This time it really popped up, and it wasn't just sitting up.

Zhao Wei even turned over and got out of bed, and Banban stood upright at the bed, "Dad Dad!"

"Yes." Zhao Yuluo nodded with satisfaction and said to himself, yes, it's my bastard, at least I'm afraid that I can't make any mistakes in this.

Little did he know that Zhao Wei's reaction was so great that, firstly, the former master stood up instinctively because of his own father's fear from his bones; secondly, he was guilty.

If you take possession of someone’s body, in order not to reveal the situation, you have to call this person a father in the future. Can Zhao Wei be worthy of it?

"Dad, dad!"

King Cheng was dressed in military uniform and was handsome, with a bit of a general style.

But no one knows that this Prince Cheng, who has been alone in Qiongzhou for several years, was a gentle and elegant king who likes literary style a few years ago. His experience in beating his son is so much more skillful than placing troops and setting up formations.

The country is in danger, and I don’t know how many people are forced into generals of war.

At this time, King Cheng looked at Zhao Wei and pointed at the bed with his chin, "Lying back!"

"Oh!" Zhao Wei shrank his neck and lay back obediently. However, he grinned and thought to himself, why didn't it hurt so much when he got up?

Well, that was scared at that time.

Zhao and Luo frowned. It was a bit normal for the bastard at this time. He really described the figure who was bragging the drum with bare shirtless and rushing around to the crowd.

After Ma Xiaoyi gave up his seat, he brought a chair to Zhao and Luo and sat on the head of the bed. Then he spoke: "The military Chinese medicine officials said it was all skin trauma, and it would be fine if they were in tranquility for more than a month of resting."

Zhao Wei stared at the top of the tent, "Thank you for your concern."

"Tell me!"

"What do you mean?"

"Tell me what you thought and did it."
Chapter completed!