Chapter 575 Old Father Meets Son-in-Law? (The Fourth Is More Updated, Please Subscribe!!!)

Under the night, after the special plane from the Immortal Castle of the Federation landed, it slid on the ground for a period of time, and then docked firmly in the hangar.

Sigh.

The little padded jacket Catherine walked out of the cabin first, turned her head towards Lake who came out behind her, said a word, turned into a little bat, and flew towards the direction of the Immortal Castle.

Lake followed with a thoughtful look. The second son of the Alpha Wolf Clan, Mason, pointed to Catherine under the night: "If you are impatient..."

The words did not fall.

After a wolf howl, Mason has turned into a silver alpha wolf. He stepped out of his limbs and quickly moved towards the Immortal Castle.

Lake was silent.

The young people of today.

Are you so hasty?

Lake came back to his senses, and it seemed that he was leading the immortal guards to greet him. It was Serena who was still wearing a black leather jacket, and the corner of her mouth was raised: "My stupid rebellious son has harassed you again recently. I will allow you to kill him, I will not Blame it on you."

A smile appeared on Serena's cold face: "David is okay, but his temper is a bit too active. When he really becomes an adult, I believe he will be mature and stable."

"Ah."

Lake laughed, walked out of the hangar, and went directly to the small train that was ready to leave, shaking his head: "Really, then why, I don't believe it?"

Serena bowed her head in silence, commanding the immortal guards behind her to board the car.

soon.

The little train starts.

Lake leaned back on the chair, staring at Serena who got into the car last: "The more troublesome voodoo disciple is done?"

The video of the King of Kings being dragged out of the sewer yesterday, beaten up, stopped cooking, and even taken to the freezer for storage, ready to be tortured, has already been posted on the Internet.

This is the curtain call for a generation of African kings of kings.

nature……

Those black mages or dark characters who stood behind the King of Kings and supported him have all been beaten to death and maimed.

When the little padded jacket Catherine received the news from Karen's family and hurried back, the Immortal Blood Race had already wiped out all the forces behind the King of Kings.

Except for a dark wizard who can use voodoo.

Serena nodded: "Yes, but when we solved him, he seemed to have sent a text message. The Red Queen traced the base camp of the Voodoo Cult through positioning."

Lake raised his eyebrows: "Haiti?"

Serena hummed.

Lake chuckled, Haiti is an extremely backward poor country where almost two-thirds of the people are unemployed.

This small country may be unknown and not well-known in the world of ordinary people.

But Haiti is very famous in the dark world.

Because Haiti is the base camp of dark wizards, that is, the group that uses voodoo, and its leader, from the beginning, to now is the same person, or the soul is the same person.

Let's put it this way.

Haiti has a presidential system, but it is amazing that every president has worked hard before taking office, which is the hope of the people.

But after taking office, they all become dictators.

Without exception.

Even, every president is so familiar no matter the way he behaves or the way he speaks.

Lake waved his hand: "Haiti doesn't need to worry about him. The Federation finally found such a biogas digester. Otherwise, the Federation wouldn't be Haiti's biggest benefactor."

Many people say that Haiti is the back garden of the Federation, but in fact, Haiti is at best a biogas digester of the Federation. The back garden should be a place with pleasant scenery like Cuba.

Serena nodded and said nothing more.

A voodoo sect whose core skills are all focused on bringing the dead back to life, what's the use of sending a text message, even if he brought the entire voodoo sect to him, he would just come to his door to send him to death.

The train stops at the foot of the Immortal Castle.

Lake glanced at the distance, seeming to see him, and then the black shadow dodged with a whoosh, the corner of his mouth curled up, and he turned to look at Serena: "There are too many men, there is no need to find such a weak chicken. "

finished.

Lake stepped on both feet, and rushed straight towards the immortal castle on the top of the mountain.

Originally, Lake was thinking about finding a bad son to raise the disabled, and hurrying up to raise the third generation, but after thinking about it, Lake felt that he hadn't thought carefully.

He didn't consider the feelings of his wife Serena.

so……

Lake once made it clear to Serena that you don't have to force it. If that rebellious son harasses you, just kill him. Not only will I not blame you, but I will even reward you.

But now it seems that Serena didn't listen.

never mind.

Love it all, anyway, there is more than a year left, and when the Nizi is 21 years old, he will be swept out of the house, out of sight.

As for the little padded jacket?

As we all know, the adult female vampire is around two hundred years old, and the little padded jacket is still very young, so she still needs to stay at home, the outside world is too dangerous.

In the Immortal Castle.

Lake hugged Emilia who was standing at the door of the main hall to greet him.

Emilia said: "David is not cowardly, he is just afraid of you, after all, you want to kill him."

Lake let out a snort, "Not even having the courage to face Lao Tzu, that's cowardice."

Emilia didn't speak.

Your son once confronted you, but what happened? It broke your son's limbs, and even killed him at one point. Whoever it is will leave a serious psychological shadow.

"Where's the little padded jacket?"

"Lead the guests to rest first."

Emilia helped Lake take off his coat and said with a smile, "Let's rest too."

Lake: "..."

the next day.

early morning.

Lake stood on the roof of the Immortal Castle, sipping his first glass of bourbon in the morning, and staring at the rising sun in the distance.

"Daddy."

"Ok."

The little padded jacket tiptoed over from behind, stuck out his little tongue, walked up to Lake, and glanced at Lake's face: "Daddy, Justin and the others are all in the restaurant, and the Russells also want to see you, Aren't you going to meet me?"

"Need not."

"what?"

"They haven't qualified to see me yet."

Lake looked at his little padded jacket: "Let that Justin come here to see me, I'll ask a few questions, ask them well, and send them away from the Immortal Castle."

The little padded jacket seemed a little unbelievable: "Really?"

Lake nodded: "Your mother doesn't like it. There are werewolves in the house. Naturally, if your mother doesn't like it, I don't like it either."

Werewolves and werewolves are different races.

It is genetically different.

After a werewolf turns into a wolf, it is the kind of fluffy, thick hair that can even be used as a pillow.

And the werewolf is the kind of legend that used to be in the underworld. Even if it changes its body, it still walks on two limbs.

A werewolf is a wolf first and then a human, and a werewolf is a human first and then a wolf!

The difference is still obvious, but since Emilia said so, let's do it this way. Anyway, it is Lake Edwin who really has a good relationship with the Alpha Wolf Clan, not the Black King.

The little padded jacket reacted from the surprise, and then looked at Lake suspiciously: "Daddy, you wouldn't slap Justin to death, would you?"

Lake glanced at the little padded jacket, and said in a calm tone: "If you make me feel that my little cabbage is really stolen, and the little padded jacket becomes someone else's, slap him to death, this proposal will come back to my consideration on the table."

The little padded jacket froze for a moment, shook his head quickly, and then ran towards the back stairs: "I'll let him come up to see you."

Lake looked at the little padded jacket that was running faster than the wind, and shook his head.

After about half an hour.

One is tall and thin, with short hair, and looks really handsome. Justin, who was wearing a pair of jeans and a short-sleeved shirt with a tie and looked a little flustered, was kicked by the little padded jacket behind him. To the rooftop.

bang.

Justin stumbled from the stairs and was kicked directly to the balcony, almost directly facing Lake's back, in a five-body throwing posture.

The little padded jacket gave Justin a vicious look, moved his mouth slightly, as if to say, behave better, then moved his jaw slightly, signaling Justin to hurry up.

As her daddy's most caring little padded jacket, Catherine is very clear about her daddy's likes and dislikes.

Lake is the most despised man who behaves submissively.

This point, that stupid brother David can make an excellent proof.

Catherine has also talked to David several times, but my poor and stupid brother has been kicked out of his courage by Daddy.

"Ahem!"

On the rooftop, when Catherine regained her composure, Justin Russell, who was most likely to become the Russell family and heir to the family magician, coughed twice, cleared his throat, and said to Lake, who was facing away from him: " Hello, Mr Black King."

Lake didn't intentionally give Justin a bad rap. After hearing Justin's greeting, he turned around and looked at Justin who was standing in front of him with a calm but flustered look on his face.

There was a moment of silence.

From the corner of his eyes, Lake glanced at the little padded jacket hiding on the other side of the stairs, and looked at Justin: "Your sister secretly learns magic that only house magicians can learn. You don't seem to care. Why?"

Justin opened his mouth.

With a calm tone, Lake gestured to the seat over there, and walked over: "You only have one chance, think it over and say it, because it is related to whether you can get out of here alive, so think it over and say it."

Justin's heart thumped immediately.

Even if Lake didn't release the murderous aura accumulated in his life, the murderous aura unconsciously brought out by just this simple sentence directly scared Justin to the point of fright.

no way.

The sixth sense of extraordinary understanding is more or less sensitive than that of ordinary people.

For ordinary people, this sentence may not make much sense.

But for extraordinary people like Justin, there is only one thought in mind.

It's true.

If one answers badly, it will be really difficult for him to get out of this staircase.

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