The man is high above and looks down on all beings.

His face was too far away to be seen, riding a white tiger with the word king at the head, his vigorous figure was high in the air, and his hair was not messy at all.

In the mouth of the white tiger, there is a person in his mouth, looking at the figure, it is undoubtedly a child, and his hands and feet are weak and naturally hangs down, if it were not for the shallow and regular breathing, he would almost be mistaken for dead.

Under one person and one tiger, it is a sandwich road that cannot be opened by a husband and a wife, winding forward, unable to see the road ahead, let alone the end.

"Could it be that Benjun is so narrow-minded? Can't even accommodate a yellow-mouthed child? He muttered to himself, his tone was gentle, his expression was gentle, but his eyes were shining, eager to peek through the fog below.

"Hehe, even so, let their father and son reunite, she can rest assured, put it in the hands of her husband, and she will not treat him lightly." He patted the white tiger's head, the white tiger under him seemed to be a little uncomfortable, his golden eyes flashed with humiliation, and finally he lowered his arrogant head, obeyed his instructions, and ran into the air.

A long white mist shadow was dragged out of the sky, and it rushed straight into the desperate ancient road, disappearing, and the crisp sound of the bell jingled and the aftertaste was long.

"What about people? What about you guys?! Qin Zhiqing's delicate and beautiful face was a little distorted, and her anger and panic were stirred, and her mind was in turmoil.

The two maids silently took two steps back and knelt down neatly, leaving her with only two black hairs.

"Speak! You're not dumb! I'll let you speak! Qin Zhiqing went berserk, and this completely deferential attitude confirmed the bad speculation that appeared in her heart.

"Taken away." The two maids said in unison.

It is self-evident who was taken away.

Mrs. Qin was favored by the Immortal Monarch, and even when the Immortal Monarch was immaculate, she took charge of the affairs of the Immortal Palace and issued regulations, and she did everything she could.

It can be said that it is under one person.

Able to silently take her child away right under her nose. There is only one person, and only one person can do it.

"It's Xianjun......" his body softened, and he silently shed two lines of tears.

The two kneeling men lowered their heads.

Staggering away, she didn't know how she walked back, and there was a series of crisp laughter in her ears, and the child with pigtails was crawling on the back of the fire unicorn, the latter slowed down and turned in circles, and the slight undulation made the child on his back happy and extremely happy.

The little face was flushed. The eyes are smiling into a slit.

"Huo'er, a little faster, a little faster." Xiao'er urged, not satisfied with the current speed, but the fire qilin under him was full of spirituality. I didn't dare to obey my fate, and only took a slight step forward. After a few moments, it slowed down again. Back and forth, back and forth.

This scene overflowing with happiness inexplicably pierced Qin Zhiqing's heart.

The fire unicorn saw its master and ran towards her.

Suddenly, Qin Zhiqing picked up the child above, and the movement was slightly bigger. It hurt him.

"Mother, mother......" The child is the most sensitive, and he senses that there is something wrong with holding his mother, and he struggles vigorously. I want to see what my mother looks like at this time.

But his mother did not relax, but hugged him tighter.

"You're hurting him." A faint voice came from behind him abruptly.

Qin Zhiqing froze, and instantly softened, as if the strength just now was an illusion.

The person behind her crossed her and naturally took the child out of her arms.

"Jingle Bell"

The bell rings.

Qin Zhiqing trembled and suddenly returned to her soul.

Raise your eyes, smile lightly, bright and beautiful.

"I regret not knowing where to go, I'm a little worried and anxious." She knew that he wouldn't kill him, and this man liked to show off his gentleness and affection the most.

"Benjun knows that you have a motherly heart," he said softly, "but I don't regret that I am still young, and I don't know this." "Still blame her for hurting his precious son.

"Baby, come to my mother, let my mother see, did it hurt you just now?" Qin Zhiqing stretched out her hand and spoke softly, the tenderness in her eyes was full of pity.

Qin Buregret turned his head to look at her, and a big smile bloomed, "Mother hug, don't regret and don't hurt." ”

Shun Lì took the child from the man's hand, Qin Zhiqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the soft child in her arms seemed to be able to give her strength and instantly soothe her flustered mind.

"That boy doesn't look like you, but like his father." He reached out and took her in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "We already have no regrets, let the child return to his father, father and son are constantly cut by nature, if you insist on going your own way, I am afraid that the child will grow up to blame you for being ruthless......"

"Immortal Monarch!" Qin Zhiqing snorted lightly, and her face immediately turned pale. He ...... That man is now on the Ancient Path of Desperation! He threw it in with his own hands, and at that time she only felt happy and let out a bad breath.

But she didn't expect that Xianjun would pick up Youregret the next day, and she finally endured him to go out, but found that the child had already been taken away by him, and his whereabouts were unknown.

Now, she knows!

From the man's mouth, he learned that her child, along with his father, had been sent to the place where he was eating.

Fear, bursts of fear.

How could he do that? How can that?!

A monk with a thousand means is not guaranteed to escape from there, let alone a child who is powerless!

This is to give away a life of regret!

It's true that he won't do it himself, but how is it different from killing a child to a land of tigers and wolves?

"It's surnamed Nangong, that Nangong kid is not an ordinary person, Benjun thinks he has a good chance of coming out of there."

It's very likely and it's just possible.

No one dares to guarantee that he will definitely be safe, even if he Nangong Zangfeng's life is fine, but what about the child, he is still so young, he can only rely on the protection of the father who has never been masked, Nangong, will that bastard protect him?

Will you......

Qin Zhiqing could only choose to avoid comforting herself like this.

She would never have expected that her child's father, Qin You's remorseful father, let alone protecting this son, would not even recognize it!

"He looks the same as you." It will be your son.

Xuan Jiu's cold voice pierced the condensed atmosphere.

The two of them were hiding in a mountain wall, and the entrance was blocked by a boulder, completely cutting off the small space from the outside.

The stone room is dark and does not see the light of day, which inevitably leaks the hidden treasures, and even the fire is not burned, and the cold seeps people.

The child huddled in the corner with his knees huddled, trembling, a little thin, with a vegetable face, only a pair of eyes that were amazingly bright, and he kept staring at Nangong Zangfeng.

"I don't know him." Nangong Zangfeng coldly repeated again.

Like a sharp knife, it once again poked heavily at the child's unhealed wound, dripping with blood.

"Sue him, what's your name!" He was a little bored, and a little annoyed by the order.

"Qin has remorse." The child's voice was dull, but unwavering.

For a child who has tasted loneliness alone since he can remember, his name, the only name he has and has a special identifying meaning, is all he has.

"Did you hear that, his surname is Qin, what about me? You won't know what my last name is. Nangong Zangfeng sneered, and he didn't know if it was Xuan Jiu or himself.

There is remorse, the name itself is a shame, how can he recognize it!

Even if the child and he look like they were carved out of the same mold.

Even if he is still young, he can foresee that when he becomes an adult, he will be another "Nangong Zangfeng"!

"You're ridiculous." Xuan Jiu said seriously.

Whatever the reason, isn't it ridiculous that he doesn't even recognize his own son?

If it weren't for his son, he wouldn't have such a big reaction when he wanted to come to Nangong Zangfeng.

"It's ridiculous that you're right, biting me like a mad dog, how does it feel to be thrown into the Desperate Ancient Road?" Nangong Zangfeng sneered.

He hated Xuan Jiu ten out of ten, if he hadn't stumbled, how could they have bumped into that guy and been thrown in together.

What's even more hateful is the child that guy brought behind him, saying that he is his son, do you think he has an iron mouth and steel teeth? He said yes?!

"Not good, not bad." Xuan Jiu was not as angry as Nangong Zangfeng expected.

It doesn't feel good to be thrown in, but this desperate ancient road that imitates the rough construction of the immortal prison doesn't have any "discomfort" for him at all.

If you change to any person, you will live in a place like the Immortal Prison for tens of thousands of years, and you will be used to it like him.

Yes, he has long been used to it.

Even if this mortal prison is very copycat, and it is rough and difficult to see. (To be continued......)

PS: Don't say much, the house will work hard, look at the actual action, the number of words in today's festival is less, everyone understands, tomorrow the house will be ready to rise, Amen, the gods and Buddhas bless me~!