Vanguard of the Eternal Night (BL)(Complete)

Chapter 121

A while later, the doorbell rang.

Mother Vic straightened her clothes, pressed the corners of her mouth into a frown, unleashed the momentum she reserved for the battlefield, prepared for a bloodbath, and opened the door.

When she opened the door, she saw an iceberg War God standing at the door with the same tense aura of preparing for battle.

The two of them looked at each other across the entrance for three seconds. At the same time, the temperature dropped to below zero, and the scent of gunpowder silently filled the air.

Two seconds later, Victor's voice chimed in from further outside the door, the sound seeming both far and near, "How come you're standing at the door? Is it my mommy who opened the door?"

Tyron was expressionless, "Mom."

Mother Vic's back was covered with countless goosebumps as she replied. She was still gnashing her teeth internally, filled with the indignation of a father-in-law when facing her son-in-law.

A few minutes later, Tyron moved a large number of gifts into the room by hand. In one corner of the living room was a hill of presents over one meter high, scaring Father Vic out of the kitchen.

Father Vic rubbed his hands and spoke happily, "Oh, you're Tyron! Why are you so polite? What did you bring these gifts for? How about you give me an autograph instead?"

Mother Vic was very unhappy about the way he was acting so friendly with outsiders. Two streams of air gusted out of her nose as she spoke heavily, "Yes, this is the devil who stole away your son."

Victor was particularly afraid of his mother's anger. When he heard this tone, his steps immediately turned crooked. He squirmed his way behind his father and said, "I'll... I'll help with the cooking."

Once again, only Mother Vic and Tyron were left in the living room.

Mother Vic: "My son has always had a weakness for pretty faces since he was a child. Haha, his father said that he would end up enamoured with a beautiful girl outside sooner or later. It's just that we had never expected that it would end up being a pretty guy." Don't be complacent! My son is just attracted to your beautiful face!

Tyron: "Yes, the foundation of profound learning is inherited through the family. After all, both Father and Mother have good aesthetic judgement."

This one sentence praised both of Victor's parents. Mother Vic shifted on the sofa and crossed her legs the other way, completely suppressing any changes in expression.

Mother Vic continued, "Other than being attracted to beautiful appearances, he has many problems. His attention span is short, and he wants to learn everything, but he doesn't want to settle. He's also stubborn, and even nine bulls can't pull him back. He's also too idealistic, wanting to pull out a blade and help whenever he sees any injustice. Everything he does is too black and white, and he'll suffer losses sooner or later..."

Ms. June's personality was just like this. She would seldom praise others, and most of what she said was criticism.

At this time, she had an expression on her face that said 'My son is so terrible. What to do!?', but her eyes said the opposite, 'What kind of skills exactly did you use to bewitch my son?!'.

Tyron's expression was indifferent, and after listening to her, he replied, "Yes, I know all about it."

Mother Vic's expression changed again, and her heart was full of anger: I'm complaining about my son. What does that have to do with you? Is my son someone who you can disdain? Hmph!