true love?"

After Siegfried and Cecilia left, the doctor with long black hair walked out of the ward, looked at the cracked marble floor, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"It's scary enough for a woman to be angry."

The often irritating boy began to rejoice that the girls around him were basically soft girls without violent tendencies, otherwise, his life would definitely be difficult.

"It's normal to be angry when you see your daughter being treated like that."

The man who resumed the name Joachim walked out of another room and said while looking at the cracked marble on the floor.

When Siegfried was looking for someone, his good friend Joachim was next door, compiling and writing lyrics very calmly.

After not having to bear the name of Walter, he became St. Freya's history teacher and music teacher, and began to live the life he always wanted.

"That's why you need multiple treatments." Recalling Siegfried's swollen face, Li Zihan felt that his language skills were pretty good.

"So, is there time for the resurrection experiment?" Joachim, who hoped that his seniors could be resurrected, asked Li Zihan.

"Of course I have time." Li Zihan nodded, and Siegfried would probably be beaten for a long time, during which he could do many things.

"However, Walter Joyce's situation is a little special. I can't revive him. He is an aggregate of people in the city, not a single individual. It is almost impossible to revive him."

"Yeah, after all, how could such a person be born in the world..."

Joachim, who had studied Walter Joyce's identity, had a bit of bitterness on his lips, but he soon cheered up again.

Reminiscing ignorantly has no meaning. What the living should do is to move forward, not to be unable to extricate themselves in the mud of sadness.

"How is the construction plan of the Moonlight Throne completed?"

Joachim, who escaped from the infinite overtime, looked to the new Herrscher of Reason. Compared with Siegfried's family affairs and remembering his predecessors, he still cared more about the Moonlight Throne, which was directly related to the survival of the world.