After the goal was effective, the midfield kicked off, Mordred won the ball and didn't play fancy anymore, directly speeding up the guard. youpo rn "This is yours, team favorite, horn comb! This is what I will buy back from the motherland, cherish it!" Mordred seemed to hand his daughter into the hands of his son-in-law, solemnly failing, causing Marcelo to look confused. Looking at the horn comb, I forgot to care about the nickname of team pet with him.