The Lihuo bloodline is clearly the inheritance of this lineage of the Mo family. Isn’t there any other one?

However, Mr. Chang, who was about to speak, immediately shut up obediently when he received the warning gaze projected by the Emperor.

But I couldn't help but mutter: What's going on with the Lord? After going to the martial arts continent, my mind was broken?

...

"Di Mingjue, you accompany Xiaobao, I will refine some pills to heal you and Xinglang."

Mu Yan touched Xiaobao's face, looked at him frowning, and a painful expression appeared on his face, his eyes full of heartache and worry.

But Lihuo's bloodline awakening could not help. Instead of staying here, it would be better to ask the third senior brother how to drive away the remaining curse in Di Mingjue's body.

Moreover, Xiaobao kept thinking about his father before going to bed last time.

If you open your eyes and see Di Mingjue standing by his side, you will definitely be happy.

Di Mingjue nodded and sat down beside the bed.

It was not until Mu Yan's figure disappeared outside the door that his eyes dared to show a bitter and suppressed emotional fluctuation.

He pinched the boy's little, hot little hands in his palm.

Di Mingjue's mood was surging for a moment, and his low murmur sound was almost hoarse and broken: "Xiaobao, Dad is here to see you."

"I'm sorry, my father used to be bad, and I didn't take good care of you and your mother."

His child is the future heir of Jiyu.

It should have been high above, with a rich and beautiful life, and a glorious scenery.

But because of his forgetfulness and stupidity, he was wandering in the desolate world for so many years.

Even because he had no father, he was ridiculed and rolled his eyes.

And all this is what he owes Xiaobao and Mu Yan.

As if hearing his call, Xiaobao's long eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.

Seeing Di Mingjue sitting beside the bed holding his hand, Xiaobao looked dazed and called out softly: "Dad..."

Di Mingjue's throat was even more swallowed, and he could hardly control his emotions: "Dad is here."

Xiaobao blinked, and his eyes became clear and clear.

He realized that he was not dreaming at this moment, but really seeing his father.

In an instant, inexplicable grievance and sadness surged into my heart.

The dense eyelashes slap slid lightly like butterfly wings, and crystal tears as big as beans rolled out from under the butterfly wings.

Xiaobao swallowed even more: "Dad, I thought you didn't want Xiaobao anymore."

Di Mingjue felt so distressed that he could hardly breathe.

He clumsyly stretched out his hand, gently wiped away the tears from his little face, and said in a gentle voice he had never had before: "How could Daddy not want Xiaobao?"

"But Xiaobao is sick, so uncomfortable. Daddy comes and leaves again, and he never even sees Xiaobao at all."

Xiaobao said as he felt more and more aggrieved, and tears flowed all over his face.

The little body was also shaking gently because of sobs.

"Because Xiaobao is not dad's biological son, dad dislikes Xiaobao? Do you want Xiaobao anymore?"

No! You are my biological son!

You are my Di Mingjue's only flesh-hearted flesh.

Di Mingjue shouted in his heart, but all the words were blocked in his throat.

He felt his eyes feel a little wet and hot.

Only by enduring it was enough to suppress the surging emotions.

He reached out his hand and picked up the boy on the bed, allowing him to lie in his arms.

The other hand gently wiped away the tears from his face and said hoarsely: "In my father's mind, you will always be my most important child and my most precious biological flesh and blood. Dad can ignore everything in the world, but he will never want Xiaobao and his mother."
Chapter completed!