fusion process.Tang Wulin was sleeping very deeply, fortunately, his vital signs were normal.Two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably down Tang Ziran's cheeks. He held his son tightly, the nine-year-...At this time, on the rostrum, Chiguozhangting sat there, but his brow was creased with veins, revealing his utterly restless mood. His expression was slightly ferocious, and his hands gripped the armrests tightly. in an instant. At the tip of the spear, there was a faint golden light flickering. 。Two mechs approached rapidly! The long-range mech commander clearly wanted to control his mech to accelerate again...