Yanqing's ears moved, Canglan's ears moved, Zihan? What kind of character is that, and what does it have to do with not regretting?

"That...... A few seniors, may I ask who 'Zihan' is, and what does it have to do with Ao Buregret?" Canglan's eyes moved, and he arched his hand to several old people to show respect, and asked humbly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

One of the old men who spoke first smacked his lips and scratched his chin: "No regrets?" Tiannan's kid seems to have such a name, he used to be a little tiger, and now he is two little dragons, why do they like to stick around him? You probably don't know as much as the little tiger, that ...... Lan Yatou was rescued by Tiannan in Baiyan City in the western part of Dala Prefecture, and then the two of them were together, Tiannan followed the Xuanwu Dragon Guard to Qingzhou for eight years and did not return, and his son was seven years old and had not seen his father. ”

Yan Qing and Canglan gasped at the same time, they didn't regret that they actually had a son? Seven-year-old son?! Hell, how could he cultivate so fast after breaking Yuanyang? The two of them had vicious eyes, and they could naturally see that the time for not regretting the expansion of meridians and the strengthening of the body did not exceed fifteen years, which meant that it took only fifteen years for Unregret to grow from a strong ordinary teenager to the early stage of the immortal realm, and during that time, he broke Yuanyang eight years ago, which was terrifying!

The two of them trembled at the same time, but then they were relieved - after all, they are the prince and the young master, they are talented, and it is understandable whether this kind of thing is kept or not, after all, the richness of his bloodline has reached a point that they can't imagine, and the dragon clan never cares whether they are a child's body, anyway, their wisdom roots belong to the most powerful one, and it doesn't matter if they have the innate Yuanyang qi or not.

"Third grandfather, who are these two uncles? Suddenly, a timid voice sounded from outside the door of the Umeng Mansion, breaking the slightly awkward silence. Everyone turned their heads and stared straight at the little head that emerged from the door, with bright eyes and bright teeth, starlight in their eyes, the first feeling when they saw him was that pair of beautiful eyes, which could not be said to be delicate, but there was a special charm, so that people could not remove their eyes from his pupils when they saw him at the first sight, Canglan saw that his legs were weak at the first glance and almost knelt down, Yan Qing supported him in time, and looked at Canglan's face slowly becoming solemn with a strange expression.

tried his best to control his body without trembling, but his tone was still a little afraid and trembling: "The eyes are full of stars, and the heart is full of life, yes...... The heir of the prince, and only the Imperial Family can have such a great deterrent and suppressive power at this age, and he is a naturally awakened royal bloodline, those two dragon horns, the prince was also activated not long ago, it seems that he activated his own God of War blood, and his son also activated the blood of the God of War, and ...... Maybe even stronger!"

The old men saw the little head outside the door, their eyes were round, and then they waved to the little guy outside the door with a smile: "Zihan, you're out of class, come here, your father is back!"

The stumbling Yan Zihan ran in from outside the door, one accidentally fell to the ground, the books in his arms were scattered all over the ground, and the bruises under the long sleeves were taken into the eyes of several people, the cold current in Wumeng Mansion increased suddenly, and the cold and piercing murderous aura licked the hard edges and corners of Wumeng Mansion.

"Zihan, tell the third grandfather, who bullied you again. The old man called the third grandfather threw the broom on the ground, a soft sword slipped from his sleeve like a poisonous snake, and was firmly grasped in his hand, the joints on the thin fingers were dead white, the blue-black blood vessels were undoubtedly prominent, and gusts of yin wind erupted from behind him, as if the gate of the underworld was hidden behind him.

Yan Zihan looked at a few old people, his little face wrinkled, as if he was frightened by them: "Mother said that you are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the school palace, grandpa, it is already a great thing that Mr. allows me to study in the school palace, you are not allowed to bully Mr., they have Mr. discipline, grandpa, you are not allowed to care!"

Several old men sighed helplessly: "Your mother...... What a stubborn woman, no one in Dala would dare to bully you like that. Did you get into a fight, how could you get so hurt?" The old people hugged Yan Zihan, lifted his shirt and looked at the bruises and sighed again and again, Lan Mengyao did not allow them to interfere in Yan Zihan's school palace life, it was nothing more than afraid that they would bring those rivers and lakes habits to him, but one day Yan Zihan would always return to Wumeng Mansion with a piece of scars, which made them angry and powerless, the school palace as the highest educational institution in the capital did not allow them to destroy the teaching order, the four old gentlemen who had been sitting in the school palace for a long time have raised a righteous spirit to the extreme, although they are in a similar realm, but it is always impossible for people in the demon path to confront the gentleman who has the spirit of Haoran。

"Hmph! They are so rude, they dare to insult my mother, I definitely can't swallow my anger like before, Mr. said to spit on himself, but Mr. also said that he can't bear it, no need to endure it anymore!" Yan Zi waved his small fist coldly, the starlight in his eyes was sheng, and only the dragon clan could sense the dragon clan's coercion shook violently, Yan Qing and Canglan's legs trembled, and they almost knelt on the ground.

"Squeak~" The door of the central hall of Wumeng Mansion was suddenly pushed open, and the disheveled and disheveled hair walked out slowly, staring at Yan Zihan with heavy and tyrannical eyes, and the spiritual power boiling like a volcano that was about to erupt like a crazy roar, step by step towards everyone.

"The boy really looks like me, tell me, what do those little cubs say about your mother?" said without regretting the gentle opening of the mouth, and naturally took Yan Zihan from the old man's hand and hugged him in his arms, looking up at the starry eyes.

"Uncle, who are you?" Yan Zihan writhed uneasily, being held by a stranger made him instinctively resist, but a certain familiar aura made him want to get closer without regrets.

He smiled without regret, looking at Yan Zihan who was at a loss, a feeling that he had never felt crazy and rushed into his senses and body, like a blazing wave washing over his whole body, he was satisfied and proud, he was happy and joyful, although the love of children was not suitable for asking for immortals, but he didn't feel wrong, how good?

"I, I'm your father. Without regret laughing, a strong heat wave rushed out of his body, wrapping him and Yan Zihan, forming a barrier, the blood of the god of war swept through the meridians, and actually broke through the limitations of the body, and the blood of the god of war in Yan Zihan's body was intertwined, Yan Zihan looked at the handsome face in a daze, his brain was blank, the long hair of the shawl turned from the root of the hair into a pure crystal magnificent blood red, the black eyes turned into blue gold, and the stars were imprinted on the bottom of the eyes, like an imprint.

Yan Zihan's breath began to skyrocket, strengthening the body, refining bones, nourishing veins, forging souls, and the four realms of mortal womb reached the state of great perfection almost instantly.

"What happened to your mother, who are they?" The unrepentant voice seemed to carry an indescribable magic, low and magnetic, tempting Yan Zihan to speak.

Yan Zihan was slightly distracted and said: "Bai Jie of the White Tiger Mansion and Ni Qingyi of the Qinglong Mansion, they say that our Wumeng Mansion is not qualified to be called the government side by side with their four mansions and the Hades Mansion, they say that I am a wild child without a father, they say, say that my mother steals men!" After the last sentence was finished, Yan Zihan cried "wow", fell on his shoulders without regrets, and tears broke the embankment: "Zihan is not a wild child, Zihan's father is Yan Tiannan, a big hero! Zihan's mother is the best woman in the world, she can't be what they say!"

"Sleep, sleep, don't cry, tomorrow Dad will dismantle the school palace and give you anger. Without regret, patting Yan Zihan's little head, a little spiritual power poured into Yan Zihan's body, calming his mood until he slowly fell asleep.

Lan Mengyao looked pale and did not regret it: "Tiannan, calm down, just say it, it's not a big deal." ”

"Third uncle, send Zihan to rest, I will go to the school palace to drink tea tomorrow morning, the bottleneck is loosened, and it is estimated that there will be a breakthrough tonight." Without regret, the old man nodded, took Zi Han, and slowly walked towards the house behind the main hall.

"It's good to be a child, but you have to be careful when people are terrible, and you can't spit out ivory in your mouth at a young age, but you don't learn it yourself. He said to Lan Mengyao without regret, her cold face softened a little, she was not by her side, and she didn't know what she had experienced, but how strong a woman had to be to be so unfazed, she wasn't like this before.

"......"

"The White Tiger Meteor Mansion and the Hades Mansion have always had old grudges, and the two White Tigers have never had a dispute in the middle, but Qinglong Island ...... It seems that he has an opinion about our Wumeng Mansion. "Don't regret it" hehe" sneered: "Lao Tzu is back, there is no need to keep the cow ghost snake god who should clean up, four uncles and five uncles, this is Canglan, this is Yanqing, please arrange two rooms for them, they will live in Wumeng Mansion in the future, it is getting late, let's rest!"

The other two old men responded, took Canglan and Yanqing to the rear house, and did not regret picking up Lan Mengyao horizontally and walking towards the main hall, the main hall is divided into three floors, the first floor is a reception, the second floor is office, and the third floor is living, where Wumeng Blood Feather and Demon Knife live.

Walking up the stairs, Lan Mengyao buried deep in her neck and breathed the familiar faint blood and cold aura, and her fragile psychological defense line collapsed, sobbing softly.

"I've suffered you all these years, I went to Qingzhou with Luo Hu, and now I'm the only one back, the king of the underworld almost picked off my skin, I'm back, you don't have to worry about it, I'm here." He comforted softly, but Lan Mengyao hugged his shoulders and shrugged more and more violently, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances over the years.

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