The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 597 Are you dad...?

People in the world are always very tolerant of things that are similar to themselves, and he is no exception.

"My daughter, what are you talking about?" Wen Rong silenced Anzun with just one sentence.

Her...daughter?

He subconsciously lowered his head to take a closer look at Baby Nuan. In a blink of an eye, Wen Ru had murderous intent again and stabbed his brow with the dagger tempered by Karma Fire. She used all her strength.

"Chichichi!" The sharp blade pierced his eyebrows, bringing with it the heat, boiling heat, and severe pain of destroying mountains and rivers.

She was really cruel and showed no mercy!

She wanted him to die, she just wanted him to die!

She never knew...never knew his...

That’s it! That’s it!

"Your Highness!" Seeing this, everyone in the dark tribe was shocked. The demon dragon roared and rushed over, "The Lord God of the Upper Realm is so despicable! Use such sinister means!"

He transformed into a huge dragon body, wrapped them tightly, opened his dragon head as big as a hill, and sprayed out black flames, intending to hit Wen Ku with them all.

His Highness has just woken up and his strength has not been fully restored, otherwise there would be no chance for this vicious woman to take advantage of him.

What's disgusting is that Canglan actually said that the child is her daughter!

How could it be possible, how could a heartless woman like Cang Lan have a child! She doesn't deserve it!

Unexpectedly, before the black flame even touched Wen Ku, Anzun turned around and blocked it entirely with his own body.

The warm baby and Wen Ku were all protected in his arms.

The black flame was like a mountain, trying to engulf him completely. The wound between his eyebrows was stabbed open by Wen Kuye's fire dagger, and it was so deep that his bones were visible.

The back was burned by black flames. There was no protection, and the skin was torn apart.

That beautiful face showed just a hint of pain.

"Your Highness!" The demon dragon was dumbfounded. He couldn't understand why His Highness was still protecting this woman at this time? !

What's even more damning is that he actually used black flames to hurt His Highness!

Damn it, it was all because he had to protect that woman that His Highness had no time to set up defenses. Otherwise, how could his black flames have hurt His Highness.

"Why did you destroy the things sent to you from the upper realm?" An Zun looked sideways and glanced at him lightly, "Keep it, I am still useful."

Probably because of the injury, his voice was cold, but a little softer. With a move of his fingers, dense black mist surged from his body, wrapping around Wen Ku's clone like a chain.

This time, I used all my strength to not give her any chance to escape.

After doing all this, he extinguished the black flames on his back. The wound between his eyebrows was still burning with karmic fire. How could the red lotus karmic fire of the Lord God of the Upper Realm be extinguished so easily.

Heartbreaking pain.

It's just that he has had too much pain in his life, and if it hurts too much, he will become numb.

"Your Highness..." The demon dragon turned into a human being and knelt on the ground looking at him blankly. His Highness only felt pain from his own family. His Highness had just woken up and had to endure such pain and torture again.

Obviously...he hasn't done anything yet.

Cang Lan, do you hate His Highness that much?

"Dad...Dad..." It was Xiao Nuannuo's voice that interrupted everything.

She didn't wake up, but her poor little face regained color, her beautiful brows were knitted tightly, and a pair of small hands had hugged An Zun's wrist tightly at some point.

The rock-solid man melted in an instant, and the small milk bag seemed to be born with purifying power, making the anger and resentment in his heart disappear in an instant.

As soon as he calmed down, the entire East China Sea fell silent.

Unable to struggle, Wen Ku's clone looked at him quietly. For some reason, the man in front of her suddenly gave her the illusion that the years were peaceful.

This illusion lasted until she was brought into the palace of Anzun.

Imprisoned in a specially made cage.

It was just a clone, and he also used the highest-standard cage.

The cage is made of a spirit-stifling stone that limits divine power. If Wen Rong was here, perhaps the spirit-stifling cage wouldn't be able to contain her.

But what's coming now is just her clone, and this cage is enough for one clone.

What's more, she is surrounded by Dark Lord's black mist chains, and she cannot escape even with her wings. The clone had one arm broken and was just sitting quietly in the cage.

She saw with her own eyes that An Zun took off his clothes in front of him, revealing the burns all over his back.

She saw with her own eyes that Anzun was suffering from the pain of karma burning into his eyebrows day and night.

Even so, the man still just locked her up, and even... even asked someone to bring her the Spiritual Spring Fairy Fruit.

Obviously knowing that she is just a clone puppet, she doesn't need this at all.

Even if he wanted to vent his hatred, torture her, or abuse her, she wouldn't feel it.

But he didn't.

Wen Rong didn't understand, because if Zhu Shen fell into her hands, she would definitely use all means to make him go to pieces.

Even if it is a clone puppet, it will definitely become a tribulation ashes.

But thinking about it carefully, it turned out that everything was because Zhushen was sorry for her, and she should have done so.

In the beginning, it was because she believed in him that the entire upper world was almost destroyed, and she lost everything, became the Red Lotus Evil Lord, lost her baby, and suffered from the cold night for thousands of years.

Nowadays, it is impossible for her to have love anymore.

What she has to do is to bring the warm baby back. The child is so fragile that it is impossible for her to stay with this big devil.

At this time, Anzun was in his chamber.

It was dark, even the walls were covered with thorns, and the bed was also made of thorns, with withered roses on it.

An Zun sat cross-legged on the bed, his beautiful eyes slightly closed.

From the direction of Wen Ku, you can have a panoramic view of his beauty.

On his big bed, there was a small doll lying, with a steady stream of black spiritual power nourishing her body.

The doll changed into clean little clothes, its originally dull hair became shiny, and its little face became much rosier.

"Zhu Shen, I want to take the child back to the upper world." This was the first thing Wen Ru said to him after being imprisoned in the cage.

After a long time, An Zun's long and thick eyelashes moved slightly, opening a gap. He sneered, "This is my daughter, take it back to you?"

Wen Ron didn't want to get involved with him on this matter, so he just said, "She is Fuyuan's daughter and has nothing to do with you."

Fuyuan...when I mentioned this name again, it seemed like tens of thousands of years had passed.

It was so long that she almost forgot what Fuyuan looked like.

An Zun was silent for a moment, then raised his head and stared at the cage faintly, "Fuyuan, it's hard for the Lord God to still remember this name."

"He will always be the child's father, but you are not." Wen Rong's voice was cold, "Any hatred is only between us, children are innocent."

Hearing this, An Zun sneered, "Canglan, you really look down on me."

She thought he was going to threaten her with the child? He wouldn't even make a fuss over a child!

No one could understand the pain in this laughter.

But at this moment, a dry little hand grasped his fingers covered with black runes.

An Zun was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and saw a beautiful little face, looking at her in surprise.

She is so small and thin, which makes people feel sad.

"Daddy...are you daddy...?" Xiao Nuannuan said, his voice waxy and filled with uncertainty and fear.

She didn't know what happened to her, but when she opened her eyes, she saw someone who had only appeared in her dreams. .

(End of this chapter)