Chapter 1070: Fu Chen grew up (3)

Chapter 1070, Fu Chen grew up (3)
Gu Yiyi held the hand of the wind tightly: "Little dump!"
"My second uncle still needs your care, remember, no matter what, don't come up!"
The wind pushed away and turned around.
Under the breeze, her back is so determined, steady and mountainous, and powerful like the sea.
Somehow, it gives people a sense of peace of mind.
Maybe... this is the reason why countless girls are willing to follow her life and swear no regrets!
The eyes of the old man in white are a faint appreciation of the wind. However, the great emperor is not only his apprentice, but also his grandson. He does not allow anyone to bully him.
Humanity is short-term protection, not asking for faults, only to be separated.
Hey!
Countless vines spread out from the ground and instantly rushed to the old man in white.
The old man in white jumped up and escaped the vines lightly.
His figure is like lightning, so people can't capture his pace.
Qing Han's exquisite little face suddenly became white, and when he saw the old man in white, he would rush to the wind. Xiaoqinghan quickly smashed the vine into a ball, like a rope, and pulled hard to the old man in white.
The old man in white did not change his color. He just moved a few steps to the side and had already escaped the vine.
In an instant, it’s already in front of the wind...
boom!
His palms gathered a powerful force, and even the surrounding world was set off by this force.
The wind is like a beautiful face, her black hair is still quiet, it seems that from her eyes, there is no way to see any mood swings...
Unexpectedly, a storm surged from the wind, and the white-haired old man in front of her was unable to get out of it. He was suddenly smashed by a distance. His eyes were surprised and his eyes were shocked. A woman standing under the wind.
then……
He saw it, and above the woman's sky, she was torn open.
The young man is very long, about ten years old, and his face is tender and delicate, but he has already had a calmness that does not match his age.
"Fuchen brother!"
Xiao Qinghan recognized the teenager standing on the void, and with a touch of joy in his eyes, he rushed toward the boy.
The young boy bowed his head and caught the small green cull that was thrown. His lips were covered with a shallow curvature.
"Nanny."
After holding the soft body of Xiao Qinghan, the teenager looked up and looked at the wind, and the voice was soft.
The wind is like: "..."
This cheap son, grew up?
How is this like her son?
Sure enough, everyone’s eyes are on the wind.
Gu Yiyi blinked and blinked: "Xiao, the South String forced you to have a son when you were ten?"
"..."
Can she say that she doesn't know this person?
"Fuchen brother," Xiao Qinghan held the head of Fuchen with both hands. Her expression was delighted and wronged. "If it wasn’t for me to wake up in advance, I should be as tall as Fuchen’s brother. Hungry for so long, hungry is shrinking, but Fuchen’s brother is taller, I am still so short."
They used to be two short winter melons.
Now, there is only one she left.
The old man in white did not act rashly, and he picked up his eyes and stared at the boy standing in the void.
Others may be confused by the young boy's face, but he can clearly feel that this boy is very dangerous, at least more dangerous than anyone he has ever seen!
(End of this chapter)