After rebirth, Pei Jiuye overturned raising cubs

Duan Jiangrui rubbed his forehead, his expression was very tangled, he said to Duan Zhenghong, "Father, I really can't remember."

As soon as he finished speaking, a fragment suddenly flashed in his mind.

It was when he was a teenager, when Young Patriarch Yan was personally instructing him on the Yan family's martial arts, the other party's elegant figure was spinning in the air, and the moment he looked back, his smiling and gentle eyes were very clear.

The narrow and long eye tails are slightly upturned, and the flowing eyes are particularly attractive, especially when the other party is half-squinting, it gives people a feeling of smiling.

Those are a pair of very charming, full of charm, extremely beautiful eyes.

Even after so many years, this scene is still deep in Duan Jiangrui's mind.

It has to be said that Patriarch Yan's eyes are almost [-]% similar to Qiao Luoyan's beautiful eyes.

Duan Jiangrui's face changed slightly, he put down his hand on his forehead, and his expression became serious: "Father, do you mean that Qiao Luoyan is from the Yan family?"

If this is the case, this matter is very serious.

Duan Zhenghong touched the brocade box with the Xisui Pill in his hand, and said in deep thought: "She knows the martial arts that the Yan family gave to the Duan family, and also has strange medical skills compared with traditional medicine.

His mood also fell down, and his hands kept moving to comfort his wife.

Yan Zhiang patted Lin Su's back lightly, and sighed, "Our Luoluo is seventeen this year."

Haicheng, Jingxiao Mountain.

Just now, she clearly heard her daughter calling her helplessly.

She held Yan Zhiang's nightgown tightly with her hands, crying with anxiety: "I always feel that Luoer will hate us, if we didn't retreat and advance to the cultivation level, she wouldn't throw it away, so we won't be separated Nearly seven years."

"Luoer, mother is here."

Yan Zhiang's cold and resolute lips slowly curled up, his eyes darkened slightly, and he said in a firm tone, "I will find my daughter this time, I did a fortune-telling again the day before yesterday, and the fortune-telling is auspicious, this time we will definitely get what we want .”

Duan Zhenghong handed the brocade box containing the Xisui Pill to his son: "You go home immediately, put away the Xisui Pill, and then set off for Jingxiao Mountain in Haicheng to meet the Yan family in person."

He dried his damp hair with internal force, and walked towards the only bed in the room.

Lin Su was shaken awake, her tear-soaked eyes were still full of sadness.

"That's what I meant!"

Due to excessive cultivation, Lin Su was physically and mentally exhausted, and his upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

Lin Su, who was drowsy, listened to the movement behind him, felt the warm and tolerant aura attached to him, and said in a low voice, "Mmm—"

Yan Ziang, the head of the Yan family, and his wife Lin Su are practicing in seclusion.

Duan Zhenghong patted his son's shoulder vigorously, and said in a solemn voice: "Hurry up and come back, you have to come back before the end of the ancient martial arts meeting, you can't let the Shen family get the limelight at this meeting."

Duan Jiangrui squeezed the brocade box in his hand, and promised in a deep voice: "I'll go right away!"

Duan Jiangrui nodded vigorously: "Yes, father!"

His eyes were burning, and his voice couldn't hide his excitement: "If this is the case, we must contact Yan's family as soon as possible, and it is best to confirm Qiao Luoyan's identity as soon as possible."

She was lying on the couch made of warm jade, her white arm like a lotus root was stretched out, and she casually rested on the edge of the bed, making the skin of that hand more shiny and delicate.

Today I saw that Qiao Luoyan's brows and eyes were young, but he was vaguely similar to the Yan family. I had every reason to suspect that this child should be the child of the Yan family who had been lost for many years. "

Recalling that six or seven years ago, the head of the Yan family lost his little daughter and mobilized ancient warriors from all over the country to look for it. The scene was so massive, so many people looked for the daughter of the Yan family, but unfortunately they found nothing.

"Luoer, Luoer, don't cry..."

As a mother, Lin Su said almost immediately, "Well, there are still two months left, and Luo Luo's birthday will be here."

The loss of his youngest daughter has always been the most painful thing for Yan Zhiang.

Lin Su withdrew from his arms, wiped away the tears on his face with his hands, and looked at him expectantly.

Duan Jiangrui also thought of the scene of the Yan family looking for someone with great fanfare a few years ago, and he was still a little shocked.

He got up and went to the bathroom, his tall figure was very visually stunning.

As far as Patriarch Yan's good figure is concerned, he is not inferior to those young people today.

As soon as he took a few steps, he heard a choked up murmur.

Lin Su was lying on the bedside, like a nightmare, talking in her sleep, her face was soaked with tears like rain.

"This is a photo I just secretly took. Show it to Yan's family and let them confirm it with their own eyes."

Yan Ziang saw that his wife was extremely tired, so he pulled up the quilt at the end of the bed and covered her lightly.

Yan Ziang strode forward and shook Lin Su's body vigorously: "Susu, wake up!"

The more he spoke, the more determined his tone became, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Yan Ziang held her in his arms, patted her on the back lightly, and comforted her softly: "Don't cry, Xuyan has already gone to the capital to find Luoluo, I believe there will be news soon."

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Yan's wife, Lin Su, who has reached the age of her life, has a delicate and beautiful face, and her skin is as creamy as a girl in her early twenties who just walked out of school.

Yan Zhiang, who stayed in the bathroom for a few minutes, came out soon.

The tears in Lin Su's eyes didn't stop, her heart seemed to be tightly squeezed by someone, that kind of heart-wrenching feeling made her very sad.

A slender and strong hand reached out to wipe the sweat off her face, and a magnetic voice sounded: "Go to sleep, today is over."

The exercises they practice require the physical and spiritual communication of the husband and wife, and then achieve the ultimate inseparability, the unity of body and mind, so that the pure spiritual power in the body can be tempered.

Perfect muscular lines, wide and strong latissimus dorsi, and thick hormones overflowing the room, it is very difficult for anyone who sees him to resist his restrained domineering.

Not only Lin Su, but even Yan Ziang's outstanding appearance, he looks about 30 years old, who can find the slightest trace of someone in his 50s from him.

Seeing her husband sitting by the bed, she threw herself into his arms, and said in a painful voice, "Brother Ziang, I dreamed of Luo Er, she was crying, she was crying for me!"

There is no trace of 50 years old on her body, and it seems that everyone has taken care of her over the years.

After finishing speaking, he took out his mobile phone to open the photo album, took the photo of Qiao Luoyan lying on the bed in Pei's room, and sent it to Duan Jiangrui's mobile phone.

"Really?"

You must know that the Yan family has exhausted all means to find their daughter over the years.

They summoned many ancient warriors in the name of Yan's family to find them, but they found no trace, and even used divination techniques to search for them. Every time they got no solution, it seemed that there was a force in the dark to stop them.

Getting auspicious hexagrams this time is enough to show that it is a good sign.

Yan Zhiang rubbed his wife's messy hair, and looked at her tenderly: "Really, believe me, the Yan family's divination skills have never failed."