"Even if you don't remember anything, you are still my grandson of Xuanyuan and your father and mother's only son. We will not admit our mistakes."

Xuan Menglan nodded repeatedly: "Although it has been more than ten years, your appearance has not changed much. Moreover, you have birthmarks on Ji Feng, too. You are my son Ji Feng."

The old woman wiped her tears and said, "Losing memory is not what you hope for, Master Jifeng. If you want to blame, blame those who harm you. Master Jifeng, you have suffered over the years."

Xuanyuan smiled again, and said with relief: "Ji Feng, you are really worthy of being my grandson of Xuanyuan. Even if you lose your memory and do not rely on the halo of the Yun family, you can still break into a world. Hahaha, how could people in the world think that Yun Ruohan, the famous [Yi Jian Shan Hai], was actually my grandson of Xuanyuan."

Yun Ruohan looked at his smiling face, and looked proud and silent.

Xuan Yuan's eyes suddenly became deeper and said, "Jifeng, since you are the senior brother of Xiaoyao Sect and the head of the Seven Sons of Xiaoyao, then Xiaoyao Sect is not an outsider to our northern land. I think, let Xiaoyao Son be incorporated into Mule Pavilion or Yun's family in the future. In this way, your junior brother and sister will not have to be buried in the sect that cannot be waited for on the table."

Yun Zhaoxing's eyes turned and said, "That's right. The little guy who was brought back with you is Lan Luoyu, the seven sons of Xiaoyao, who is [Thousand-Handed God Summoning]? He seems not very friendly to our Yun family and is completely unwilling to cooperate. I think Ji Feng, you should persuade him..."

"What did you do to Xiaoqi?!!"

Yun Ruohan, who had been silent all the time, suddenly sat up from the bed.

He looked at everyone present with bloodthirsty and furious eyes, "Where is Xiaoqi?!"

Everyone was shocked by his sudden outburst.

After being stunned, Yun Zhaoxing immediately said unhappy: "Is this your attitude towards your father? Lan Luoyu injured the people from my Yun family and Mule Pavilion without authorization. I brought him back to detain him. What's wrong with me?"

The old woman also said anxiously: "Master Jifeng, don't blame the master, if you want to blame me, blame me. I thought it was someone from Xiaoyao Sect who caused you to fall into a coma, so I ordered the attack on them."

Yun Ruohan took a deep breath before trying hard to suppress the anxiety and anger in his chest.

"Where is Xiaoqi? Take me to find him!"

...

The Yun family's water prison is dark and humid and cold.

Even if a person with deep cultivation is walking inside, he can feel the coldness that penetrates his bone marrow.

With the help of the old woman, Yun Ruohan walked down, the more anxious and worried he became.

Xiaoqi grew up being spoiled since childhood. How can he adapt to such an environment?

After walking for a long time, he finally saw a familiar figure.

Just this glance made Yun Ruohan's pupils suddenly shrink.

All the heartache, tyranny, madness and murderous intent in my body surged up like a tide.

Water Prison, as the name suggests, there is water in this prison.

Moreover, this is not ordinary water, it can still erode the human soul and body [Sky Erosion Water].

At this time, Luoyu was tied to a single stone platform in the center of Tianxiang Water.

His hands were lifted high by the black iron.

The feet were soaked in the erosion water, and the flesh was blurred.

There are countless whip marks and scalds on his body.

Even as my raised body swayed, I could see the thick white bones on my back brushed with hot iron brushes.

His little seven!
Chapter completed!