Chapter 652

There is no great master in the hall, and I can only watch a proud boy walk into the next room.

Zhao Wanxi could hear the sound clearly.

Knock, knock.

A mu pushed the door in, and as soon as he saw Zhao Wanxi, he rushed over directly. The woman bent down in a hurry, and a boy hugged her waist. Her hoarse and childish voice said: "fairy sister!"

Sudden intimacy, Zhao Wanxi Zheng Zheng: "mu, what's the matter with you?"

"Ah Mu doesn't want to be separated from the fairy sister."

It's rare for a boy to open his mouth to say so many words. Zhao Wanxi's inner feelings are hard to suppress, both excited and moved.

Eyes flow, her black eyelashes flicker, suddenly said: "otherwise I accompany you down the mountain?"

Zhao Wanxi is still worried about the thought that the Supreme Lord alone took amu to see the Empress Dowager in Ji'an temple.

Originally playing puppet beside tong'er also came to join in the fun: "tong'er also wants to go down the mountain with strange uncle and brother amu."

Hearing the childish voice of the little girl, a mu frowned like a little adult, released his hand holding Zhao Wanxi, looked back at tong'er's smart eyes, shook his head, and said to their mother and daughter solemnly.

"Dad said that the fight is a man's business, fairy sister and tong'er sister stay at home and wait for us to come back." As like as two peas, Zhao Wanxi did not know how the king of the infinite had brainwashed his son. A Mu's male chauvinism was just like his father.

A boy who was still reluctant to part with me, stubbornly bit his lower lip, carefully left this sentence, turned around and left without looking back, as if he had made a great determination.

Looking at his delicate body, it seems that he is more determined than his age, and gradually disappears in his own sight, Zhao Wanxi's heart seems to be pulled tight, unspeakable heartache.

The next morning, when Zhao Wanxi heard the news coming from the next room, she looked out of the window. In addition to the black robed Wuji Zunzhu and amu, she was accompanied by Dusi and Ning Shun.

"Big dad, little Dad..."

Tong'er sees them with sharp eyes. She shakes her little body and runs straight out. Without waiting for the little girl to run to Ning Shun and Mu Si, the man with a black robe pulls her into his arms.

"Strange uncle to go out, Tong son at home to obedient, listen to your mother's words, understand?"

Tong Er chuckles, white fat little hand on the man's exposed chin and lips in the air, obedient voice should be: "strange uncle, you also have to be obedient, and brother amu go home early."

The man stroked the little girl's cheek through the big palm of the black helmet glove. His hoarse voice turned into a pool of spring water.

"Strange uncle listen to Tong son, will certainly take a mu elder brother to go home early."

Standing in the dark corner of the window, Zhao Wanxi quietly stares at Wuji Zunzhu, who is close to her daughter. Although she has seen Wuji Zunzhu's true face with her own eyes, why does the feeling of being extremely familiar still linger?

Through the silver mask, she can still feel the eyes and breath of Leng junao.

The most surprising thing is that Wu Ji Zun, who has always been indifferent, treats tong'er differently. Is it because of tong'er's particularity?

Thinking of this, Zhao Wanxi suddenly became more alert.

"Tong'er, come back!"