(After reading the opinions of book friends, it is called skirmishers when narrated in the third person, and national collapse when the protagonist is called...) Thunder cannon is really not good.

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"Hmph!"

The skirmish put his hands around his chest, snorted disdainfully, looked down at Nasida, who had just reached his chest, and mocked:

"Give me a little self-awareness, little man, I believe that anyone who sees us standing together will think that I am an older brother."

Nasida pressed one hand to her chest, and although what the skirmish had just said was ugly, she did not show any displeasure, and her emerald green eyes were full of tolerance and softness.

It was obviously a little loli, but she looked at the skirmishers with the eyes of a child with a hard mouth, and said:

"But according to common sense, to distinguish between large and small, it should not be the appearance but the age, don't look at me like this, but I am also five hundred years old, how about you?"

"I... I-

" The skirmisher blushed all of a sudden, "How can you only look at age in such a thing as being young and old?" ...... That's right! Age alone doesn't mean anything, what matters is the experience that matches the age!

"Even if you are a god who has been imprisoned, even if you live for five hundred years, what can that say?" You're like a newborn baby. Looking

at the skirmishers showing embarrassed looks, Nasida pressed forward step by step, crossed her hands at her waist and showed a confident and cute smile:

"But although I am imprisoned, my consciousness can still march outside, although my experience may not be as wonderful as yours, but I think the experience accumulated in five hundred years should be no worse than yours."

"Uh..." Watching

the skirmishers begin to speak poorly, Nasida chased after him with victory: "And I am one of the seven gods of the real card, a powerful earthly seven-ruler, I have great strength, and I have the strength to protect my younger brother, which is also one of the bases for me to be my sister." "

Haha."

Mentioning the matter of strength, the skirmishers were in the mood to sneer again, "Joke, you are a god who can be imprisoned by a sage, and you are kind enough to protect me?"

"Even if I give up the Heart of Thor, but I become weaker, it does not mean that you have become stronger, and now you are still not my opponent in battle!" So it's about the same that I'm protecting you, right?

"Whew..."

Nasida blinked her emerald green eyes as if she had been poked in the underbelly, biting her lip a little unwillingly

, "I'm really not very good at fighting, but are you sure you can protect me?"

"Hmph, that's of course, as long as I am there, no one can hurt you!"

"Okay then, then I'll call you brother."

"Hahahahaha, that's right!"

Looking

at the smiling soldier like a two-pillar, Ilan couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead.

This silly child, there is no salvation.

Even if he obtained his glazed heart, which symbolizes wisdom, he is still stupidly cute.

It was clear that Nasida didn't care about the verbal cheapness, she cared about something more practical.

Alas, looking at this situation, it is estimated that the skirmishers will be the life of a dog for Nasida for the rest of their lives.

.............................. It seems that it is not bad to be a dog for Nasida, right?

As if sensing his mocking gaze, Nasida quietly turned around, stuck out her little tongue, and with a mischievous evil smile on her face, grimaced at him.

This was the first time Ilan had seen Nasida smile like this, her hands crossed behind her back, her body sideways, her head to the side, her long hair pouring down her shoulders, the corners of her mouth curved, her eyebrows curved, her eyes curved, and she laughed proudly, like a little fox who had done something bad hiding and watching others laugh secretly.

I have to say that Nasida is really cute.

And now the cute elf is waving towards Ilan, signaling him to attach his ear to listen to her.

So Ilan squatted down slightly and leaned his ear towards Nasida.

Nasida stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Dad, you like Miss Nilu, right?" "

Ahem!"

Being brought up on this topic by her own daughter, and Lori, who still looks very immature on the outside, Ilan is still a little embarrassed.

But thinking that she is more than five hundred years old after all, she is only a legal loli, and she knows a lot about things between him and Nilu, so she nodded and said:

"Yes."

So Nasida continued in his ear in a smaller, somewhat smug voice:

"Actually, I made memories of my father's experience when he was a child in that time and space, as well as the abuse he suffered, the mood he liked for Miss Nilu, and the tragic appearance of the last battle."

"After seeing this, Miss Nilu was very moved, crying a lot, obviously she liked her father more, and it is estimated that she will never leave her father in this life."

"Uh..."

Ilan didn't expect that he would also have the day to rely on his daughter to pick up a girl.

But...

Nasida, you do this, are you not afraid that your mother Dacishu King will know?

Ilan was a little crying and laughing, but Nasida did it for him after all, so of course he couldn't cross the river and tear down the bridge and say something unpleasant.

So he touched Nasida's head and said, "Well done, Nasida, but why are you doing this?" Hearing

this, Nasida put a pair of small hands behind her back, twisted her body a little embarrassed, and said:

"Because when I read some books, I say that my daughter is my father's intimate little padded jacket, so Nasida also wants to be her father's intimate little padded jacket."

Ilan

felt healing from Nasita's smile, along with a little shame.

Nasida knew that she had a father five hundred years ago, so she really regarded him as a father from her heart.

But he only learned last night that Nasida might be his daughter, so he was not ready to be a father at all.

But it's never too late to start from this moment.

He gently touched Nasida's cute head, and said with a gentle smile on his face: "Then I will also try to be a father, speaking of which, Nasida do you have anything you want?"

"I want Dad to tell me stories before going to bed."

Nasida blinked her big emerald green eyes and looked at Ilan with a hopeful gaze: "When I visited Meru with my consciousness, I found that parents would tell their children stories before they went to bed. "

Okay, then I'll tell Nasida tonight the story of the Seven Lannaros vs. the Snake Spirit and the Scorpion Spirit."

Ilan said with a smile, of course he would fulfill such a simple wish.

Just looking at the intimate interaction between the two, the skirmishers were a little unhappy on the side, and he choked next

to him: "I said when are you two going to grind and chirp?" We should have serious things to do now, right?

Hearing that Ilan also came to his senses, he straightened up and looked at Nasida and said, "Nasida, you should know the main purpose of my coming this time, right?" "

Hmm."

Nasida nodded, and saw her hands spread out gently, and a golden jar of knowledge appeared in her palms:

"Through this, we can find the location of Lord Mother, let's go and rescue Lord Mother together!"

"First of all, she's not my mother." The skirmishers did not forget to choke on the side.

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