"You don't have the power to use this artifact, and now you probably don't have the strength, let alone drive it again. The old man said, turning to the man again, "Young master, don't be afraid. She doesn't even have the strength to move now, and any innate person can pinch her round and flatten. ”

"Hehehe, you better be restrained," the old man moved cautiously, approaching the woman, and the words in his mouth kept disintegrating the woman's fighting spirit, "You don't have the strength now, in fact, it's a good thing to follow our young master." The status of the young master is not comparable to that of you, a little saint, as a saint, you still have to be restrained by the elders in the Heaven and Earth Patrol Envoy. But the young master is different, although he is the Holy Son, he is also the future master of the temple, which is much more valuable than you, the Holy Maiden......"

"You...... You guys...... The beauty you think, I ...... I...... My Uncle Ray ...... Uncle Ray ...... soon Soon it will be ...... It's coming...... You...... If you are ...... to me? Not good for me...... World...... Heaven and Earth Patrol ...... Be...... It's not going to give up...... "The woman said intermittently, ......," the woman said.

The old man did not answer, he was already sure that the woman had no strength to resist. But as the saying goes, the older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous they are. He still didn't dare to walk quickly in front of the woman, turning back three times in one step, cautiously.

The old man didn't speak, but the man spoke, and the villain looked like he was so ambitious, I really don't know how he became the son of the saint, are the people in the temple blind?

"Lei Hanzhu. He's something. If I move, you will move, and the Heaven and Earth Patrol Envoy will not say anything, they will join forces and lose both, they naturally know how to choose, "People can't be good-looking, and the sea can't fight." Although no matter where you look at it, this man looks like mud can't support the wall, but the thinking logic between his words is still remarkable.

"I ...... My dad...... My dad is ...... I won't let it go...... Spare you, Uncle Ray...... Uncle Ray will ...... Will tell...... Tell my dad ...... "A woman is still very simple, and she simply thinks that her dad is the most powerful person in the world." Even if I haven't seen my dad for a long time, I don't know where my dad is. But in her mind, her father must be the most powerful in the world.

"Your father. Your father. The word "father" still rarely appears in the Daozang world, and the man was stunned for a moment before he understood. There are some scruples, "Who is your father?" ”

The old man also stopped, and at this time, he was not far from the woman's body.

"Daddy......" The woman's eyes overflowed with faint longing, "My father...... Be...... It's Lin Kunkun...... ...... the most powerful cultivator"

"Lin Kunkun. A somewhat familiar name, but soon, the man laughed. The name didn't have much of an impression in his mind, it should be some kind of small person.

The old man laughed too, for he had never heard of such a person. That hint of familiarity may have been heard somewhere. But since I can't remember, even if I think it's strong, it's not strong. When he is so cultivated, at such an age, some taboo characters are like carving them in his mind with a knife.

"Your father. Hum...... He's something. The man snorted disdainfully, with the backing of the temple, he ignored the heroes of the world.

The woman was tempted to refute, to tell the man that his father was the greatest and most powerful man in the world. But she couldn't say it, because her eyes began to droop, like a deflated ball, and she had no strength at all, and she couldn't say anything from her mouth. She struggled to sober herself up, but the heavy chaos of her head made her consciousness more and more blurred. Faintly, he seemed to hear it......

"What are you? Dare to touch my daughter," the scream shattered the barrier that had been meant to hide from others, and the sound contained boundless anger and a little self-reproach.

The wind swept away the leaves, and everything on the ground began to hover restlessly. As big as a small rock, as small as a speck of dust, it seems that the anger that has been buried deep for an unknown amount of time has been ignited by the voice full of anger. Though they are small, though they have no power. They can only watch as a person steps over their heads, or kicks them away when they come across.

But this does not mean that they are willing to endure such humiliation and be willing to be so submissive. They're just waiting, waiting for the best of times, and then they're up and running. That loud shout was their chance, so they circled, they danced, they tore everything in sight to shreds. Let all this become as small as them, and let all the bullying in this world disappear without a trace.

The wind is strong and the bow is roaring, and the general hunts Weicheng. The grass is withered, and the snow is light. Ignore Xinfeng City and return to the fine willow camp. Looking back at the place where the eagle was shot, thousands of miles of twilight clouds were flat.

The surging fighting spirit was burning, and it began to cut towards the old man and the man's body.

The woman seemed to hear her father's voice, and even after a long time, it still reminded her of the man who was so imposing.

"Daddy......" called softly, and her consciousness sank. It seemed to feel her father holding her in his arms, and a burst of security made her sleepy. Very comfortable, very comfortable......

A breath of activity reached her body, and her consciousness revived little by little, like a grass that had survived the harsh winter, spitting out a trace of tender shoots when spring came.

"Yuhan, Yuhan......" is like a call from nine days away, Dad's voice.

Little by little, the sound became real, little by little clearer, little by little closer, as if it came from my own ears.

Lin Yuhan opened his eyes, the man. A man held herself in her arms, but she didn't feel the slightest discomfort. That face, a face between middle age and youth. A face she will never forget, and she will never forget. It was my father's face, unchanged, eroded by the vicissitudes of time.

Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes, she didn't want to cry, she wanted to laugh. I wanted to laugh very, very much, but the annoying tears went against her will, and I tried my best to restrain them, and I couldn't stop them from moving forward......

It turns out that crying is not only when she is sad, but also when she is happy, she feels like she is dreaming, but is there such a real dream.

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(Tianjin)