The man with clear eyebrows and dusty eyes lowered his eyes, looking at the little cub who fell in front of him, and his good-looking brows frowned slightly.

It seems that he thinks of something and unfolds in an instant, his expression is soft, and his eyes are dark and waveless.

Xiao Yanbao didn't care about seeing what she bumped into first, but hurriedly checked the two brothers who were taken by her and fell to the ground.

"How about the three-pot pot and the five-pot pot?"

Seeing that the two brothers didn't speak, Xiao Yanbao added another sentence.

"Did you break it?"

Wind Sanlie got up from the snow.

"I ...... It's okay. ”

Feng Xiaowu was not to be left behind, although the palm of his hand was hot and painful.

But Xiao Yanbao seems to fall even worse than him.

"I'm fine, Yanbao, what about you?"

Feng Sanlie was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that Yan Bao also fell.

"By the way, Yanbao, how are you? Did you hit somewhere? ”

Xiao Yanbao laughed.

"It's okay, it's okay, three pots and five pots, Yanbao is fine. You're all right, you're all right. ”

The man spoke in a low voice.

"But, I have something."

The three little ones looked up in unison.

Open at the same time.

"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"

As soon as the three little guys finished asking, Xiao Yanbao, who had just raised his head in the middle, was suddenly scooped up by the man.

Feng Sanlie and Feng Xiaowu were stunned, and they came to their senses and whined twice.

"Let go of the word!"

"Let go of our sister!"

The man hugged Xiao Yanbao with one hand, and then waved the moon white sleeve robe.

Feng Sanlie and Feng Xiaowu, who rushed towards him, had already reached the big tree three meters away.

The man's thin lips opened lightly.

"Definitely!"

The voice is cold and soft, but there is a hint of coldness.

Under the big tree three meters away, Feng Sanlie and Feng Xiaowu struggled violently, but found that they couldn't break free.

"You ......"

The man didn't give them half of his eyes, but when the robe flew, a silence charm suddenly lit up in the night, and then dissipated into ashes, which was blown away by the cold wind in the mountains.

Feng Sanlie and Feng Xiaowu shouted.

only to find that they shouted through their throats, but still couldn't make a sound.

Feng Sanlie and Feng Xiaowu: "......"

Not only is this thing more beautiful than a woman, but it's also a thief.

Yanbao is still in his hands.

But they couldn't move, they couldn't shout.

The brothers burst into tears.

Xiao Yanbao, who was held by the man with one hand, stared at the man carefully, and then whimpered, and a pair of small short hands tightly wrapped around the man's neck.

"Daddy~"

"It's Daddy~"

The little guy shouted excitedly, and his tears flowed.

The moment Ji Wuchen saw Xiao Yanbao's face, he directly hugged the little guy.

This little face is too much like his Awan.

I didn't expect the little guy to be so smart.

Recognized him as Daddy at a glance.

Layers of smiles rippled in Ji Wuchen's eyes, and his cold and cold voice became extraordinarily gentle.

"Yes, it's Daddy."

looked at Xiao Yanbao and shed tears.

Ji Wuchen was particularly distressed.

He hugged the little one in his arms and coaxed her with the gentlest voice.

"You must be called Yanbao, right?"

Xiao Yanbao puffed out his cheeks, his eyes were red, and he nodded.

Ji Wuchen's heart is about to melt.

"Yanbao doesn't cry, it's because Daddy is not good, Daddy is late."

Xiao Yanbao cried even harder.

Woohoo woohoo.

Tears fell down her cheeks like beads of broken thread.

Ji Wuchen hurriedly stretched out his hand and blocked her clothes with a wide-sleeved robe, so that the little guy's clothes would not be soaked with tears.

"Yanbao doesn't cry, Daddy is here, Daddy will accompany you two in the future, and you won't go anywhere."

The rotten Ji family, he won't take another look.

It's okay not to mention A-Niang.

A mention of A-Niang.

Xiao Yanbao cried even harder.

Originally, it was a whining cry.

Now it turned into a wah-wah cry.

"Wow wow...... Daddy...... Where have you been, whoa, whoa...... Why don't you come back sooner, wow wow wow ......"

"A-Niang...... A-Niang was beaten to death by her bad mother-in-law...... Wow wow wow......"

"Yanbao doesn't have a mother anymore......"

Ji Wuchen thought he had misheard.

"Yanbao, what are you talking about?"

Xiao Yanbao cried at the top of his throat.

Crying more than ever.

All presumptuous.

Even cried out of the snot bubbles.

Ji Wuchen looked at it, and hurriedly took out a paddle to wipe her face.

Then he softened his voice and asked her gently.

"Yanbao, you said you are a mother...... What's wrong? ”

He must have misheard.

Ah Wan is so powerful, she is the high priest of Tianshu City, how can she die?

Xiao Yanbao wept.

cried so much that Ji Wuchen's heart was about to break.

"Yanbao, where is your aunt?"

"Yanbao, don't scare Daddy."

Xiao Yanbao's little face was on Ji Wuchen's chest, crying breathlessly.

"Daddy...... The bad mother-in-law beat A-Niang to death, and A-Niang died......"

Ji Wuchen: "......"

Ji Wuchen subconsciously denied it.

"It can't be!"

Xiao Yanbao whined and cried, stumbling and speaking.

"Daddy, I held a funeral for my mother, my mother...... A-Niang lying on the ...... In the coffin. ”

Ji Wuchen: "......"

Ji Wuchen stumbled under his feet, if it weren't for a big tree behind him, he was afraid that he would have fallen to the ground with Xiao Yanbao in his arms.

Ji Wuchen denied it again.

"Impossible! Yanbao, your aunt is very powerful, looking at the four countries of Kyushu, there is no opponent. ”

Xiao Yanbao burst into tears.

The little milk voice has a thick crying tone.

"A-Niang...... It's greasy. If it weren't for A-Niang...... Yanbao ...... early It's been buried in the coffin for a long time. But the bad mother-in-law is too ...... It's too bad, A-Niang is not in good health and can't be beaten so ...... Multi-board ...... Woowoo woo ......"

Ji Wuchen: "......"

Ji Wuchen suddenly asked Xiao Yanbao.

"Yanbao, your aunt's name is Ji Yunwan?"

Xiao Yanbao blinked her big teary eyes and pursed her small mouth and nodded heavily.

"Hmm~"

Ji Wuchen suppressed the anger in his heart that was almost bursting through his chest, and asked slowly.

"Yanbao, do you know that your aunt is the high priest of Tianshu City?"

Xiao Yanbao shook his head and nodded again.

"Aunt Bad Ghost said that Yanbao has the blood of the High Priest of Tianshu City on his body, but A-Niang ...... I never told Yan Bao that she was the high priest of Tianshu City. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Yanbao quickly added while crying.

"A-Niang said that she forgot a lot of things, how can she ...... All...... Can't remember. ”

Ji Wuchen's eyes showed a little stunned.

"How could she ...... Forgot a lot of things? She...... Don't remember Daddy either? ”

Xiao Yanbao nodded quickly.

"If Ah Niang still remembers her father, how could she enter Gu Xiang's mansion with Yanbao to be a concubine for the bad father."

The last thread in Ji Wuchen's heart suddenly broke.

Xiao Yanbao noticed the wanton anger around his father, and his big eyes widened.

"Daddy...... You ......"

Ji Wuchen held Xiao Yanbao in one hand, and the biting cold wind seemed to be afraid of the surging anger around him, so he naturally avoided it.

His eyebrows and eyes were stained with layers of cold, and the tails of his naturally raised eyes were a little more red.

"Yanbao, take your father to find your mother."

Xiao Yanbao nodded.

When she was about to leave after being hugged by her father, Xiao Yanbao suddenly remembered that she didn't come alone.

"Daddy, wait, there's a three-pot pot and a five-pot pot."

Ji Wuchen waved his sleeves, couldn't move, couldn't cry, couldn't cry, Feng Sanlie and Feng Xiaowu suddenly opened their mouths.

"Words and treasures!"

Ji Wuchen said coldly.

"White bones and black bones, look after them!"

After Ji Wuchen finished speaking, he disappeared into the thick night with Xiao Yanbao in his arms.

The white bones and black bones that had escaped before appeared in front of Feng Sanlie and Feng Xiaowu like ghosts.

Feng Sanlie and Feng Xiaowu: "......"