No matter when, no matter where, no matter what Emperor Qianji becomes, the doting on her in those eyes is the same as always, and it has not changed in the slightest.

In any case, Di Qianji couldn't see that she was unhappy at all, even if he couldn't remember what was going on between them at all.

Everything he did, however, was to follow his heart-

In his heart, the phoenix is always in the first place, and it has never changed.

"Kill, why do two people who obviously love each other have to go through so many tribulations? Why, obviously love each other so much, but will forget-" Huang Qingwan is really hurting now, in front of her are her biological parents, these are parents with real blood bonds, and she can't do anything to either side.

Even if it is a red-haired Fuso, the body he occupies is a silver-haired Fuso.

Huang took a deep breath, although it was very unpleasant in his heart, but at this time, he mobilized the spiritual power of his body to the most powerful realm.

Here, there is no doubt that her realm is the lowest, but it is only the realm of a second-order saint cultivator, her parents, one is a god, the other is about to become a god, and the other is a random one, all of which are rhythms that can destroy most of the purple microstars.

"Babbling-" The little prince seemed to be aware of Huang Qingwan's emotions, originally hanging on Emperor Qian's body like an octopus, but now, he ran from Emperor Qianji's arms to Huang Qingwan's arms, and his fleshy little hands hugged her arms tightly, as if he didn't want her to make a move.

Even he could see that his mother would not be the opponent of the red-haired man.

Hey, no, if those two people are the parents of his mother, then isn't it, one is his grandmother, and the other is his grandfather?

"Wow-" The little prince couldn't help but cry when he thought of his grandmother and grandfather drawing their swords against each other like this.

Even if the person who is pulling out the sword now is the red-haired Fusang, the person that the little prince believes in his heart is Fusang, and he can't hate the red-haired Fusang.

As soon as the little prince cried, he was startled by Huang Qingwan and Emperor Qianji, thinking that something had happened to him.

Huang Qingwan has never seen her second dog howl like this, even if she can only barely solve the problem of food and clothing for the second dog before, she has never seen the second dog so sad.

"Isn't it scared?" Huang Qingwan suddenly became nervous, her second dog is only one year old, no matter how you say it, she is just a baby, and now she will inevitably be frightened when she sees such a scene.

It was only at this time that Huang Qingwan remembered that her son was still so young, and it was estimated that on weekdays, Ergou was completely regarded as a creature with a super high IQ.

"Good son." Emperor Qianji couldn't stand it anymore, stretched out his hand and hugged the little prince, shaking and shaking in his arms, even if he didn't remember that he had such a son at all, when he saw the little prince crying, he was inexplicably distressed, as if someone was pricking him with a needle, and his whole body immediately flashed a gorgeous aura of fatherly love.

Xiao Mo on the other side also noticed the situation on their side, in fact, she didn't want to fight with the red-haired Fusang, and resurrected for a moment with the help of the power of the Laurel Scepter, she just wanted to talk to her Xiao Mo as a mother.

Even if it was just one sentence, she was satisfied.