"Good good ·····" Yuan Hongxin laughed angrily, his eyes were full of anger, and he refused to leave Yuan Ming's face. An afterimage flashed in front of Yuan Ming.

This kind of father and a young son are all careful······· I feel very uncomfortable when I feel cold, is such a person a father? Think about how happy I was when I was a child, at least I have a parent who loves me.

Yuan Ming raised his head, glanced at the cold with a very strange look, and looked at Yuan Hongxin without fear.

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do. Yuan Ming is qualified to compete for the position of head of the family, but he is too young after all·······

"Don't panic. A gentle and powerful word came from the top of the hall.

"Family Ancestor!" everyone knelt down together, and a man in white floated to the ground, looking down with a gentle face.

Yuan Hongxin also knelt respectfully in front of the man in white, his head on the ground.

Only Yuan Ming and Han Liang stood upright, without any intention of saluting, which seemed very abrupt among the group of people who knelt down.

When the man in white saw the two, he didn't show any unhappiness, still with a soft smile on his face, letting everyone get up.

"He is the ancestor of our Yuan family, Yuan Zimo. At over 10,000 years old, we don't know how he got to where he is now. Yuan Ming said to Han Liang with his divine sense.

Looks like he's in the prime of life······ I didn't expect it to be so old. Yuan Ming looked at Yuan Zimo's white face, which was not handsome but very attractive, and was resistant in his heart.

The cold gaze never left Yuan Zimo's body, but a layer of cold sweat oozed from his palms. Yuan Zimo's cultivation is the fivefold refining god, which is far lower than the cold, but he saw that what was in Yuan Zimo's body was not internal organs!

Han Liang still pretended not to know anything on the surface, staring at Yuan Zimo indifferently, and Yuan Ming couldn't see through Yuan Zimo, so naturally he wouldn't think of Han Liang's fear.

It wasn't until the dense eyeballs diverted his gaze that Han Liang dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Yuan Hongxin, is this son your own flesh and blood?" Yuan Zimo looked Yuan Ming up and down for a while, and said to Yuan Hongxin in a special gentle voice.

This voice is so gentle that it feels fake.

This man made Han Liang feel the real danger! not from death, but from the fear in his heart.

"Ahh

What's wrong with the coldness? "Cold!" Yuan Ming panicked, and was about to catch up, but his wrist was clamped tightly, and when he looked back, it was the face that was so gentle that it made people shudder.

"If you don't have anything to do with yourself, you are a member of the Yuan family. Yuan Zimo said with a smile.

Yuan Ming wanted to struggle, but found that he couldn't move, so he could only stare at Yuan Zimo unwillingly, and he couldn't speak with a thousand feet of anger in his heart.

"This son is indeed my own flesh and blood, and there is no way to discipline him, and I ask my ancestors to forgive me. Yuan Hongxin's arrogance with his head raised was gone, and he lowered his head and said to Yuan Zimo in fear.

And Han Liang panicked, ran out of Yuanjiabao with the speed of escape, plunged into the Baisan River, and went downstream.

Scattered fragments of memory kept stimulating me, but I couldn't see anything clearly. The more I try to remember, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Washed by the icy cold river, his head instantly calmed down a lot.

What the hell is going on? Han's brain was blank, and he didn't know how far he had been swept away by the river before he slowly climbed ashore.

What memories can't be touched? Han Liang tried to recall, but to no avail, and now, he couldn't remember even a single fragmentary detail. What impressed Han Liang the most was a vague smiling face and a gentle word.

"Do you want to return to the western heavens?" is so mild that it makes the cold feel cold.

Han Liang sat up from the grass with his head covered, his eyes slanted, staring at his wrist incredulously. A line of words appeared on it inexplicably: I didn't think about death, and I only thought about slaughtering others.

All this seemed to remind him, as if to warn him, what was wrong?

He gradually melted into the blood vessels, turning into a chill that flowed to the cold heart.

Persuade him to take revenge or persuade him to give up? For the first time, Han Liang lost his sense of purpose, and his subconscious could always faintly sense a danger from fear.

No, it's too dangerous to let Yuan Ming stay there alone! The cold instantly came to his senses, that Yuan Zimo didn't know what it was, and he had to accompany Yuan Ming.

Thinking about it, Han Liang changed into dry clothes, turned into an afterimage and set off towards Yuanjiabao.

On Yuan Ming's side, the situation is not very optimistic.

A group of people surrounded him with unkind eyes, and Yuan Ming felt worried in his heart. Without the cold, his sense of security disappeared inexplicably.

"Yuan Ming, do you want to fight a saint?" asked Yuan Zimo softly.

Yuan Ming felt very annoyed, why did this person speak and chew words?

"Yes!" a cold and straightforward voice came from behind Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming turned around with some surprise, it was only less than an hour, and the cold came back?

Everyone's faces collapsed instantly, and Yuan Zimo's usual gentle expression couldn't help but change.

The cold long hair was not dry, clinging to Junyi's face, and his eyes were staring at Yuan Zimo coldly.

The air in the hall froze instantly.

"Family matters. Yuan Zimo said lightly.

"I have the right to manage the matter related to Yuan Ming. "The cold doesn't give in.

"And Yuan Ming came here today to let you open the cross-border formation. Han Liang saw that the other party made concessions, and his tone softened.

Yuan Zimo lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Then I'm going to take Yuan Ming away. The cold hand was quick, and taking advantage of the moment when Yuan Zimo relaxed, he pulled Yuan Ming into his arms and left Yuan Zimo for a distance.

Han Liang glanced at Yuan Ming's wrist and found that it was already purple and black, and the blood spread to his body. What is this? poison?!

Yuan Ming shook his head. Standing next to Yuan Zimo.

"Huh?" Yuan Zimo also seemed to be very strange about the purple and black in Yuan Ming's hand, it didn't seem that he made it.

Yuan Ming silently retracted his hand into his sleeve, and said to Yuan Zimo and Yuan Hongxin in front of him: "Today, I want to challenge the position of the head of the family!"

Yuan Ming's sonorous and powerful words echoed in the silent hall.

Yuan Hongxin's face was extremely ugly, and he really wanted to tear Yuan Ming in front of him to pieces.

The corners of Yuan Ming's mouth rose, and he didn't intend to ask Yuan Zimo's consent.

Yuan Zimo was speechless for a while, the rules are set like this, and Yuan Ming is qualified to challenge Yuan Hongxin fairly. There is no way to stop it openly, and he can't convince Yuan Ming like this now········

Yuan Zimo looked away and nodded at Yuan Hongxin.

"Fight to fight, I'll be afraid of you milky little hairy head?!" Yuan Hongxin was very embarrassed now.

"You're going to be scared of me, Dad. Yuan Ming seemed to be a different person at the moment, with a sarcastic smile on the corner of his mouth.

It's the feeling again. Han Liang looked at Yuan Ming at this moment, and his fearless expression reminded him of the scene when he was rescued in the inheritance·······