He went down from the top floor of the ship to the second floor and saw Agarez leaning against the wall, his whole body emitting a sharp and cold light.

The spirit eyes ignored Agarez and raised their feet to walk past him. Unexpectedly, they heard Agarez ask politely: "Your Excellency, how many children are there in her belly?"

He didn't know how many little masters there were in his master's belly?

It’s really a small score that shows the middle score, and it’s a big score.

Lingyan stopped his steps and his eyes slanted, and he was so angry that he was gentle and angry: "You are a robot, what do you care about how many children are in the owner's belly?"

"How many children in her belly have to do with you? Can you still call your father? Do your job well? Otherwise, you will get as far as you can!"

Agarez stood in front of him, bowed his head slightly to him, extremely polite: "Sorry, it's my fault. I don't know how many children she has in her belly. Please tell me!"

The spiritual eyes were about the same height as him, and there was no pressure to look at him directly. In addition, he had lived for 10,000 years. For him, according to their age, the people in front of him were not even considered a tree seed or a tree branch.

For a little kid who is not even considered a tree seed or a branch, there is no need to be angry with the spirit eyes, and he opened his mouth and said lightly: "Since you know you are wrong, you shouldn't ask again. Since you have chosen to be a combat robot, then keep going."

"If it is not done, you can leave at any time. My master, now I have me, and I can protect her and the little master in her belly."

Agarez's voice was suppressed, and he was domineering: "I won't leave. She is mine, my wife. I can protect her and the children in her belly."

The voice of the spirit eyes sank, and the eyes became sharp, crisp and as crisp as jade, filled with coldness, without striking around the bush, calling Agarez's name: "The Trojan Empire, Marshal Agarez, is the person I put in my heart, the person I hold in my palm, the person who is more important than my life. I have found her for more than 1,000 years, and I have waited for her for more than 2,000 years."
Chapter completed!