As soon as the voice fell, one hand was raised lazily, pointing to the red-haired girl in front who was fighting a bloody battle with a group of beasts.
"Listen, don't become a lunatic like her, do you hear me?"
Atlas' tone was very light, but it carried an irresistible pressure. As he spoke, he shook his head, and his face was full of the word "headache."
"If you are like her, you will lose your life sooner or later!"
But after waiting for a long time, the boy next to him didn't say a word.
Atlas frowned slightly and looked down—he saw Eli staring at the red-haired girl in the distance; his eyes were so bright, as if the stars fell to the earth.
At that moment, Atlas's veins were throbbing.
"You little brat, look at me clearly!" He slapped Eli on the forehead and gritted his teeth, "I'll ask you again, who is more important? Your biological father, me, or your troublesome aunt?"
Eli almost didn't hesitate and blurted out, "Aunt."
