"It's so pretty! Like me! ”

The red cloth glanced at the Dragon King angrily, and pointed at his forehead with a white finger, "Take a good look, where is it like you?" Obviously like my son, okay? ”

Her son is not like her, he is very much like her master. Her appearance followed her biological father, so she learned her identity at the time of that catastrophe.

The dragon king looked at the little doll who hadn't opened his eyes yet, with a charming smile on the corner of his mouth. The facial features of upside-down beings are similar to Ao Zhen's temperament, but they are not as bewitching as Ao Zhen.

"No matter who he looks like, he's not my own grandson." The more the dragon king looked, the more proud he became, and the more he looked at it, the more he wanted to hug the child.

He didn't have many women in his life, only two, and his sons happened to be only two. When the dragon prince became an adult, he was married, but he never had children. This is a shortcoming for him.

Ao Zhen is precocious, handsome and dusty, but not close to women.

The little hope he had of hugging his grandson was already slim, if it weren't for Ao Zhen's divine stroke, how could he experience the joy of being a grandfather.

"Yo, look at his little mouth, it's so small." The dragon king has never seen a child since he was a child, and he has never seen a child in human form.

This is the first time I have seen it, and I am very excited, not to mention that this is his own grandson.

"It's good to grow up." Red-clothed also looked at the little baby greedily.

"The child is so young, could it be that he can't cultivate because he just follows Ranran, right?" As he spoke, the dragon king suddenly thought of a very important question, and accidentally said it.

Hongyi's heart chuckled, "If you don't say it, I'm ignoring this issue." ”

What Ao Zhen was left was a child with dragon horns, with a long white tail up to his waist, which lasted for a while. Later, he was covered in golden scales and shone with a demonic white light. In the end, the golden scales were condensed into golden eyes by him, and the white scales became the silver hair on his head, and he was a simple person after the transformation.

He had met countless eminent monks, and none of them recognized him as he was, unless he wanted to be seen.

Now that his child didn't even have the slightest feature of him, the Dragon King and the Red Cloth were nervous.

Could it be that they still want to force Ao Zhen to pamper the women of the same clan?

The female dragon of Dragon Valley must be loveless, but the red-clothed clan doesn't exist at all!

The Dragon King had a headache.

Hongyi also had a headache.

The little guy lying next to Ran Ran was not in good spirits because he was born prematurely, and seeing that he was so knowledgeable, Ao Zhen didn't show him a face. The little one lay beside Ranran, sleeping soundly, without the slightest anxiety in his arms.

Ao Zhen was sure that Ranran's body was recovering at an extremely slow pace, and finally let go of his hanging heart.

He stared at the little guy without flinching, except for the hug he had given him before, he didn't even look at him or touch him.

At this moment, looking at the little person who looked like himself, a mysterious feeling rose in his heart, which could be explained as a blood connection.

He pursed the corners of his mouth and stared at the child, looking at his little mouth, and there was a hint of softness in his cold eyes.

Maybe he didn't quite understand his father's definition and had countless rejections for this sudden child, but none of this could hide his mood at the moment.

The blood relationship is so wonderful, mysterious and mysterious.