Sir Ares, Goodnight

"What?" Grand Old Master Yorks stood up abruptly.

However, when he noticed Baby Robbie sitting calmly on the couch, he realized that he, an old man, was not even remotely as calm and unruffled as a child.

Hence, he forced himself to sit back down again.

"Do you have an antidote for the poison, Baby Robbie?" Grand Old Master Yorks asked.

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Grand Old Master Yorks looked dumbfoundedly at him. "Why aren't you anxious at all, then?"

Baby Robbie chuckled. "That's your son, not mine. Of course, I can't feel the same pain as you when you lose your son."

Grand Old Master Yorks was dumbfounded once more. He stood up and rushed to the back courtyard this time.

Jordan and Baby Robbie were the only ones left in the living room. They both stared at each other.

5s secret agent in the military intelligence division and could retreat completely amid hails of bullets in crisis. He was certainly not a pure and

the clock on the wall, stretched out five

in a flurry and asked Baby Robbie, "Why are there two Sandras? There's one in both the front

you explain to me the combat skills of both

mulled it over. "The one in the front courtyard is Nephele and the

Yorks was astounded. "How do you

conclusion was merely idle theorizing and not the least bit convincing because he was only sitting in the living room eating fruits without taking a single

"It's

Old Master Yorks was speechless.

Answer me properly."

"Only those who don't know martial arts or are weak in martial arts would use

a sudden realization.

be good at it, but her skills have probably

everything Grand Old Master Yorks

show me