Old Ancestor, He Was a Wolf Fire

"This is one of the Alfred family manor, we will live here in the future." Just as Reinhardt entered with Gu Qianjun, a domestic robot butler came forward and took care of everything. "Master, welcome back. , No. G-4018 for you."

After Reinhardt reached out and set the program, he saw Gu Qianjun curiously looking at the robot in front of him.

Seeing Gu Qianjun clearly curious, but still sullenly pretending not to care, he couldn't help but laugh at him.

He was sure that if he smiled in front of his own Junjun now, his face would definitely be lost, and he would probably be beaten and swollen. I don't know who taught him before. I don't understand the worldliness at all. I don't just want to die, and I hit people specifically in the face.

Gu Qianjun glanced at Reinhardt, and saw that his expression on his face was weird, somewhat inexplicable.

After Reinhardt sorted out his emotions, he placed Gu Qianjun on the ground, facing G-4018. "This is the intelligent robot they just sent. You can cultivate your own character within half a month. Jun Jun gave How about picking a name and cultivating it by yourself?"

Gu Qianjun frowned his little brow, and if his cute look was seen by the rough guys in the starship, he was afraid that he would scream again and provoke a horde of wolves.

"It's called Liuguang, but I don't know how to cultivate this thing." Reinhardt rubbed the short hair on Gu Qianjun's head. Streamer will show you something about the interstellar."

Gu Qianjun patted Reinhardt's hand and nodded.

Reinhardt didn't care either, turning his head to look at Streamer, "Start the defense program, monitor the system, and set permissions."

The triangular eyes on the streamer electronic display flashed, "The defense system is activated, the monitoring system is activated. Please enter the permission settings."

"Name, Gu Qianjun. Authority setting, the highest."

"The permissions are set successfully." After saying these words, Streamer's triangular eyes stopped flickering.

After Reinhardt finished the meeting, when he opened the door, the first thing he saw was a huge three-dimensional star map, and the dotted galaxies and nebulae were clearly visible.

Reinhardt froze for a while, and wanted to step forward after reacting. Before I got close to the star map, I was blocked by the edge.

Sitting cross-legged, Gu Qianjun noticed someone approaching, and opened his eyes, "Huh? Your problem has been resolved?"

"Well, you did it?" Reinhardt pointed to the star map that almost covered the entire room. Gu Qianjun sat inside and nodded, the original star map turned into a little bit and returned to Gu Qianjun's body.

"It's nothing, just ask if you are hungry, do you want to go out and eat something." Reinhardt's heart was raging.

In today's interstellar age, although there are people with substantial spiritual power. But those people are all eight or nine-level masters, and those who can build star maps can only do things that only tenth-level double-s-level masters can do.

The star map Reinhardt constructed by those masters has naturally been seen as a marshal, but no one is as big as Gu Qianjun constructed, or even completely substantive, even a double-S-level strong can withstand it. of.

Putting away the mental power that was being released, Gu Qianjun patted the non-existent dust on his body, and stretched out his hands towards Reinhardt.

This kind of action made both of them stunned. Before Gu Qianjun could come back to his senses, Reinhardt hugged the white limp in his arms.

It is deceptive to say that you are not happy in your heart. The hugged Gu Qianjun was buried on Reinhardt's shoulders, puffing up a fleshy bun face in annoyance.

"Haha..." A low, dumb laugh came from Reinhardt's chest. Gu Qianjun couldn't help but clenched his hand into a fist and hammered him, and then restored the expressionless face. "Didn't you say to take me out to eat?"

Reinhardt withdrew his smile, "Well, where are you going to eat?"

This question caused Gu Qianjun to tilt his head and think, "Can we go to the night market they said? I heard that it is very lively and there are so many delicious foods."

Reinhardt raised his eyebrows, "I thought you like cleansing." As an old man who had been in Reinhardt's cognition for an unknown period of time, he knew that Gu Qianjun likes to eat light-tasting food, so he took it for granted. Like the elderly, I don’t like lively places.

Gu Qianjun gave him a white glance. "How is it possible? I have been in the sect since I was born. Everyone can say that they respect me very much. They don't dare to breathe in front of me. Looking at it makes me annoying. There is nothing here. People know me, I must understand what the excitement in your mouth is like."

Reinhardt didn't know why, and a touch of distress passed in his heart, and he squeezed Gu Qianjun's paws, "Okay, then we'll go to the night market."

He was preconceived. Although the meat dumplings lived for a long time, no one dared to teach them. It's really impossible to be like an old man, maybe this little guy is more innocent than a kid.

Gu Qianjun looked at the weird Reinhardt on his face and said nothing. This is not the first time this guy has done this anyway.

Just when Reinhardt and Gu Qianjun were visiting the night market, they were ignored by the interstellar crowd again.

#Former Jagged Marshal, fell tragically today! #

# Actually being stuffed with dog food by father and son, 嘤嘤嘤~要被甜哭了#

The two of them did not have the consciousness of being watched by the crowd, and strolled around their night market on their own. The white and tender ball shrank in Reinhardt's arms, pointing his finger at the various food toys on the side of the street. The simple act of stunned surprise caused Gu Qianjun to assume a posture of pointing the country.

Coupled with that tender bun face makes people can't help but scream while holding their face.

Gu Qianjun stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears, frowning slightly, "Are you people so unreserved?"

Glancing coldly at the surrounding people, the people who were still very noisy suddenly calmed down.

The crowd onlookers: 嘤嘤嘤, the marshal's eyes are so fierce ＱＡＱ

He held Gu Qianjun with one hand, and rubbed his ears for Gu Qianjun with the other.

Reinhardt wanted to say something. Before he could speak, a sweet smell attracted Gu Qianjun's attention. Without even looking at Reinhardt, he looked straight at the small stall that smelled of sweetness, and pulled Reinhardt's clothes casually. "What's that?"