After I was favored by the group, they made me the leader

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☆ 91. Doing evil

Zhu He was confused

and at a loss.

The man in front of him who looked a bit like a delicious two-color ice cream was his son?

Zhu He really believed it.

After all, he had lost his memory, so anything could have happened in the past.

Although the age didn't match, maybe it was some other unconventional means?

So he asked very hesitantly: "Then whose son is he?"

Dazai's smile widened.

How come he became so easy to deceive after not seeing him for eight years?

An idea popped up in his mind, and he blurted out the answer: "It's your and my child. Eight years ago, you walked away and disappeared. I raised him up alone with all my heart and soul."

Dazai pulled out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped his eyes hypocritically: "There is no need to elaborate on the hardships of the process. It all stems from my love for you. How is he? He looks good, right? He has all his limbs intact. Did I raise him well?"

"Can two men have children? No, no, you are only eighteen. Would I have had a child with you eight years ago? And raising a child is not an advantage if you have all your limbs intact, right..."

There were too many questions he wanted to complain about, and Zhuhe was confused and felt dizzy.

Sigma, who reacted, exploded and punched Dazai - but missed.

His face turned red with anger: "What nonsense are you talking about! I have nothing to do with you! Who is your son!"

Dazai: "Wow, is this what you are focusing on? So he is not my son, but it doesn't matter if he is Zhuhe's."

Sigma shouted: "Of course not! I have nothing to do with you two bastards!"

Zhuhe said aggrievedly: "I didn't say anything, why are you scolding me too?"

Sigma was completely venting his anger. Although he knew he was wrong, he still forced himself to add: "Birds of a feather."

Dazai applauded: "You can use idioms, very good."

Sigma threw another flying kick - but missed.

"Okay, okay, no more jokes."

Dazai said seriously in a second: "But in the universal sense, you are indeed half his father."

Sigma clenched his fist in anger.

Endure it.

"Do you feel anything different when you look at him?"

Zhuhe heard it and looked at Sigma seriously.

This time, he found something wrong.

"Huh?" In the air, a line that only Zhuhe could see connected him - the book in his arms.

Zhuhe was shocked.