The patriarch's brows furrowed violently, his heart trembled, and after a moment of silence, he opened his mouth unspeakably: "Ji'er..."

Trolling Shadow's pupils tightened instantly, and looking at the patriarch's silence, he sneered: "What was your name just now?"

"This blood, this blood is Ji'er's, isn't it?"

Trolling frowned, and after a while, he spoke, "You don't deserve to call her that." ”

The excited joy on the patriarch's face faded and became heavy, and he didn't know how long he was silent before he spoke: "You just have to tell me if this blood is hers." ”

"That's right. Trolley replied calmly.

The patriarch stepped back sharply, muttering in a low voice: "Sure enough, sure enough, it's her blood, her blood is different from others, and sure enough, I feel it right..."

Half a day later, he jerked up his head and asked, "But how can your hands be stained with her blood? What's wrong with her? Is she in danger?"

Trolling looked at the patriarch's silence, and for a while he couldn't figure it out, in Miaoji's mouth, he was the one who pushed himself into a place of no return, but why did he seem to care about her so much now?

Is it because you don't cherish it in hindsight, or do you want to comfort yourself with it?

The thought fell, and after a little thought, Trolling Shadow spoke: "She's dead." ”

The patriarch opened his eyes suddenly, with a shocked face, and looked at the shadow and shook his head continuously: "Impossible, impossible." ”

"How could it be. He just wanted to test him, but he didn't expect his reaction to be so fierce.

The patriarch was stunned for a long time, and the appearance of the female fox when she was young in her mind lingered for a long time with the eyes at the last moment, and she suddenly came back to her senses: "How did you die?

"Just kidding, I can't kill her, she's a black fox. Although Miu Ji didn't finish the story that day, Trolling always felt that the reason why they had a falling out might be related to Miao's identity.

So when he said this, he deliberately pressed the word "black fox", and then observed his face.

The patriarch's eyes darkened, and the whole person took a step back, his face much paler.

"In a moment's time, I was saved. Trolling then said.

"What?" Patriarch Silent Trace sensed a glimmer of hope, "Really, where is she? Is she okay?"

"I guess right now, everything about her should have nothing to do with you. Trolley said as she surveyed his face again.

The patriarch was stunned for a moment, and only came back to his senses after a long time. yes, she doesn't have anything to do with him anymore, so why is he still asking about this?

"Can you let me go?" asked Trolling in a serious tone.

"How is she doing?" Although he had long understood the so-called truth, he couldn't help but ask.

Trolling frowned, and after a long time, said, "She's not doing well, can you get better?"

"You know everything about us?" asked the patriarch with a bitter smile.

"Half of that. Trolling replied truthfully.

The patriarch nodded silently: "Heh, she is willing to tell you this, which means that you are not ordinary in her heart!"

"We are friends. Trolling said lightly.

"But, if you didn't hurt Ji'er, then, how did this blood come from?" the two returned to their original questions.

"That day, the Eagle clan had an argument with her, she didn't plan to do it, but the Eagle of Silence angered her with her past pain, and in anger it grabbed the Eagle by the neck and wanted to kill her, but the Eagle couldn't die...