"Nanny!"

Xiao Linger’s hand clasped the white neck and covered her face with soft white skin.

Her little face smiled, a pair of big eyes flickered, and tears that had never been scattered.

"Linger was really scared just now..."

I am afraid that I will never see my mother again.

Bai Yan raised his hand and gently patted the back of Xiao Linger. His voice was soft: "It's okay, Linger doesn't have to worry, it's okay, and Niang may not let anyone have a chance to hurt you."

"Ok."

Linger lowered his eyes: "Linger believes in the mother..."

Emperor Cang stood beside the mother and daughter, his hand unconsciously grabbed the shoulders of Bai Yan, and a pair of phoenixes looked at the bodies of the enemies, and a cold mang flashed through his eyes. Gloomy and terrible.

But soon, he took the light from the bottom of his eyes and turned to look at the mother and daughter of the white face. The red lips gently smacked a smile.

"Yan, this time the battle is over, you are tired, go back and have a good rest, because the battle we have to face next... is more intense."

"it is good."

Bai Yan hugged the little Linger tightly and stood up slowly from the ground. Her eyes slowly turned to the Emperor Cang, and her eyes were deep: "Ye Yuqing, a few people, I am afraid I will come soon, Emperor Cang, this time we must be prepared for everything."

I don't know if it is her illusion. She always feels that her mood is a little uneasy, her heart is mad, and she can't calm down for a long time.

......

Above the void, the phoenix poetry is swaying, her beauty gaze at the long-sleeved teenager in front, and a touch of undetectable light flashes through her eyes.

She bit her lip, and after all, she still asked the doubts in her heart.

"Lord, what did the girl just say... What does it mean?"

The long-sleeved boy suddenly stopped his footsteps. He held his back with his hands and turned his back to the woman behind him. Under the breeze, the ink was shallow, and under the light of the shallow sunlight, the younger body was more handsome and handsome.

"Feng Shishi, what are you suspecting?"

He faintly raised his eyebrows, and his voice was unconsciously brought cold.

The heart of Feng Shi's poems trembled, and she did not want to doubt the lord. However, the words of Bai Yan had been ringing in her mind over and over again, so that she could not forget.

Her footsteps slowly moved forward, and went to the long-sleeved boy in front. After waiting for his back, Feng Shishi stopped and took a look at the young man in front of him.

"Lord, the girl said... Are you not ink?"

Ink in the hustle and bustle of the cold mang, flashed, sneer, and sneered: "Feng poetry, do you think that I am not a sinister, who is it? You have been with me for so many years, even I can not recognize it? Or is this what you call my heartfelt heart? Because someone else began to doubt the lord in one sentence?"

Boom!

The wind swelled from the boy's body, lining up his lovely baby face and being cold and ruthless.

Feng Shishi was a little flustered, she knew that the lord was angry...

"Lord, the subordinate is just curious that you have never left the field in the past few years, how did you get to know the girl?"

"Oh!" Ink sneered a few sneers, his laughter was ironic and contemptuous. "What do you want to ask about the Lord's things? Feng Shishi, I let you stay with me for so many years, you I thought that I gave you enough love and trust, can you freely put it in front of me?"

His voice was fierce, like a heavy hammer, and he was kneeling on the heart of the phoenix poetry.

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