"Well, what you said makes sense. Normal people will not lie in the bushes and bask in the sun, which is so uncomfortable." Diapolo nodded slightly, keeping his tone calm.

I don’t know what the problem was. The last time his wife summoned the light with the thought that was left on him, and then received the response from the light. This time, he also followed the imitation of the vast light and successfully summoned the vast light.

But the summoning was successful, but the development was completely different from what he thought. I don’t know if it was because of the reason for changing the world. After he transformed into the powerful giant of light, the power in his body passed away wildly, like a dam with a gate opened, rushing thousands of miles away.

Before Diapolo could experience the powerful power that the giant had, he felt that he was about to be taken away. In desperation, he ran away quickly.

If it could last for a long time, even if it was strong for a quarter of an hour, Diapolo felt that he could kill the powerful ghost king, but unfortunately, the giant was too powerful. He could not last long with his own strength.

So he transformed into a fight with the Ghost King for a round, and immediately chose to tear the space to run away. Unfortunately, after only three minutes, he was taken away, then fell from the sky and randomly smashed into the courtyard of the red-haired boy in front of him.

The reason why he couldn't get up in the bushes was because he was too empty now, and it felt extremely laborious to even move a finger. Of course, it was because the current environment was quite safe and there was no thing around him that could threaten him.

There are many ways to recover quickly, the blood crystals he hoarded and the life essence taken from the blood pool accumulated by the Ghost King for thousands of years can also be quickly restored. However, Diapolo doesn't want to use it, and it's not an emergency moment. There is no need to waste it like this. They are all treasures that can be used to improve their strength.

"So, who are you? How did you get into my yard?"

The boy showed vigilance in his eyes, he took a few steps back slightly, and then took a pose for fighting.

"As you can see, I am an abnormal person. As for how I entered your yard, I said I fell from the sky. Do you believe it?"

Diapolo looked sincere, but his words were no different from running a train in the boy's ears.

"What are you kidding? Are you treating me as a three-year-old?" The boy looked up at the sky, with a little anger on his face. There was no airport nearby.

"Hurry up and leave my yard, or I'll call the police."

"If I could get up, I wouldn't have lie here. It would be more comfortable to find any piece of land in your yard than where I lay." Diapolo showed helplessness on his face, looking like I didn't want to.

"What the hell do you want to do?" The boy frowned tightly.

"I don't want to do anything because my current physical condition doesn't allow me to do anything."

"What's wrong with your body?"

"I was exhausted and I had no strength at all." Diapolo answered truthfully.

"What are you talking nonsense?"

The red-haired boy was impatient. At this moment, he finally realized the terrible fact that he was about to be late. He walked forward and wanted to pull up Diapolo and throw the man who appeared in his yard for no reason.

"Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to school and I don't have time to waste with you here."

"Tsk, what an impolite little guy!"

Diapolo let the boy pull himself up, but the moment he touched Diapolo's body, the red-haired boy frowned deeply because he found that there was indeed a big problem with the guy's body.

"Shaohong, what happened? Why haven't you gone to school yet?"

Just when the red-haired boy was worried about how to deal with Diapolo, a stern scolding sounded behind him, and a young woman in pure white home clothes walked out of the house.

"Mother!"

Just like he met a little beast with a natural enemy, the red-haired boy's body instinctively froze, turned his head to look at his mother behind him, and a hint of fear appeared on his face.

"he……"

"I'll deal with it, you'll go to class now!"

The woman's unquestionable voice made the boy obey instinctively. In Diapolo's interested gaze, the boy skillfully climbed over the wall more than one person's height and disappeared from his vision with his heavy schoolbag on his back.

"So, sir, can you explain why you showed up in my yard?"

After his son left, a woman in a seemingly bloated robe appeared in front of Diapolo as if teleported, and her slightly weird purple pupil stared at Diapolo lying among the bushes.

"If you just heard me talking to your son, then you should know that I fell from the sky and did not deliberately break into your courtyard."

Looking at the black-haired young woman with a dangerous aura on her body, Diapolo's face did not change at all, and she looked very calm.

"I only heard you tell my son that you are exhausted. So can you tell me what you are fighting against, which leads to your current situation?"

"Work against something?" Diapolo tilted his head, "Let me think about it, that guy seems to be called the Ghost King, his name is Xuyan. Have you heard of his name?"

"How could the oldest ghost king in the world have not heard of it?" The dignified young woman smiled gently, but under this smile, she was not happy, but angry. The woman expressed her anger with a smile.

"But, sir, want to fool me? Why do you have to find such a clumsy excuse?"

"If you don't believe it! Then there's nothing to do." Diapolo looked at the sky with his eyes, looking indifferent.

"If you have really fought the Ghost King, how could you just pay the price of losing your strength now?"

The woman still showed no angry gesture, she was just refuting Diapolo seriously.

"It just looks like there are no scars, but I actually paid a very heavy price."

"Forget it, I can't tell the truth about your words, but I can be sure that you are the one who fights ghosts, so you can rest well with me until you recover."

"No, where can you be sure that I have fought with ghosts?" Diapolo looked puzzled.

"I can smell that there was a powerful evil ghost wailing in front of you." The woman's expression was very serious, and there was no falsehood at all, which made Diapolo feel extremely surprised.

"Can you smell this? There is obviously no alien aura left on me." Diapolo, who was sure that there was absolutely no smell on his body, was puzzled.

"This is a special talent that belongs to me alone." The woman explained.

"Oh." Diapolo nodded and stopped asking.

"I'll help you into the house. The warrior who dares to kill the evil ghost should be treated the best!"

"It's time to do it." The thrifty Diapolo did not blush at all, and let the little woman who looked weak and weak on the surface pick him up and put him in the house.

But in fact, Diapolo's seemingly slender and thin human form is now. Because of his extremely hard bones and terrifying muscle density, his weight is more than ten times that of humans of the same appearance. Even in this human form with restricted strength, he is a ferocious beast in human skin.

But this seemingly ordinary young human woman actually picked him up easily without any effort.

"Sir, just lie here for a while. I'll go and clean up a room for you now."

Because she smelled the aura that only she could detect on Diapolo, the woman was very polite. She was so polite that Diapolodi couldn't adapt to it.

"Uh, don't be so troublesome. I recovered some of my energy and left." Diapolo began to be polite at this time. How could he say that he was just a guy who was soft but not hard.

"How can you let you leave in this state? This is so rude." The young woman with purple eyes frowned and suddenly showed a sense of pity.

"Are you hungry in your stomach? I'll prepare food for you now."

"Hey!"

Diabolo, who was treated gently while caught off guard, immediately wanted to use up some of the accumulated blood crystals and recover quickly. He found that he really couldn't stand this.

"Mother!"

At this moment, a slightly tender cry sounded, and then Diapolo saw a small figure with a timid look on his face appeared at the corner of the stairs on the second floor. He was poking out his head and secretly looking at him lying on the sofa.

"Yinan, are you awake? Go and wash yourself. You are already a little adult."

"Yeah, okay." The little figure responded obediently, then climbed up the stairs and washed up.

"This is your child too?" Diapolo looked at the corner of the empty stairs and looked at the graceful background of the young woman who was busy.

"Yes, they are all my children!"

"But I can't see any similarities in them, and they don't have any bloodline connections with you."

Diapolo could tell at a glance that the children who called this woman's mother had no blood relationship with her, and they had no similarities with each other.

"Sir, I can't be their mother without blood relationship?"

"Of course, it's just how many children have you adopted?"

“Only seven have been adopted at this time.”

"Oh Huo, it seems that you want to adopt more. Can you ask why you adopt these children?" Diapolo was really curious. He just came over and ran into the so-called oldest ghost king, and now he randomly smashed into the home of a Virgin (?). This is too much.

"They are all descendants of the ghost-killing people, and the blood flows on them that makes the evil ghosts fear them."
Chapter completed!