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"Don't save?" The father's voice sounded calm: "What's the reason?"

"Father, you said that I will be responsible for this matter." Gal said with a smile.

"Not bad, but I still want to know the reason." He turned to look at his son, very insistent.

"Because she's useless." Gal replied very straightforwardly: "If it's just useless, it doesn't matter. Our family is not afraid of raising another waste. At worst, we can find someone to marry her off in the future. But, she is not only useless , she will drag all of us down. Therefore, I think it is really not suitable for her to stay in this family. If we wait for her to do something irreparable wrong before we act, it will be too late. "

"You're very reasonable." Gal's father nodded after listening.It was as if he was not listening to his own daughter's life and death issue, but a passerby's story: "But..."

He suddenly changed the subject and looked at Gal.

Cal didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile, waiting for him to continue.

"But she is my daughter after all, your sister." His father reached out and patted Gal on the shoulder: "I know you don't like her, but I don't really like her either. She was spoiled by your mother since she was a child. I also know that you have more reasons to hate her than I do, I know all of this. But, she is ours after all... If your mother is still alive, you won't want her to die like this. "

"I understand." Gal was still smiling.

"So, this is just my suggestion." His father sighed: "She doesn't have to die, as long as she can never affect our family."

"I can try it." Gal still smiled.

"If you are really..." His father looked a little tired: "After your mother left, I feel that I am getting older. What is old is not my appearance, but my heart!"

"Father is still as young as he was," Gall said.

"No, I'm actually tired." His father shook his head: "Gal, everything here belongs to you, and the whole family belongs to you. I... really don't want to take care of it anymore. So, I'm just giving you advice , I hope to make your mother happier in another world. But if you absolutely want her to die, that’s up to you. After all, this family will be yours in the future. You want this family to prosper or decline, it’s up to you.”

"I won't let our family decline!" Gal put away his smile and said seriously, "I promise, father, you can trust me with this family."

"I believe this." His father finally smiled: "You are my son, my excellent son, and I have always believed in you. But today I have something to say to you."

"Father, tell me." Gal poured a glass of wine for his father.

"About you and the king." His father took the wine and took a sip.

"Me and Ba... What's the matter with the king? He's married and has his own queen." Gal poured himself a glass of wine, "Father, I..."

"Son." His father reached out and stroked his hair gently: "I know that feelings are a wonderful thing, and they are beyond our control. But, believe me, my child, you are so outstanding. In the future, you will Someone really loves you."

"I know." Gal said with a wry smile, "Thank you, father, I will look away."

"That's good." His father stood up: "Time can dilute everything, not to mention, you have endless time to dilute that relationship."

"I know." Gal nodded.

But in fact, he was smiling wryly in his heart.

Father, maybe you are right, there will be someone who will truly love me in the future.But none of them are Bart!Or, among them, who else can compare to Bart?

Whether external or internal.

As he thought about it, his eyes dimmed.

"Son." His father sighed: "I know what you're thinking, but... I can only say that you still don't understand feelings. I know that in your heart now, no one can compare to that person. "

Cal looked at his father suspiciously.

"When you fall in love with someone, he is naturally the best." His father looked at him with a smile: "Gal, when you fall in love with someone else, he will also be the best."

"No." Gal shook his head: "No one is better than him."

"Where are the gods?"

"In my mind, he is still the best."

"That's because you love him."

"I've loved him ever since I was a kid."

"child…"

"Father, I want to be alone for a while."

"Ok."

……

"You're a sad person too."

After a while, the sea monster turned back into a human form, and said to Gal while changing into clothes.

"None of your business." Gal gave him an angry look.

"I was thinking, who is worse between the two of us?" The sea monster had already dressed and walked out: "Is it you or me?"

"Who is worse?" Gal turned to look at the sea monster.

"As for me, I couldn't get the one I love, so I had a fight with him, and I lost both sides." The sea monster laughed at himself: "And what about you? If you can't get the one you love, you still have to look at him Marry someone else. Haha, but you didn't fight, and I didn't watch him with someone else. So, who do you think is worse between the two of us?"

"But..." Gal looked the sea monster up and down: "How do I feel, you should not be Hai Long's opponent."

"It wasn't originally." The sea monster said with a "hehe" smile: "The guy behind me is something none of you can think of."

"I think you should be careful." Gal snorted coldly: "Although I don't know who is behind you, but if that guy is really so powerful, how could he help you unconditionally? Think about it What exactly does he want!"

"I've thought of this a long time ago." The sea monster picked up the wine bottle and took a sip, "gulp, gulp" and wiped his mouth: "I don't care, it's just a bad life. As long as I can be with him for a day, I will Enough! Enough! Hahahaha!"

Gal looked at the sea monster who continued to drink speechlessly.

Just being with him for one day...is that enough?No, what I want is not a day, but -- forever!

……

"What is the use of this flower?"

Erbai and Bart lived in Death God for two days.

Although Mamen changed the Grim Reaper into a castle, his living habits were still preserved.For example, those black, creepy-looking Grim Reaper flowers in the yard.

"If a dying person can get this flower, he can save his life," Bart explained.

"Give him to the godfather?" Erbai asked in surprise, "go to the godfather, when you go to collect the soul?"

"Recovering souls?" Bart's eyebrows twitched: "That's right, you can also say that. However, it's not the godfather who collects souls. There are people who die every day, how can he have that time? There are many...you can Call them "little gods of death". They all have their own jurisdiction, and whoever dies in their own area, they will take away that person's soul and take it to hell."

"Then what about going to heaven?" Erbai was curious.

"That's Raphael's business." Bart rubbed his head.

"Is heaven really white?" Erbai looked up at the sky.

"I don't know." Bart shook his head and said, "None of the blood races have ever been there. If you want to go, you can ask Lucifer to take you there."

"Can't you go?" Erbai looked at Bart with watery eyes.

"No." Bart said lightly.

"Then I won't go either." Erbai said, resting his head on Bart's shoulder: "Without you, I won't go anywhere."

Bart didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile.Then, she reached out and took him in her arms.

The two sat on the lawn, looking up at the sky.

"Tomorrow we're going to go to the elves." After a while, Bart said.

"So fast?" Erbai still maintained his posture leaning against Bart.

"En." Bart nodded: "We should also let the godfather and the others enjoy the world of two, right?"

"What about Mammon?" Erbai pouted towards the castle.

"He won't stay here all the time." Bart said with a smile: "He will only keep the servants, and he will still go back to hell."

"Okay." Erbai stretched his waist, "Then tonight, we'll talk to the godfather."

"En." Bart nodded.

Then, he suddenly pulled Erbai to stand up: "It doesn't seem very good to eavesdrop on other people's speech."

Erbai looked at Bart with a confused face.

"Would you believe me if I said I was unintentional?" Mammon came out from behind a tree.

"No." Bart looked at him expressionlessly.

"That's why I won't say anything." Mamen smiled and walked in front of them: "Erbai wants to go to heaven?"

"Uh..." Erbai remembered what Bart said before that he couldn't go, shook his head and said, "I'm just curious, I don't have to go."

"Yeah, the blood race is cursed and cannot go to heaven." Mammon said with a smile: "But, I may have a way to let Bart go up with you to visit."

"Really?" Erbai looked at him in disbelief.

"Although I am the devil king of hell, I am not lying." Mammon said sincerely.

"Can I trust him?" Erbai turned to look at Bart and asked.

Mammon: "..."

"Yes." Bart nodded: "However, you need to ask him first what benefits he wants."

"That's right!" Erbai clapped his hands, squinting his eyes at Mamen: "What are you planning?"