Qing Hui pulled Xiao Hui behind him and blocked her.

Then he stared at Qing Luo with cold eyes.

Qing Luo was the same, staring at her with cold eyes.

The two of them seemed to be relentless enemies, vowing to kill each other.

Qing Hui held the bone fan in her palm. She was almost exhausted of her spiritual power now, but even the weapon Xueyin gave her was not an ordinary weapon. She didn't believe that she couldn't deal with Qing Luo!

At this moment, a long silver stick appeared in Qingluo's palm, and the bottom of the long stick fell to the ground. The back of his hand holding the long stick had clear joints and bulging veins.

Both of them were determined to kill each other.

On the verge of breaking out!

At this moment, a voice came from a distance, "Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

Qing Hui frowned, and although he didn't stop his move to take action, he remained stagnant.

It wasn't until that person appeared in front of him that Qing Hui blinked and burst into tears. He rushed over and hugged the person tightly, "Father, father, I am going to be bullied to death. Your Majesty, Lian Xueyin, he

,he……"

His voice was choked and he hiccupped hard.

The person who came was a man in Tsing Yi who looked to be in his thirties.

His expression is cold and majestic, but his appearance is rare and handsome in the world. His facial features are as sharp as a knife and his eyes are deep.

It was Qing Wuhui, the regent of the Eastern Qin Dynasty.

Qing Wuhui patted his beloved daughter gently and coaxed in a gentle voice: "My dear, father is here and he won't let others bully our little branch. Stop crying. Father will be heartbroken if you keep crying."

It's going to break..."

Xiao Hui, who was standing behind Qing Hui, was dumbfounded.

The filter in my heart was completely shattered.

For Qing Hui, for this man who looks cold and stern and not easy to mess with, his style really changes as soon as he opens his mouth.

Qing Luo, who was looking at him eagerly across from him, was also stunned. He retreated completely and looked at the two people in disbelief.

Qing Wuhui coaxed him in a low voice for a long time, and Qing Hui finally stopped crying, pulled him aside, and faced Qing Luo again.

The appearance of the cute little daughter just now disappeared completely, leaving only a ruthless look, with a posture that was about to tear the opponent into pieces.

"Father, you know how to contact my mother, right? You should invite her over now. For this grudge today, even if I die, I will drag this ghost with me to the funeral!"

"Pull me to be buried with you? Try it!" Qing Luo also recovered from the shock and walked towards Qing Hui.

"Stop!" Qing Wuhui quickly stepped forward and shouted at Qing Luo: "You traitor, kneel down!"

Qing Luo froze, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Qing Wuhui again in shock and stubbornness.

Qing Wuhui frowned slightly: "Why are you still so short after thirty thousand years?"

The corner of Qingluo's mouth twitched slightly and he trembled, "Father...jun?"

"What?"

Qing Hui was shocked and lost his voice.

He pulled Qing Wuhui and looked at him and then at Qing Luo. He didn't notice it until he looked closely. However, upon closer inspection, the two people actually had some similarities.

No, what on earth is going on?

Isn't this her father? How come he is the father of this ghost Qingluo? Isn't Qingluo's father the Lord of Dongze, the Emperor of Dongze? How could a majestic emperor...

Qing Hui was stunned.

That's right, if Dongze hadn't been destroyed, how could Qing Luo hate him like that? She only caught a glimpse of a fragment of the battle, not the real picture. Dongze was destroyed, and what happened to the Emperor Dongze, who was the lord of Dongze?

Maybe still alive?

so……
Chapter completed!