"My father?" Wuqi was stunned for a moment, although his mind was still a little confused, but as soon as the word father entered his mind, it was like a thunderbolt that broke through the air, and without hesitation, he simply slashed his body, almost making his spirit become more sober than ever in an instant.

Even the eyes that had just regained their visual strength but were still a little gloomy couldn't help but light up at this moment, and they only heard Wuqi's hoarse voice say.

While speaking, Wuqi's heart was like a surging wave, and countless fleeting thoughts appeared in an instant.

Do I have a father? Didn't Master say that I am an orphan? Orphans also have fathers, so who is my father? Does Perrault know my father?

Except for asking his master a few times when he was a child, Wuqi almost erased the word from his life, after all, it was not his father who had taken care of him since he was a child, but his master Walson. Although Wuqi has never called Worthen a father, in fact, in his heart, he has already regarded the other party as his father.

Therefore, for so many years, Wuqi's life will be less sad, and even his childhood life is very happy.

The years in Wushan were the happiest since he was born. At that time, except for learning some basic abilities that children must master every day, Wuqi spent almost the rest of the time like a little snake, constantly pestering Watson.

Among them, the most happiest and most memorable for Wuqi is that he often peeps at female disciples taking baths with Master Waltson. Although the facilities in Wushan are not good, and the material conditions are much worse than those of the big cities with abundant products, advanced science and technology, and thriving population, Wuqi likes this kind of carefree and happy days.

It was precisely because of his happy childhood that he was able to almost forget about being an orphan. It wasn't until now, when Perrault's "How is your father doing now?" suddenly came out, and Wuqi remembered this thing that he had unknowingly buried deep in his heart for too long.

But he didn't feel sad because of this, but after being stunned for a short five seconds, he turned his head with a puzzled face, looked at Perot blankly, and then slowly took a deep breath, hesitated for about three seconds, and then said with difficulty: "You...... Know my father?"

"Of course. Perrault nodded without thinking, looking at Wuqi's reaction at this time, he was a little puzzled, but just as he was about to continue asking, Wuqi took a step ahead and asked, "Who is he?"

As soon as these words came out, Pero was stunned for a moment, and he fell into a deep silence almost immediately, but his eyes were staring at Wuqi for a moment, as if he was looking for something, and after a full ten seconds, he asked with some doubts: "You don't even know who your father is?"

"Yes. Wuqi nodded without thinking, and at the same time, he didn't wait for Perot to ask again, he was about to answer first, but he was in poor health at this time, and the injuries on his body were too serious, so he involuntarily caused a violent cough, and the moment the sound of "cough cough ......" suddenly appeared, two mouthfuls of blood suddenly spurted out of Wuqi's mouth, fell to the ground, and finally turned into two finger-sized blood flowers.

Seeing that Wuqi's body was weak and about to collapse again, Pero hurriedly pressed one hand on Wuqi's right shoulder, and transmitted the huge energy in his body to Wuqi's body in an extremely gentle way.

As his energy continued to flow, Wuqi, who was almost on the verge of collapse, almost instantaneously felt a warm current gently pouring in from his right shoulder, then flowing through his limbs, mind, and finally into his own muscles and flesh.

Perrault's method naturally couldn't have a jaw-dropping miraculous effect like Wuqi's medical technique, but he was able to temporarily stop Wuqi's injury from worsening, enough to prevent Wuqi's mind from collapsing due to too serious injuries.

"What did you want to say just now?" After three seconds, Perrault's complexion finally stopped getting worse, but became slightly more stable, and suddenly asked softly.

"Answer the questions in your mind. Hearing this, he immediately replied slowly, his voice at this time was extremely slight, but it was obviously much more stable than before, "Master raised me single-handedly. I am an orphan. It seems that you know who my father is, so please tell me. ”,

As long as people want to know who their biological father is, even if it's just an orphan, Wuqi is the same, he wants to know Lu Dao just to know where his bloodline comes from, what his father's name is, and what his surname is.

The reason is simple, because he has no surname, only a first name. However, these are only questions raised by Wuqi after he deduced that his father should have died, otherwise he would never have raised them, because he couldn't forgive his father for being cruel and would abandon him after he was born.

Of course, he actually wanted to ask who his mother was, but it was impossible for Wuqi to blurt out all the questions in his heart in one breath like a shrew, and his physical condition at this time did not allow him to say too much, because this would make him have the possibility of dying again.

The feeling of death was so terrifying that Wuqi really didn't want to experience the horror that was enough to make his soul tremble again in such a short period of time, so he just silently pressed all these follow-up questions back to the bottom of his heart, and asked the question he wanted to know the most at this time.

After the words sounded, Wuqi's expression was very calm, although his face was still pale without a trace of blood, but it was obvious that his aura had stabilized under the adjustment of Pero's energy like a warm current.

But after Perrot heard this, his expression was not calm at all, and his heart could not be calm. After staring at Wuqi for three seconds, he seemed to have suddenly suffered some huge blow, and asked unexpectedly, "Don't even your master know who your father is?"

Seeing Wuqi shaking his head again, a trace of doubt suddenly rose in Perrault's heart again, and he said in his heart: Why is this kid an orphan?

With Qingchengzi's strength, isn't it enough to protect his own children? His strength back then was not weaker than I am now, could it be that when this kid was born, Qingchengzi was already dead? No. It shouldn't be possible for him to die, but what is it for?

There are no answers to these questions, and there are only one or two questions, but Perrault can't imagine that the more he thinks about this question that suddenly arises from the bottom of his heart, the more he thinks about it, and the more he thinks about it, the more strange he feels.

So, Perrault didn't rush to speak, but stared at Wuqi's face, as if looking for evidence on Wuqi's face that was enough to verify his inner guess, and kept looking up and down, left and right, and looked at it silently for about three seconds, and then he nodded slowly, and his heart was relieved.

I said to myself: That's right. These eyes are exactly the same as Qingchengzi. If it weren't for his children, the eyes would never have grown like this.

"You are a child of Qingchengzi. That is, my children. In other words, you can call me a godfather. Your father and I were good brothers back then. After another three seconds, Perot finally gave an answer, only to hear him speak slowly, at the same time, at this moment, Perot's gaze was no longer calm, but suddenly became very gentle, and even the tone of his voice became extremely cordial.

As soon as these words came out, the members of the Breaking Group were stunned for a moment, and even Balk and the others in the distance opened their mouths wide, although none of them opened their mouths at this moment to make even a trace of sound, but their hearts seemed to be swallowed up by the stormy waves, and they were shocked and difficult to add, and they couldn't say a word for a while.

This Pei Luo, whose strength is enough to be on par with the Sword Saint and the Dou Sheng, and may even be stronger than the Sword Saint and the Dou Sheng, the fat man who has always had a very friendly smile on his face, but is actually a ruthless heart, is actually a godfather who is unusual?

The devil who killed mercilessly just now, and whose strength was so strong that no one could shake it, suddenly changed his position and stood on their side all of a sudden?

It's crazy, it's too much to accept.

Including Wuqi himself, everyone was boiling at this moment.

Of course, this was not boiling on the surface, and everyone did not express any cheers, or even dance movements, because they suddenly became a strong man at the peak of the sacred realm, but they were very silent, but under the silent appearance, everyone's hearts seemed to be suddenly ignited by a fire, and they became extremely crazy. ,

However, Wuqi is still the most sober person, although his eyes also flashed with madness, and even because he heard that the other party and his father used to be the best brothers, a trace of excitement never appeared in his heart. But it was only for a moment, and the next moment, the madness in his eyes flashed like a meteor strikingly across the sky.

Eventually, his face was replaced by a thick look of vigilance.

"What you said is true?" Wuqi asked cautiously after pondering for a full ten seconds.

"Of course. Seeing that Wuqi didn't believe him, Perot's face suddenly became a little annoyed, and he asked angrily: "Is it necessary for me to lie to you? If I want to lie to you, I might as well kill you directly." Do you think it's easier for me to kill you outright, or to risk the death of countless brain cells and deliberately set a trap for you to jump in?"

Being able to say this proves Perrault's openness, and there is no flaw in his words, so Wuqi just thought about it in his mind for a moment before agreeing with the other party. And not only that, while he believed Perrault, he even had a faint look of apology on his face, as if he really apologized for his previous suspicions.

Pero naturally couldn't have the same knowledge as Wuqi, a young man who had not yet reached adulthood, and besides, the other party was still his godson, so he would only be happy in his heart, so he didn't say anything to Wuqi, shook his head with a smile, and then glanced at everyone softly, and said with a smile: "Since you are all friends of my godson, I will naturally not kill you." Rest assured. ”

I have to say that Perrault's words are still very deterrent. At least before he said this, except for Wu Qi, everyone's hearts seemed to be pressing a boulder at the same time, so depressed that they almost suffocated, and no matter how calm their faces were, they couldn't hide it perfectly.

But now, when Perrault's words suddenly came out, the boulder in everyone's hearts suddenly disappeared. At the same time, the group led by Nakorulu and the three led by Balk were all at this moment, and they all took a deep breath, and then exhaled a long breath, feeling extremely relaxed in their hearts.

However, Wuqi was relaxed in his heart, and suddenly thought of another question, so he subconsciously asked softly: "What are ......you doing?" But as soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly felt that he was too unaccustomed to this sudden change of title, so he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and then changed his head and asked, "Can I call you that way?"

As long as you are sure that the other party is really Qingchengzi's child and his godson, this is enough, and the name is not important. That's what Perrault thought in his heart, so he immediately smiled, and the extremely friendly smile appeared on his face again, gently patted Wuqi's shoulder, and said, "It's okay." You can just call me by my name. Call it or whatever, I don't care about that. ”

"Yes. Perot was able to agree to his request so easily, and Wuqi suddenly felt a heartfelt respect for Perot in his heart, and even a knowing smile appeared on his face.

After a second, Wuqi immediately nodded with a smile, then no longer hesitated, turned the conversation back to the original topic, and said softly: "Then I'll call you Fat Uncle." Fat uncle, I have a question I can't figure out right now. Why did you hear it before, I heard about you from the Thousand Faces and came here to look for you, and the reaction would be so fierce?"

"Hmph! I'm angry!" Perrault was still smiling, but as soon as Wuqi's words landed, his complexion changed immediately, and at the same time, even his facial features were instantly distorted together. After a sudden angry snort from the tip of his nose, Pero suddenly scolded angrily.