A dad who was not his own actually made Xue Ling'er almost change his temperament.
He sighed, his voice softer than before, "Ling'er, you don't need Reiki, how do you save your father?"
"I just broke them one by one, and I also want to rescue my dad."
Xue Linger's tough temper was beyond Grandpa Bai's expectation.
The voice is cold like never before.
Grandpa Bai really convinced Qian Mo Qingcheng this time. Xue Ling'er had a strange temperament, and he didn't expect to care so much about the father of Qian Mo Qingcheng.
Grandpa Bai didn't know that the children's feelings were the purest. As long as they gave, they would definitely keep giving.
Besides, Xue Ling'er lacked family affection since she was a child. Now she just happens to have a dad she likes, so of course she will care about it.
After all, family love is rare! "Grandpa, please let go."
Xue Linger's cool voice was thrown out.
Grandpa Bai stroked his forehead and sighed, this little girl is really hard to wait on when she is stubborn!
"Little ancestor, can we stop making trouble? Life and death is destined, Linger, you have to trust your father, right?"
Xue Ling'er frowned, her eyebrows and her eyes were a little cold, "I believe in my father, but at the moment, my father is in danger. What use can I believe
What if Dad is sucked up by those butterflies? Can this be solved by believing it or not? Grandpa, Ling'er has never begged you for anything. This time, I begged you for daddy, please let me save daddy, okay? "
In her tone, she barely cried at the end of her speech.
In the past, Xue Linger usually pretended to cry, but this time, it was true.
Grandpa Bai wrinkled his brows tightly, almost turned into a word "Chuan".
It's not that he didn't let Xue Ling'er go, those butterflies were not ordinary.
Touching a bloodthirsty butterfly, a little carelessness, will bring danger to oneself.
Ling'er is Tianya's first line of hope, how could he make fun of the entire Tianya line
Xue Ling'er's eyes flickered, biting her teeth, taking advantage of Grandpa Bai's relaxation, her hand suddenly shook her strength, Xue Ling'er strode towards Qianmo Qingcheng.
If you want to walk to Qianmo Qingcheng, you must first embark on the road of thorns. You must suffer the same pain as Qianmo Qingcheng, severe poison and spikes, and you have to suffer one by one. By Mo Qingcheng.
"Ling'er—" Grandpa Bai shouted in a low voice.
Xue Linger ignored it and went straight forward.
With his feet stretched out, he was about to embark on the road of thorns.
I saw all the butterflies surrounding Qianmo Qingcheng, suddenly scattered like a celestial flower.
For a moment, just a moment, as if there was an order, the butterflies all scattered at the same moment.
He quickly left Qianmo Qingcheng's body, and quickly spread to the surroundings.
Grandpa Bai's face was astonished, seeing this scene as if he had seen a ghost.
Xue Linger stopped and looked at Qianmo Qingcheng who was showing her figure.
Ruyu's face is not stained, the previous blood stains miraculously disappeared after being surrounded by butterflies.
A purple robe, except for the traces of the original spikes pierced and pierced, remained intact.
The ink was windy, her face was unparalleled, her purple robe danced, Xue Linger looked at the man whose eyes were closed before her, and whispered softly: "Daddy...
The small body immediately seemed to be sucked in place by a magnet, motionless.
Daddy, who had just been surrounded by butterflies, thought that Daddy would be squeezed dry by the butterflies.