Liu Zhentian immediately strode forward, shielding all his people. His robust back became a mountain and ridge, firmly blocking all the wind and rain for his subordinates and sons. Guoguo quickly climbed onto his shoulder, puffing out his large belly, and casually fished out a seed from his pouch to toss into his rosy little mouth.
Lampard, Yitiao, Xiao Kong, and Ventéclair puffed out their chests, just about to step forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with the old man when Liu Zhentian extended his arms and pushed them back, sending them rolling across the ground like gourds. It seemed like Liu Zhentian was overly protective and excited, unable to restrain his strength, but he obviously had his reasons.
"Foolish move! Staying together is asking for everyone to be taken out in one go!" Liu Zhentian immediately secretively pointed out to these idiots in the language of mental power.
