Figo raised his eyebrows.

He shook the white clothes on his body, letting the clothes flutter in the wind, and a majestic smile appeared on his handsome face. He held the hilt of the knife with his hand and said, "Open your eyes wide and see, who are the demons?"

Gillard was stunned.

Look at the white-clothed swordsman Figo.

Look down at yourself again.

Wooden sword and wooden shield, dirty.

The seven-year-old boy has some beauty and ugly appearance. He squinted his mouth and murmured sadly: "So I am the evil demon clan?"

Pick, snap.

Tears fell.

He actually cried sadly.

Figo was in a daze and laughed and walked over and touched the boy's head: "You are not, nor am I. You are still young and can't kill the demon clan. You have to study hard first, why didn't you go to school?"

Am I? There was another glory in the boy's eyes and he replied, "Lunch break, have lunch... Oh, no, I forgot to go to have dinner!"

"Which shop nearby has good food? Grandpa hasn't eaten yet," said Figo.
Chapter completed!