The Most Ruthless Tyrant in the World of Magic Dotes on His Seven-Year-Old Son

On the day I traveled to Fuheishier, I saw my seven-year-old son washing my bloody clothes. The technique is skillful and the expression is cold, as if it has been done countless times. I asked myself: Is the bastard who sold his son in the original book worthy of being a father? No, this life is different. I started to learn how to cook, and after cooking in the kitchen three times, I finally made a good egg. When he went to school, I stood at the school gate and was the first to pick him up. He subdued the shikigami, and I secretly guarded him throughout the process. But that time, in order to stop me, his spell power was overdrawn and he passed out. The underground doctor said: "After three years of burning, can he wake up and see himself?" I stayed by the bed all night, my eyes red as blood. When he woke up he said, "Father, I'm fine." I held him, and for the first time I knew what it meant to be afraid. Later he asked me: "What were you thinking about that day?" I didn't tell him, I was thinking of the scene in the original novel where he lost everything. I didn't even tell him that I vowed to keep those pictures just pictures. Now he has all nine types of gods, I am responsible for killing, and he is responsible for recording. The Zenyuan family didn't dare to come, and the Kamo family stayed away. Someone asked me why I became stronger? Nonsense, I have a son to raise. ** Tags: ** # Father and Son Love # Spellcraft Fans # Time Travel # Healing