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"He's your father, not mine..."

Even though the night owl minister has taken over the high priest, Gu Mengmeng is not cold and warm to him, and he is not half afraid.

This, obviously with a trace of resentment.

The night owl minister was stunned and frowned slightly.

Gu Mengmeng is angry. He knows it. Before yetian died, he didn't understand him.

He missed his own daughter for many years and finally returned to his side. Why didn't he take a look? Especially after Gu Mengmeng had a miscarriage, he should pay attention to her.

This child, more or less, died because of him.

"Meng Meng, my father loves you..."

The owl minister looked at her with sadness floating in the corner of his eyes.

On the desk, the ink of the dark lotus hand-painted by yetian has dried up, and the red seal in the lower left corner is particularly eye-catching.

"You asked me to come here to say that to me?"

Gu Mengmeng's white face is covered with a thin layer of anger. Her body has not recovered and she is still a little weak.

Standing in the dark, she felt a little breathless.

"Meng Meng, come here..."

Night owl minister heart some pan pain, helpless to say to her.

“……”

Gu Mengmeng bit the corner of her lip and walked slowly. She walked very slowly. Every step she took, the soles of her feet felt like needles.

In the air, in addition to the faint cool, there is a smell of ink.

"Meng Meng, this is what my father left you. Take it away..."

The night owl minister's voice was low and gentle, with a trace of hoarseness.

Gu Mengmeng looks up at him and finds that his eye socket is deep and his whole face is thin. I don't know if it's because of sadness or too many things.

“……”

She lowered her head in the sad eyes of the owl minister, and the vivid ink lotus fell into her pupil.

The lotus flower seemed to be real, with its petals gently shaking.

"This is the holy flower of" Tianhu ". Every high priest will have his own lotus. Flowers die with the people... "

"What does this have to do with me?"

Gu Mengmeng looks at the ink lotus, and her blood freezes slowly. She whispered, trembling her lips.

"Father, he..."

The night owl minister wanted to tell her the truth, but worried about her guilt and remorse when she knew the truth.

"Meng Meng, I know you don't want to stay no matter what I say. When Gong Nanling comes back, you can go back to Yunjing... "

"Where has gong Nanling gone?"

Gu Mengmeng is shocked, tears the corner of his eyes and stares at him fiercely.

"He and Mr. Jun have gone to the city of pear. No accident, they will be back in three days."

The night owl minister took away the Paperweight on the painting and carefully rolled up the painting of ink lotus.

"Meng Meng, here you are."

Gu Mengmeng looked at the rolled up painting in his hand, pursed her lips, and a bright red color appeared at the bottom of her eyes.

Inner entanglement.

Want and don't want.

"Meng Meng, this is my father's last wish. Take it."

The night owl minister said with a heavy face.

After the change of identity, the handsome man is more mature and stable.

He never thought it would come so soon?

As the young master of "dark night", he has the supreme power and has experienced many things. But I've never felt like a long way to go.

At that time, he knew that no matter what he did, he had a strong support from his father.

Night is like a wall to him.

Now, the wall has collapsed, and no one is covering everything for him.

Everything, all can only rely on himself.

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