In a trance, it was all the grievances in the past, and it was difficult to extricate myself for a while, until the eyebrows suddenly jumped up. Xiling Niancheng remembered something, and flew towards the crowd of fighting.

Xiling Niancheng from a distance saw that Nangong Jun did not have a sword to stab at Xiling Fuqian, and Xiling Niancheng wanted to rush over again, it was too late. I saw that the scene changed, and the vast snow realm was restored. Xiling Niancheng knew that his father's body recovered a little that day, so he cast an illusion to make this clear appearance on the Confusion Peak, and now, this illusion is no more, Xiling Niancheng suddenly wanted to cry sadly.

Flying forward, he hugged his fallen father in his arms, and the blood was in front of him, reflecting the snow, red, white and white, very dazzling. "Cheng'er, Daddy, Daddy protects you, can't protect you

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