Color painting collection and a certain strongest

The recovered child hadn't woken up all day.

Fortunately, he is on vacation, otherwise it would be unwise to ask for leave when he was just promoted.

Ye Mozheng sat by the bed at home, pondering deeply, if this child is to be adopted, should this child be exposed to the magic world.

The two thoughts fought fiercely in Noctua Moth's Zhengdao psychology.

The party who told the story: Of course I have to say it!You yourself are a teacher of the High School of Conjuration, and you cannot hide your profession from your children!

The one who didn’t tell: The inspector said that the child’s spell power is very weak, and the circuit has never been seen before. What should I do if I am in danger as a conjurer!

Noctua's righteous expression became more serious.

While thinking, the boy quietly opened his eyes.

Gold-green eyes matched a pair of sunglasses.

Lan Tang:?

Lan Tang glanced around blankly, he was right inside the room.

Oh.

Seems like a quirk.

Lan Tang understood, and immediately got up with a shiver.

Looking at the child who was shivering weakly even though there was heating in the room and the quilt had been added three or four layers, the balance of Noctua's righteousness slid all the way to the world of concealing spells without looking back.

The weak little lion is like a little black meow. Except for Wujo Satoru, who is also a fierce beast, who has the same kind of radar, no one can see through the surface that Lantang is using his body as a battlefield to fight against Huangba's black vomit. The fire is head-on.

What a mediocre mortal can see is only a little bit of what leaked out, so he discarded the unreasonable guesses on his own.

He coughed lightly: "Hi, I...wait"

He stopped Lan Tang from getting up: "You should have a good rest first,"

Lan Tang hesitated for a moment, lay down silently, and introduced himself politely: "Hello, my name is Lan Tang."

Uncle Sunglasses nodded, and then continued talking, while Lan Tang lay on the bed and listened.

"My name is Ye Mo Zhengdao, I picked you up in an alley before." Ye Mo Zhengdao said, then asked after a pause, "Do you have any family?"

Lan Tang shook his head: "Sorry, I lost my memory."

"Is that so?" Ye Mozheng pondered for a while, and finally chose to get straight to the point: "Then Mr. Lan Tang, would you like to be adopted by me before you regain your memory?"

He said honestly: "I am very busy with work, and I often have to travel from time to time. I may not be a competent parent. You can also choose to go to an orphanage, and there will be better families to take you in."

Lan Tang was silent.

Of course, it's not disagreement, but a real four-year-old child usually needs to think about it.

Lantang will not make himself look like a different kind.

In fact, Lantang is quite satisfied with this family. After all, he has his own plans for the future. These plans require a lot of personal space and time to complete. If he is the only child, he can only live well after some results are achieved.

If you find someone to adopt, your personal time will be greatly reduced, unless the person is single and very busy.

And busy single adults rarely have sex.

So just a little reserved, Lan Tang agreed.

"Okay." Lan Tang nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said two words unskillfully: "Father."

The black rabbit finally brought the little black lion back to its nest, and satisfactorily thought about how to protect the weak little Miaomiao in the nest, unaware that the other party planned to go out every day while he was away.

Two months have passed. During this time, Lan Tang is recuperating on the bed, and Noctuma, who can't raise children, is busy working overtime. He doesn't have the slight nerve to ask for a nanny. Ordinary children may be lacking in love. , and then became more and more anxious, and Lan Tang, who was at least 40 years old in three lifetimes, was free and at ease.

Since he recovered from his injury ten days ago and was allowed to get out of bed, Lan Tang felt more at ease.

In just ten days, an information network was established on the computer. Although it was still very rough, it was enough for Lan Tang to learn some information about the spell.

The crazy kid 'Gojo Satoru' who had been trying to fight with him that day was a well-known genius in the magic world.

Of course, he is more famous for his willfulness.

After reading some simple information from Gojo Satoru, Lan Tang checked the time, went into the kitchen and stepped on a bench to cook.

This is why Lan Tang is always confused about what occupation he was before his amnesia shrank.

Because Lantang's cooking is not only extremely delicious, sometimes when the food is in a very good state, the dish will glow the moment it comes out of the pan.

When the light was shining for the first time, Lan Tang almost thought that he had accidentally activated the color painting collection.

But obviously, the adoptive father Noctua Zhengdao, who also saw the glow of the dishes, misunderstood something, probably took this as Lan Tang's spell circuit.

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Since the moth Zhengdao is really busy, Lantang only cooks lunch for one person. Today, Lantang only made a dish of shredded apples and tempura, plus a small pot of soup.

Lan Tang set up the bowls and chopsticks, served the dishes, and finally went to the kitchen to serve the soup.

Caught off guard, he met the white-haired boy in the restaurant.

The young man named Wujo Wu used his chopsticks to eat the dishes he made, and when he saw him coming, he greeted him with a smile: "Yo~Lantang, long time no see~"

Lan Tang? ? ?