"Leaves." Ye Tian doesn't know what words to use to comfort the leaves. It's his own flesh and bones and son. He really killed the leaves with his hands, but he didn't kill the leaves. Then someone who is more powerful will die because of him.

"leaves, it depends on your luck. You remember promising me something. "

Ye Tian takes a coin out of his pocket, and then throws it up high. At one glance, it's literal. Luck stands on the side of the leaf.

Ye Tian holds the leaves tightly in his arms.

"let's go home." Ye Tian knew that he had to get along with the way...