Heller was in a nympho, and wandered towards Mingo again.

Since coming to this world, Mingo has never been in the water once.

Swimming freely in the water, the azure water made him think of the ocean and their world.

Mingo sighed slightly, and lightly stroked his belly that hadn't even bulged yet.

"Fish." Heller swam over drooling, and fortunately this was in the water, otherwise the image of the empire would have been lost by Heller.

Mingo's goosebumps were aroused by Heller's whiny voice, why did he feel bad about the swelling?

What Werther said is right, his father is a little strange, and the most tragic thing is that Mingo himself is not used to it at all.

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