Under everyone's gaze, the flying sword flew back, carrying the little boy to Luo Tian.

"Dad, hug me." The child came to Luo Tian's body and held out those two chubby little hands.

"you old man?" Luo Tian allowed the child to hold out his two little hands, but he would not take them: "whose little fart is this? How dare you call yourself an old man in front of me? Do you believe I brought you home to cook? "

"Dad hugs me, Dad hugs me." The child was in a hurry, and he wanted to cry when he held his mouth: "of course, I'm your child. Hug me."...