"Wow wow, where does the demon escape! Watch my Wushuang Slash... Kill... I slash!"
"Young master... young master! Slow down, be careful not to fall."
When Zhao Sheng walked into the garden with a serious expression, the scene in front of him was a mess, the flowers and plants in the garden were damaged, overturned and scattered in every direction.
His eldest son, Chen Mingren, was holding a Big Treasure Sword in both hands, excitedly slashing in the flowerbed, leaving a trail of devastation behind as if a hurricane had ravaged it repeatedly.
On the edge of the flowerbed, a pretty little girl with long hair was half-squatting on the ground, holding half a rainbow flower in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably.
Needless to say, the little girl was Zhao Sheng's eldest daughter, Chen Mingzhi, who had just turned eight this year.
