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Chapter 1027 Returning to the God Realm Again

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    In front of us, stood a tall man with short silver hair, a slightly thin face, and a small silver-white beard on his chin. His face was pale and unique to the Dark Gods. He was wearing a heavy dress that was black on the outside and red on the inside.  He looks as if he is about thirty years old, and his appearance is like that of a deep and serious medieval aristocrat. I know this looks familiar to you, because it was taken from the front. Needless to say, someone must have guessed who it is.

    This tall dark protoss stood solemnly in my living room. Because of his presence, the sun was shining outside at 11 or 12 noon, but the house was as dark as at 7 or 8 pm. He stood straight and his hair was meticulously arranged.  He was combed so that he could slide down a slide, and every pleat on the dress seemed to have been adjusted countless times. He may not be as serious as he is when holding a press conference. This uncle greeted me with a serious face:  "Hello, we meet again. This time I am sent by Father God to deliver express"

    Bingtis had lost his usual domineering look from just now and hid behind me with a troubled face. Only then did he stick his head out and yell angrily: "Dad! Why are you here!"

    Yes, as many friends who have guessed or have not guessed who just opened the previous chapter know, the thirty-year-old man in front of him who is dressed like an old British gentleman is none other than  He is the biological father of Bingtis, the female gangster, and Uncle Kuvain who once warmly entertained our family in the God Realm.

    I was quite surprised when the uncle appeared, but soon I felt very relieved: this time Bingtis couldn¡¯t catch anyone calling themselves my mother.

    I finally understand why Bingtis is so panicked in the spiritual link. Without him, he is only afraid of Delle

    "Didn't I say that I deliver the courier?" Uncle Kuvain looked at Bingtis with a headache, "Father God sent someone to deliver a handwritten letter. I happen to be free, so I came over to take a look. How about you  Mom is always worried that you have been locked up. Don't pout, see for yourself what you are like now, forget it if you don't go home, skip work, forget it if you skip work, and write false reports, write false reports  Forget it, you even forged my signature, forget it - you wrote it wrong! For raising such a grown-up daughter, I was called a parent by Father God, you are not sorry! You have to follow me today  Go back and apologize to the Pantheon one by one!"

    I immediately looked at Bingtis with a horrified expression, who gave me a dark look: "What are you looking at! I owe you six reports that I haven't written yet. I've paid for the excellent performance subsidy for full attendance. If I want to make up for the report, there must be an accident."  If you don¡¯t look for dad to prove the situation, who can you look for"

    The father and daughter were dealing with each other when a sound of flapping wings suddenly came from diagonally above them. When they looked up, they saw that it was a mercury lamp flying down from the second floor. It seemed that they were coming downstairs in a hurry to eat.  Seeing that no one in the hall was at the dinner table, and there was an outsider in the house, the little doll looked around curiously, but it was obvious that she had no interest in outsiders. After hovering on the ceiling for a while, the little doll decisively sat down  On my shoulder: "Idiot, dinner is ready!"

    Uncle Kuvain immediately looked at the mercury lamp with bright eyes. The aristocratic demeanor that had been almost wiped out fell to the floor again. He stretched out his arms and was about to come up: "Hey, the little girl is down, let grandpa go."  hug¡­¡­"

    Bingtis¡¯ fur suddenly exploded and she jumped over. If she hadn¡¯t been looking at her biological father, she would have taken out her mace: ¡°What nonsense are you talking about again! Don¡¯t you know this is a doll!?¡±

    The uncle shrugged his shoulders in a very graceless manner: "Why don't you allow me to hypnotize myself? I'll just treat it as my own daughter and finally get married, okay?"

    I found that Uncle Kuvain is indeed worthy of being the nemesis of Bingtis, because he may be one of the only people who can unscrupulously expose the black history of the gangster goddess without worrying about retaliation. I firmly believe that Sister Bing has no courage.  She fought hard with her father, so when Uncle Kuvain choreographed Bingtis, the female gangster instantly shrank like a little girl who skipped class in elementary school and was picked up to sneak home.

    At this time, Mercury Lamp finally remembered who the silver-haired man in front of him was, and his face couldn't help but look strange. At first, the Kuwains were very enthusiastic about this little doll, which left a deep impression on the latter, but the reason for this enthusiasm  It was obviously ridiculous, so the unsociable Mercury Lamp didn't know how to respond to this uncle at all. He could only nod reluctantly according to my usual instructions, which was regarded as a greeting, and then continued to pull out my head and shouted for food.

    Uncle Kuvain realized that due to the influence of his magical daughter and the atmosphere of our family, he might not be able to finish the official speech he had prepared before until his death. We happened to be considered acquaintances, so he simply sat down unceremoniously.  , with a wave of his hand, he took out a bag that exuded light gold.One day, Dingdang, who was always jumping around like a chicken and a dog, turned out to be a goddess in her own right.  "

    I really don¡¯t know how Father God came to be so ¡°single-handed¡±. If I remember correctly, Dingdang is a famous weirdo in the God Realm. Basically, the four major gods and Father God himself were all influenced by Dingdang in his childhood.  That little thing has done harm to me. I have always thought that this is where Ding Dong is particularly powerful. After all, naughty children are very common, but naughty children who have smashed the glass of Father God are relatively rare. With the same fruit knife, you can use it to peel potatoes and peel them.  Can Qin Shihuang be the same? Dingdang is the one who has beaten Qin Shihuang.

    "What's the matter with calling me over?"

    After Bingtis and her father also said goodbye and left, Father God and I were the only two people left in front of the temple. I quickly asked about the business.

    One thing I discovered is that when talking to Father God, the atmosphere always quickly and involuntarily relaxes, even if Sandora has repeatedly stressed the need to show respect to Father God before coming, even if Bingtis has been chattering about the meeting for most of the day.  Father God is such a serious matter. I couldn't even be serious in front of this neighbor's second brother. When I talked, my tone changed into the tone of chatting with my neighbor. The amazing thing is that Father God and I were both concerned about this.  It feels extremely normal. There are two explanations for this strange phenomenon. The first one is more scientific, that is, as void creatures, we have a tacit understanding and affinity of the same race. The second one is more scientific.  It¡¯s even more reliable: the two dads will always have something in common, especially these two dads are relatively stable.

    "Follow me," Father God said, reaching out to point to the square suspended above the Brilliant Divine Court, and then pulling me up together, "I will take you to see a place. You must be prepared when you get there.  The environment may not be comfortable.¡±

    The white light in front of my eyes flashed away, and I found myself standing on a huge stone square high in the sky. It was the aerial platform I had seen in the Brilliant Divine Courtyard before. This square was very vast, with a side length of up to a kilometer by visual inspection. I looked around curiously.  After a while, I discovered that this square was actually a platform for placing teleportation gates - in the center of the square, there was a huge space door.

    It is said to be a door, but it is actually a cracked space like a spider web. Obviously this thing is a temporary passage and has not been repaired. Many protoss hold hands near this door, and a small number of others are entering and exiting this door.  When you go out, you can see strange lights and shadows on the other side of the door, but you can't see the scene on the other side at all.

    I still feel confused, but Father God has no intention of explaining for the time being. He nodded slightly to the protoss guarding the gate nearby, and then walked into the space crack first. I was slightly stunned and quickly followed.

    In front of you is a beautiful crystal world.

    All around, there is an unusual atmosphere that makes people extremely uneasy.  (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.) (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com
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