Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

It was a dark cave, with light coming from the entrance.

I felt two things by the pillow, one was a small arrow and the other was a ring.

Turning on the light, Ding Yi discovered that it was her trophy.

An all-purpose weapon that is almost comparable to the Ultra Bracelet, and a spear captured by Ultraman's side on the battlefield.

Nothing that can be brought back and regarded as trophies is simple.

I really want to pack up and take away, but unfortunately Mo Hua has to come back and it’s difficult to explain.

After publicity from colleagues, the Gomora clan now praises Ding Yi's great name, a dignified name, instead of secretly talking about her like before.

"That Mo Hua who has a problem with his brain."

Now it becomes: Mo Hua showing his great power.

Defeat Moka from the Ultraman clan.

His tone was full of pride.

Even though it’s just a competition between cubs, children are the future.

Ding Yi's feat of defeating six opponents at once, even though he looked a bit embarrassed at the end, his opponents were all lying down, so it was not considered a win.

Ding Yi walked out of the cave with her hands behind her back. Everywhere she looked, she saw elders greeting her with a smile, and younger people looking at her with admiration.

Just like a child who is ignorant of the world, when he receives praise from others, he holds his head high and takes steps without recognizing his relatives.

Now, in the eyes of other Gomorra members, this action is no longer a sign of mental disorder, but a sign that a young talent who is emerging should be different from others.

Upon hearing that Ding Yi had woken up, King Mo put down his work and hurried over.

"Come when you wake up." The old father stroked Ding Yi's head with tears in his eyes and said softly.

Ding Yi twisted unnaturally, glared at King Mo unhappily, and said seriously: "Dad, I'm a big boy and a big hero, you can't touch my head outside."

It will make you lose dignity and face.

Upon hearing this, King Mo laughed out loud.

The unpleasantness of being turned away by my daughter disappeared instantly.

"Big boy, it's too early. Big hero, you're still young."

The logically self-consistent words caused Ding Yi to roll his eyes even more.

The Gomora clan had long been accustomed to the rolling eyes. King Mo looked at Ding Yi lovingly, and felt that his daughter was adorable no matter how he looked at her.

"Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing Ding Yi waving happily to the tribesmen and the tribesmen responding enthusiastically, King Mo became more worried about her physical condition.

"I'm in good health. Dad, I want to retreat for a while."

After careful consideration, Ding Yi came up with this reason.

In order to prevent Mo Hua and her from changing too much and being noticed by the doting King Mo, Ding Yi came up with this idea.

It just so happened that Mo Hua said she wanted to come back.

I don’t know when the retreat ended, but the children have grown up, and it’s always acceptable for them to be a little different.

"Retreat?" King Mo was surprised. "You are so young, do you need to retreat? Do you know what retreat means? It doesn't mean to close the door and play alone."

Children should have a happy childhood. Retreat as a boring activity is really not suitable for children and is not conducive to their physical and mental growth.

Ding Yi seemed to be very distressed. It was really a headache. He needed a reason to leave.

Scratching his head, Ding Yi said in annoyance: "I don't know. A voice told me to retreat."

Accidentally pulling off a hair, Ding Yi tilted his head back and looked at the powerful King Mo, wanting to get a definite answer from him.

"Dad, is someone trying to harm me? Why is he always talking in my head for no reason?"

Tapping her head, Ding Yi looked worried, and Ru Mu waited for King Mo to give her an answer.

King Mo frowned slightly, thinking about the fact that his daughter had not inherited her memories. Could it be that it was too late to inherit her memories?

It's not impossible.

As for being parasitized or possessed by another body, I'm sorry, there is no such thing in this world.

"When do you want to start your retreat?" King Mo asked carefully, undecided.

Ding Yi was even more troubled. After thinking for a long time, he gave an approximate answer, "Maybe in a few days. I just want to wake up and say hello to my friends."

Hearing this, King Mo was happy. He smiled and said jokingly, "You have a friend."

My daughter’s friends either have misunderstandings or get beaten by her. Children’s friendship is really weird.

Today is good, tomorrow is bad.

Hearing Prince Mo's teasing, Ding Yi intertwined his fingers and complained in his heart: "What an old father who doesn't understand romance."

Is she doing this to bond with her friends?

No, it's not.

She did it to show off, to enjoy the compliments of her friends, to see the admiration on their faces, and to satisfy her proud vanity.

I don’t understand this.

Ding Yi pouted, looking unhappy, and glared at King Mo, "Humph!"

With his hands behind his back, he turned around and walked away.

King Mo raised the children and although he cared about them, he let them roam free most of the time.

Not only King Mo, but the entire Gomora clan, and even Ultraman, raise their children in this way, and let them grow up through fighting and quarreling.

When they grow up, they must fulfill their adult responsibilities.

guard.

Protect the world from invasion by alien enemies, and protect the tribe from being bullied by foreign races.

For the children of the Gomora clan, the only years that they are truly carefree are during their childhood.

Moreover, with great power comes great responsibility.

With Ding Yi's current abilities, when he grows up, he will at least be a rare and powerful general among Gomora.

At that time, where would we have the time to relax and have fun?

Prince Mo felt sorry for Ding Yi, but Ding Yi seemed to have misunderstood the direction.

"Dad, are you reluctant to part with me, or do you think I'm not smart enough?"

Ding Yi has heard the words "not good brain" many times.

Well, although Mo Hua's brain is not very good, it is not an excuse for them to be angry.

Ding Yi usually responded with his fists.

The older ones are the elders and are difficult to deal with, and they can’t deal with the younger ones.

When kids fight, if adults intervene, it shows a lack of vision.

With a pair of small fleshy fists, he was invincible against all the underage Gomora opponents.

Facts have proved that she, Ding Yi, is not someone who is easy to bully.

In addition to being in the limelight, of course, she goes there to show off and build relationships with her friends, letting them live under the shadow of Ding Yi, and wait for Mo Hua to go out and continue to live under Mo Hua's shadow.

Who told them to pick on her in the first place?

A gentleman's revenge is never too late.

Ding Yi paid, from morning to night.

"No!" King Mo shook his head to deny it. His own child, even if he was silly, was still cute.

Prince Mo looked at the small and chubby Ding Yi with love. The child seemed to have lost some weight.

Make up for it again.

Prince Mo couldn't make up his mind for a moment. Whether the child's belated inheritance was more important or not, after all, the joke had already been made.

My daughter’s happy childhood is more important.

However, King Mo was not only a father, but also a decisive leader of the Gomora. It didn’t take him long to make a decision and gave Ding Yi a positive answer.

"Go and retreat. Dad believes in you."

Ding Yi: “…” Father’s love is like a mountain, it makes me want to cry.

He happily showed off to his friends, beat them until they cried for their parents, and then Ding Yi announced that he was in seclusion.

This made the little friends shed tears, reluctant to leave, and sincerely happy for her.

The tears in his eyes and the waving hands were all expressions of his attachment to her.

Only that kid Mo Fang kept holding on to Ding Yi, and the reluctance in his eyes was even more intense.

The stingy man took out a stone from his pocket and forcefully stuffed it into Ding Yi's hand without saying a word.

"Here you go. I'll wait for you."

Mo Fang ran away with a red face.

Ding Yi: “…”

I really want to throw it, what an ugly stone.

Tossed up and down

Forget it, let’s just wait for Mo Hua to come out and explain himself. It’s so confusing.

A bit scary.