Wei Ting smiled gloatingly.
To think his Sixth Brother would have such a day.
Wei Xu looked at the other young brat who was laughing so hard that he frowned.
Another punch.
Boom!
Wei Ting was sent flying.
The brothers hung from the branches in the courtyard and swayed.
Ghostfear slowly stood up and casually folded his sleeves.
Of course, his eldest son had to do it.
No matter what, he had known his father for a few more years than these two brats.
Only he could recall his father's memories and arouse his father's benevolent heart that had been sealed for five years.
Ghostfear came to the pillow.
He revealed his first smile after becoming a sacrificial soldier.
The corners of his mouth froze.
Wei Xu looked at the third young brat strangely.
His clothes were not bad, but his face was dirty.
