616 Son of King Fu

Shangguan Tianjue glanced at the veiled woman who appeared not far from him and the child she was holding in her arms, he always felt familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had met. Great literature

"Dugu Island Master, who is this woman? Why is it difficult to be masked, what is not to be seen? Tianjue turned his face and asked Dugu Xue, who was sitting as steady as Mount Tai on the side.

Dugu Xue didn't answer Tianjue's question head-on, "Immeasurable Tianzun, Yun'er took off her veil and let the Shangguan Gang Master take a good look." Duguxue deliberately dragged out her voice.

Facing the serious expression on Dugu Xue's face, Shangguan Tianjue immediately became vigilant, and said in his heart, Is it possible that I really know this woman? He focused his gaze on the woman. Great literature

Dugu Yun'er agreed, and then reached out and slowly took off the veil on the woman's face, the moment her true face was revealed, she was shocked by Shangguan Tianjue's cold sweat, although it had been almost a year, and she and this woman were born not long ago, but the moment the veil was lifted, a silent Shangguan Tianjue could no longer calm down.

The veil was taken off, and I saw that this woman was about twenty years old, with a scar on her face, although the scar was very deep, but it still couldn't cover her skin like coagulated fat, delicate nose, red lips and white teeth, and her watery eyes and two curved willow eyebrows were still so beautiful, if it weren't for the scar on this face, she was definitely a beauty embryo, but the scar on this face was not born, but thought to be caused by destruction.

In the face of this woman, how could Tianjue not be surprised? How could he still sit still?

"Dugu Island Master, how can Liu Er be on Dugu Island?" Shangguan Tianjue's face was incredible, that's right, the woman standing in front of him was Liu Er, the woman who looked like Ximen Ruoxuan, the woman who was framed by Luoxia and designed to frame Wanruo, she was the stand-in for Xuanxuan who Ximen Donghai took to dedicate to King Fu, it was because of her appearance that King Fu and the warmth that had just been ignited were destroyed little by little, because of her appearance, King Fu ignored Wanruo, thus leading to a series of things that happened later. Great literature

Shangguan Tianjue thought that Liu'er was driven out of the capital and disfigured, and she should not be able to survive, but she actually stood in front of her so alive, and she was still holding a delicate and beautiful baby in her arms.

Dugu Xue looked surprised at Tianjue, and she coughed lightly; Then a serious way; "She was saved by Poor Dao when she traveled the world, at first she refused to say her life experience, until the child was about to be born, she told Poor Dao the truth, so Poor Dao wrote a letter to Shangguan Gang Master, because the matter is more special, so Poor Dao was not able to reveal in the letter, this child is a thousand years old, he is a dragon species, so Poor Dao is invited by Shangguan Gang Master to see how to settle their mother and son?"

Shangguan Tianjue's mind was blank for a while, he deliberately didn't look at Liu'er's mother and son, his brain was spinning rapidly, he didn't know how to deal with it, because this matter was not trivial.

"Liu'er; Are you sure the child is a thousand years old? Tianjue's fierce eyes stared at Liu Er like a knife, he asked expressionlessly, he knew that pretending to be a dragon was a capital crime, Liu Er should not dare to do this, but he still asked this question that seemed a little stupid to him.

Liu Er nodded heavily; "Shangguan Guard, this child is indeed a thousand years old, if you don't believe it, you can take a little of his blood and take it to the palace to confess with a thousand years of blood, and a thousand years old has a black birthmark on his shoulder, and this child also has it." Although Liu Er lowered her head, her tone was so firm.

Liu Er said so conclusively, Tianjue also understands that this matter is not far from ten.

A wisp of melancholy quietly climbed up to the face of the sky,