The next morning.

Ningsun, worried, rushed from home to his son's residence.

"Shouldn't kill the other party, right?" She specially picked the strongest guide, maybe not as good as Gilgamesh, but it shouldn't be a problem to save her life in the hands of the irritated Gilgamesh... right?

Almost as soon as she stepped into the hall, she felt that the atmosphere was not right.

The gloomy and violent atmosphere that has filled the mansion for several years cannot be said to be swept away, at least half of it is gone, especially the smell of grass and soil after the rain mixed in the air, which makes the whole mansion much more peaceful.

Ning Sun walked in with long legs and asked the cleaning maid.

"Where are Gilgamesh and the new guide?"

The maid blushed and pointed upstairs, "Mr. Gilgamesh and Mr. Enkidu are still awake."

Then, he diligently wiped all suspicious traces on the carpet with a special cleaner.

"..."

Strange.

Ning Sun thought, according to this atmosphere, it should be a relatively loose and fragile spiritual union at most, not a physical union where there is no turning back once the bow is fired.

What's the matter with this trace?

Son, you have reached this point and you haven't done it to the end. Could it be that you have some unspeakable hidden disease?

Ms. Ningsun, who was puzzled, didn't know that her son who failed to live up to expectations was not only physically united, but not even mentally.

Thoroughly implemented the principle of eating dry, wiping clean and being irresponsible.

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