"Only them?" Xia Qingchen asked.

What my father wants to see most is the mother who has been waiting for twenty years, not his uncle and cousin.

According to the agreement of the year, Xia Qingchen won Yu Qingyang, and she released her mother under house arrest to reunite them.

Now it seems, not.

A trace of loneliness and disappointment flickered between Xia Yuan's expressions, but it was quickly disguised.

He wrapped Xia Qingchen's arms, his face filled with a forced smile: "Your uncle and cousin are willing to come, it is enough to show that they admit me, this is already very good."

Is it really good?

In fact, he is comforting Xia Qingchen.

Father didn't want Xia Qingchen to be disappointed. After all, he had risked his life in order to win a gamble, and finally won.

He himself can be disappointed, but he cannot let his son feel discouraged.

Xia Qingchen sees through all ages, how can she not understand what Xia Yuan thought, and said: "Father, what position did your uncle treat you and your mother's marriage contract?"

He didn't want to pay attention to the Huang family any more, but since the other party came to the door, it was still necessary to have a brief look.

"Your uncle he... of course supports me and your mother." Xia Yuan said with a smile.

But he couldn't hide it, the reluctance in his smile.

Xia Yuan has endured for many years, and has long been ecstatic, but he can't even conceal this slight reluctance. What was his uncle's position at that time, I don't know.

"Well, where did they go?" Xia Qingchen said, slowly.

Xia Yuan took out a biography of Flying Pigeons and opened it to Xia Qingchen.

The letterhead said that they had arrived in the fairy demon city, and they would soon step into Xia Qingchen's enclosure.

The payment date is one day ago.

In a day, it is almost time to arrive at Liuli.

"Light dust, let me meet you at the gate of the city, you can't drag it any longer." Xia Yuan regarded the uncle and cousin's arrival very seriously.

Xia Qingchen put down the letterhead and glanced at the snowy sky, and sighed slightly: "Well, Nanchengmen waits."

Stepping on the deep snow, Xia Qingchen and Xia Yuan went to the Nancheng Gate side by side.

They were dispatched together, and there was an honor guard who came to Liulidu, which was specially used to greet the guests.

South Gate.

The heavy snow of the goose feathers keeps flowing all year round, and the wind blows back into the snow, covering people's eyes.

Xia Yuan walked back and forth at the gate of the city, feeling both nervous and nervous. Perhaps he didn't know what to say to the Huang family in two decades.

"Father, don't worry." Xia Qingchen looked at his father in thin clothes, and his heart was sour.

Without his help, probably, Xia Yuan is still a desolate little house owner still in Yungu City.

"It's okay, I'm not in a hurry." Xia Yuan grinned, but his eyes were full of anxiety.

Xia Qingchen silently took out three pieces of gravel, condensed it into a slap-sized round stone plate, and put it into Xia Yuan's arms: "Put into his arms."

This object is a deity inherited from the Lounan Wuluo priest tribe, and its role is defense.

After inculcating divinity, Xia Qingchen completely inspired the power of the gods.

Not only can it resist the damage of foreign objects, but also protect against cold and heat.

"Good boy." Xia Yuan Dongjiang's body is much more soothing, and he touched Xia Qingchen's head with relief: "You are my mother and your mother's greatest pride! If your uncle sees you, he will also be proud of you."

Xia Qingchen smiled softly and stood in the snow and accompanied Xia Yuan to wait silently.

Time passed bit by bit.

Half a day later, I still saw my uncle and cousin coming.

Even if they are riding the most common monsters and beasts, they are enough to reach Liulidu from the fairy demon city, not to mention, they should not be ordinary people.

"I should have thought about it." Xia Qingchen shook the snow on his shoulders, said lightly.

They sent a letter half a month before they came, and sent a letter when they arrived in the fairy city.

The two-time communication is obviously reminding them that they must be greeted.

Therefore, they must not be slow or slow.

"Father, please go back first, I can wait alone." Xia Qingchen looked at his father, who was covered with snow, and couldn't bear it.

Huang's family, can really ruin their Xia family!

In the ice and snow, let a person who is not very clever, wait for a full half day.

"What nonsense, your uncle, how can I wait at home?" Xia Yuanyu blamed seriously: "We can't let your mother's family read jokes and say we don't know how to behave, understand?"

Don't understand the number of gifts, aren't they?

Xia Qingchen was silent and continued to wait with him.

Another half day passed, the sky was getting darker, the divine nature in the **** stone was almost consumed, Xia Yuan felt the coolness again, and couldn't help sneezing.

He comforted the slightly gloomy Xia Qingchen beside him: "Light dust, don't worry, they are coming soon."

Thousands of miles away.

In the boundless white snow, an antique purple-golden wooden car, led by three flame-like unicorn-like monsters, slowly came to the city of Liuli.

In the carriage.

In the warm light, a middle-aged elegant cardigan is playing chess slowly, and across from him is a young man with a three-point appearance.

The youthful appearance, no matter in body shape or facial features, is similar to Xia Qingchen, and is extremely handsome.

If you don't recognize them carefully, you might be wrong.

"Dad, it's almost time, it's better to speed up the pace of the veterinary car, lest my uncle, who has never met, wait for a long time." The young man dropped a piece of white and tasted hot fragrant tea, said.

In the elegant middle-aged hair, a white hairpin was inlaid. He looked at the chessboard and said indifferently: "How about letting him wait for us for a while? To meet him is to give him face."

In the young man’s smile, another white man fell: “I mean, anyway, I’ll pretend that we are on the way.”

Ruya middle-aged put down the black spots in his hand, Yi Xing Lan Shan's move: "What if you don't pretend? Can Xia Yuan still have some opinions?"

"That's true, I believe that the uncle had been looking forward to our arrival for a long, long time." The young man leaned against the carriage wall, revealing a hint of hidden contempt.

Their father and son are not other people, it is Xia Qingchen's uncle and cousin!

"But we didn't come to him." Ruya middle-aged said lightly.

The young man shook his head: "My Huang family will not accept him as a small person, unless there is a miracle in his son, there is a strong blood of the ancestors of the Huang family."

"In this case, he can still be expensive for his father and his son, which is recognized by my Huang family."

Yes, they came here not to see Xia Yuan, but to see Xia Qingchen.

"But Dad, what kind of cousin of mine is not the Huang family at all, why does grandpa have to test his blood of the gods?" The youth frowned.

He apparently whispered about this matter.

Ruya middle-aged said indifferently: "However, he has the blood of my Huang family. If he detects the blood of the gods, it is OK to give him the name of the Huang family."

"If not, it would be better. Since then, their father and son Xia and our Huang family no longer have any connection."

The young man sighed a little: "Hey, what a superfluous one! The aunt and an ordinary person born out of the wild, still expect to be able to detect the blood of the gods?"

Ruya middle-aged said indifferently: "Of course not, but when we leave heaven, we are mainly invited to attend the emperor's tomb party. The matter here is a way, just a waste of time."

The young man shook his palm, and a faint glory of the moonlight circulated: "With this little time, it is better to practice."