Kapitel 1109: Father, This Grandpa Is Such A Poor Thing

A pair of big bright eyes was staring at the Hairless Monk and Krassu at the door.

The Hairless Monk who was about to strike was dazed for a moment too as he looked at the little lolita who popped half of her body out. The little one was so exquisite and cute, and that pair of big eyes was shiny as if the world's best things were all hidden in there.

After staying in that pitch-dark prison cell for 100 years, he had forgotten about the stars and sea and many other things.

His whole life was rife with hardships and hatred. He watched his mother being beaten to death. He slaughtered his father and his people. He also killed those who murdered his mother and those who cheered the murderers on…

He didn't know what was beautiful and good.

When he killed all his enemies, he even lost his reason to live on.

Without goals and hopes, there was no difference between the living and the dead.