too affectionate

Chapter 683 Phoenix Lord (1)

It's ridiculous to say that ordinary people also want grandchildren, and that's for the sake of being happy and sharing family relationships.

And Jing Shimaha wants a grandson, because he wants a puppet that can be better manipulated to replace his son.

Jing Shijialan glanced at the scroll in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to open it. He gave a rare smile, and even more rare, he didn't hesitate to show his thoughts:
"The name inside will surprise you."

Jingshi Maha shrugged, didn't care much, just urged: "I don't have time to play charades with you, open it quickly."

In the eyes of Jing Shimaha, it doesn't matter who it is, it's just a tool for giving birth to children.

In the end, Jing Shajialan still held the scroll.

The blood on his hands was printed on the snow-white scroll.

After feeling the breath of Jing Shajialan, the scroll slowly came out of his hand and unfolded little by little.

On it, is a clearly visible blood fingerprint.

Jing Shijialan looked at the fingerprint and felt ironic.

The day when this scroll was opened was the day when she completely came to him, Jing Shajialan thought about it for 16 years.

Countless moments that were too difficult, and moments when Jing Shijialan felt that he couldn't make it through, were all because of fantasizing about this day.

She will come in the future, so he will not hate the future so much.

What was this day like? Jing Shijialan thought of too many scenarios, too many occasions, and too many moods.

But never thought it would be like this.

Dungeons, chains, each other at stake, bloody fingerprints.

The holy scroll opened little by little, revealing the birth date inside.

At that moment, Jing Shi Maha's eyes widened, and his pupils trembled again and again.

He didn't even look at Jing Shijialan again, said a word, turned and left.

Jing Shijialan knew that he was in a hurry to discuss countermeasures.

After Jing Shimaha turned and left for a long time, Jing Shijialan breathed a sigh of relief.

Without this breath, his whole body was tense, and Jing Shijialan's forehead, neck, and whole body were instantly soaked in beads of sweat.

And the uncompromising secrecy on his face, the emptiness in his eyes was swept away, replaced by shock and endless worry.

Yan'er, Yan'er, you must persevere.

. . .

From the extreme abyss, Fengtian Palace.

The young master in brocade clothes stood in front of a palace gate, tall and straight but without a condescending posture, his whole person exuded a polite and humble gentlemanly demeanor.

Young Master Pianpian is none other than Ren Yuanzhen of the Manzhu Shenhua Clan.

"See Mr. Ren."

A maid was saluting by the door, she was respectful and courteous, she was well-mannered, she was dressed in expensive satin, she didn't look like a maid at all, but more like a daughter of a rich family.

"My lord is taking a bath, please wait a moment, Mr. Ren."

Just as Ren Yuanzhen was about to say yes, another girl in exactly the same dress walked out quickly, bowed first, and then bent down and bowed her head to greet the direction behind her:

"Young master Ren, the lord welcomes you."

"It doesn't matter." Ren Yuanzhen said with a smile, "Please take a bath with Venerable Feng, I have nothing to do, just wait here for a while."

Ren Yuanzhen didn't have the habit of going in to discuss things when women were taking a bath.

But the maid insisted: "Young Master Ren, don't worry, just go in."

Since other girls don't mind, if Ren Yuanzhen evades again, it will look artificial.

So Ren Yuanzhen nodded with a smile, and walked in.

(End of this chapter)