Chapter 977

  Xuanmen sent over, naturally, the remains of the Yan family.

  The Qilinzi started hard.

  No hope of survival was left to them.

  Now there are only a dozen disciples left in the huge Yan family, alone with him.

  The fourth child stood in front of the whole row of white cloth, almost unable to control the tears.

  After all, he suppressed the tumbling emotions in his heart, and his mood was extremely complicated.

   Yan Zhong was not much weaker than Qilinzi back then.

  Now, is everything their Yan family got, is it really retribution?

  The fourth old man held back the grief and anger in his heart, and raised his hand to tell the disciples to condense the remains.

  The prestigious family of ancient martial arts, it was so easy to disperse...

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   Yantao walked beside Qin Zong with one hand in his pocket, the young boy's handsome and demon face with a three-point smile, looking at it with a relaxed and contented look.

  Qin Zongxing was beside him, put his left hand on the shoulder of the boy, and said slowly, "I only have two days of vacation. I will return to the imperial capital tomorrow. Do you want to go with me?"

  Master Yan thought for a while, nodded and said, "There is nothing to do on the left and right, I'll be fine with you."

  As soon as they walked into the door of Xuanmen, Yan Xizhi, who had been waiting inside the door, quickly arranged his clothes and greeted him.

  The woman's posture is gentle, her tone is soft, and her face is full of loving smiles, "Tao Tao, you are back."

  This is the first time she has officially met Yan Tao.

  The mood is self-evident.

  Yan Xizhi was very excited. The woman stared at the boy for an instant, her mouth opened and closed, as if she wanted to say something.

  However, I can’t make a sentence when I reach my lips.

  A pair of eyes were shining with water, and a lot of emotions were mixed in the eyes. For a long time, he spit out a sentence, "You are like a unicorn."

Yes.

  Yantao is very similar to Qilinzi.

  Guangfeng Jiyue posture, lazy temperament.

   is likeness from the bones.

   Yan Xizhi looked at the young man who was lazily standing by the door.

  She only wore a simple white shirt, her figure was as long as a jade, and her face was beautiful and beautiful.

   Under the moonlight, the boy put one hand in his pocket, and there was a leisurely ancient rhyme around his body, as if he was a noble boy who came out of the comics, attracting eyes.

   Showy and unrestrained, then it is cold and extravagant.

  Young Master Yan nodded carelessly. There was no wave in the beautiful peach-blossom eyes. After scanning Yanxi indifferently, she said, "I am nothing like me, I am just myself."

  The young man’s voice is clear and indifferent, and the alienation and indifference under the words is very obvious.

   Yan Xizhi's expression froze. She seemed to be pouring cold water on her head, and the excited expression on her face froze.

  She is very well maintained. She is in her 40s and looks like she is in her 30s. She is extremely outstanding.

  Yantao finished these words indifferently, copied his pockets with one hand and walked inside the door, passing by Yanxi blindly.

  The image of Yanxi has been nailed in place, and the whole person can't move.

  Her gaze followed Yan Tao and fell on the juvenile's jade-like back, and her eye circles instantly turned red.

  When he was about to be unable to restrain his emotions and crying, he stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

Yes.

  She was originally an unqualified mother and had not been to see her child for eight years.

   Let her grow up in that environment.

  She could be spoiled, she could have more things than others...

   "I'm sorry for you..." Yan Xizhi slowly squatted down, "It's my fault..."

  (End of this chapter)