- Luo Lin's face was gloomy as he read the paper pigeon in his hand, and he walked heavily on the way back to Luoxiang Mansion. The burning feeling of the alcohol evaporating from his stomach gradually surged up at this moment, causing him to be upset.
- What about shame? What about jokes? Back then, it was he who was timid and timid. As a courtier, he couldn't resist the high emperor, and the fact that Zifen was too happy at first was the reason why he didn't dare to intervene and ask.
- And why did Zifen tell such a lie after giving birth to Jin Mi?
- Do you hope that he can treat Jin Mi well because of his guilt? Or is it to take revenge for Taiwei, the Heavenly Emperor who finally let her down?
- But did she ever expect that her daughter would not be able to escape the entanglement with the Tianjia after all. The Vulcan still does not know Jin Mi's life background, but the two have such an unethical relationship, coupled with Jin Mi's love for the Night God... How can this endless and chaotic relationship be sorted out?
- Luo Lin let out a light gasp, and was choked by the cold wind that was caught off guard and squeezed into his chest. He coughed again and again - for the daughter who did not belong to him to no longer be bullied because of her spiritual power, he refined half of his upper god cultivation base. As a Xuanbing Blade, Jin Mi gave Jin Mi self-defense. The scene of Jin Mi calling him father with joy and guilt is still vivid in my mind, but at this moment, because of the rising burning pain in his chest, it seems ironic and cold.
- "You're here."
- At the door, I saw Xufeng standing here generously. The water god was not there, and the immortal servants did not dare to let the god of war who was not afraid of the sky and the earth go in. Xufeng turned around and looked at him faintly.
- At this moment, it was already night time, all the immortals had rested, and the water god was about to speak, but Xufeng, who didn't say a word in front of him, raised the glass purifying fire in his hand towards him...
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- Linxiu added half an egg to the smoky congee nest, added fine shredded pork and pickles carefully to Yunmiao's taste, sat in front of Yunmiao's bed with dishes and chopsticks after extinguishing the fire, and filled a small bowl with mouthfuls. Feed Yunmiao for dinner.
- "Mother, I'll do it myself."
- Yunmiao had just woken up, and her body was weak but not weak. She knew how anxious Linxiu was during her coma, and she didn't want her to be tired and hurt at this moment.
- Lin Xiu shook her head stubbornly. Seeing this helplessness, Yun Miao followed her. When her eyes inadvertently looked at the vast starry sky outside the window, her eyes suddenly flickered. She looked at Lin Xiu's plain face and took a deep breath. He seemed to have no intention of saying: "Mother, did Jin Mi come here during my recuperation?"
- "It was mother's carelessness that made you suffer these sins." Linxiu stroked her daughter's thin face distressed, "She owes you a debt, and she will pay it back after all. Now you take care of your body first, and don't worry about the rest."
- "Where's Daddy?"
- "He has something to do."
- A star in the sky suddenly flickered violently a few times, and there seemed to be a miserable and intoxicating smell of the flower carving in the air. Yun Miao looked down gently, and the thick and slender ciliary feathers cast a small shadow under the light. After a long time of silence, he suddenly sighed softly: "Mother, I want to sleep with you tonight."
- Lin Xiu was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "Okay."
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- The water element Lingbo palm was lightly dodged by Xufeng, Luo Lin spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and was shocked by the strong firelight and fell heavily to the ground.
- He looked at the blood clot spewing out of his mouth in disbelief, and his whole body seemed to be boiling with burning pain. Even if he lost half of his cultivation, the body of God would never be weak, but he had just used his strength to resist. At the time, I felt an unprecedented pain in my dantian.
- That jug of wine...
- Luo Lin was in a mess. He didn't know why Xufeng wanted to kill him, nor why Lin Xiu wanted to poison him. At this moment, only an inexplicable and terrifying thought kept popping up in his mind - if he died here...