Under the dark sky...
The white phoenix slowly opened its eyes and saw a familiar, stunning face.
Tears fell from its eyes.
âLittle Qingqing, those bastards want to hurt Suyi.â
âI know...â Feng Ruqing lowered her eyes. âYou donât have to worry. Weâre here. No one will hurt Suyi. You are probably tired. You should sleep for a while, and when you wake up, everything will be fine.â
The white phoenix was indeed very tired as it had used up all its energy. It looked at Suyi before slowly closed its eyes.
***
Not far away...
Nan Fang spurted a mouthful of blood. His face was pale, and he almost stumbled to the ground.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; his eyes turned cold.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âMaster, whatâs wrong?â
The elders saw Nan Fang spitting blood from his mouth. Their faces changed slightly, and they asked eagerly.
Nan Fangâs expression darkened as if carrying a violent storm.
âSomeone has removed the spiritual energy that Iâve sent to the white phoenixâs brain, but I have found out where Suyi and the others are... They are still in Nan City. We can catch up to them!â
After saying that, Nan Fang moved as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, he had already disappeared from the trail.
Seeing this, the elders, too, hesitate no more. They rushed forward and followed Nan Fang...
***
At this moment, Feng Ruqing was already walking toward Old Master Nan.
She stood next to him and frowned. âThis scent is indeed a little stinky.â
Hearing Feng Ruqingâs words, Xia Xia lifted her small head proudly.
âMother also says that his body stinks. Iâm not the only one who thought so.â
Suyi stared at the old master, lying on the ground, unconscious, and fell silent.
âWhy only Xia Xia and Qingâer can smell it? Why havenât I noticed anything?
âMaiden...â Nan Luo bit her lower lips and stood up. âHe is Aunt Suyiâs father, my grandfather... Can you please respect him? How could you say that to an old man?â
Suyiâs face turned cold.
âOh...â Feng Ruqing glanced at Nan Luo coldly. âAre you Suyiâs niece?â
âI...â
Nan Luo lowered her head, and before she could speak, Suyi on the side said coldly, âNo...â
Suyiâs words somewhat hurt Nan Luo. She lowered her head, looking a little pitiful.
âIt seems that Aunt Suyi still hates me because of Father...
âBut itâs fine. After some time, Aunt Suyi will understand that Father and I are not the same...â
Nan Luo raised her head and smiled gently. âAunt Suyi is right. My father is only an adopted son, so I am not considered her niece. However, in my eyes, there is no difference between Aunt and Mother.â
Nan Xianâs expression darkened. His eyes were cold, expressionless. âIt looks like youâre enjoying your life in the Nan family. Now, you have another daughter.â
Suyi was speechless.