Little Phoenix Loves Her Martial Uncle

There are too many questions to ask, but not a word.

Don't know why, see this person, the wind is warm, in the heart a little doubt all have no.

At a glance, he felt that he was a close relative of his own blood, even though he was just so quiet.

The person she likes should be so beautiful, just like what she likes.

This person is her warm father.

Xu is that person's slow reaction is too amazing, the wind warm looked at him for a long time, can't help but stretch out his hand, want to touch this often appear in the mother's dream but always not true cheek.

Her small hand is very close to Yun Jin's face, but her eyes suddenly open at this moment. Her eyes are cold and look down on everything.

Water drops with cold attack, the wind warm unprepared by a blow, pop up a few steps, landed not far away under the pear tree, this one, seemingly fierce, in fact, is no strength of the virtual move.

She did not think that her father would look at her in such a light way, without the touching scene of father daughter recognition in the drama, and without other expressions.

In the blink of an eye, a person dressed in white and relegated to immortals fell in front of her. Looking at her, there was a trace of doubt in her eyes, but her eyes still had no temperature.

"Dad... Dad..." Feng wennuan looked at him, half lying on the ground, big eyes crying tears, a voice calling him, the voice is soft and waxy.

No matter he is spotless, yunjinxianzun can't bear to see it. What's more, the Black Turtle lying on the warm side of the wind, he knows, has been following Fengxi's mysterious song.

For her sudden address, Yun Jin just slightly meal, slowly stretched out a hand like jade towards her.

"Daddy's hands are so beautiful!" With his hand, the little girl happily got up, just the pain seemed never to exist in general, holding his hand, in no intention to let go.

"Where are you from?" Cloud sincerely good-looking eyebrow tiny a pick: "also, why say this Zun is your father?"

"Because dad is a warm Dad!" The little girl holds the hand of the beautiful man's father, with a sunny smile on her face, and has no image.

"What's your name?" Cloud sincerely suddenly hear what important thing, forget to care about other.

"The wind is warm!"

It was hundreds of years ago, Feng Xi, who mistakenly drank the mother river, looked at Yun Jin and asked: "uncle, if I really have a baby, what should I do?"

"Martial uncle, what if I have children? Do you want to be his father? No, you must be his father, Wuwu." Feng Xi sees he doesn't talk, more and more nervous chatter endlessly.

Don't be a father. Yun Jin was asked with a slight blush: "well, Xier, all living things have their destiny. If you drink the mother river by mistake and give birth to a child, you are one of all living beings. Mother and son are the most noble family in the world. Naturally, I will treat her the same as you!"

"Martial uncle, what's the name of our baby?"

This question, Feng Xi just cried to ask her if she had a baby what to do, so soon became a baby to take what name is good, cloud Jin for Feng Xi's emotional conversion speed was surprised, slightly pondered: "warm."

"Warm!" Feng Xi repeated, the pure smile on his face is growing bigger and bigger unconsciously.

Cloud jinxianzun can't help murmuring: "wind light old man back, cloud warm habitat Phoenix back!"

"Warm, warm, nice to hear!" Feng Xi couldn't understand the meaning of the sentence behind Yun Jin. She just felt the word "warm". With the clean voice of martial uncle, it warmed her heart. She couldn't help but sigh: "it's enough to have a martial uncle in life!"

Is that really enough?

If Fengxi has always been the pattern of that time, it's OK!

It's a pity that no matter how warm he was, he couldn't cover up the fact that he hurt her with his own hands.

"Warm. You are warm. " Yun Jin seems to be talking to himself, showing a faint smile, slightly bent over, stretched out his hand and gently stroked her head.

It seems that the patterns of many years ago are overlapping.

Meinan's father knew her. Fengnuan was surprised: "yes, Dad, I am Nuan!"

Mingming was very happy, but the little girl's tears came like a flood. Without saying a word, she cried with Yunjin's arm.

Rao is Yun Jin Xian Zun, who is so indifferent as water, can't help but be flustered by her crying. He quickly asks, "warm, did you hurt just now?"

The little girl didn't answer, crying all the time.

Yunjin suddenly at a loss, had to really the whole person squatted down, let her nose tears to his body.

It seems that there is no trace of anger in immortal Zun, who has always been addicted to cleanliness. Exhausted xuange simply faints.

"Wuwu... Wuwu. Sobbing. " The cry is incessant in the ear, cloud sincerely plain hand have no idea, have to lightly pat her small back, good let her cry of smooth some.

"Daddy, hold it!" The little girl's red eyes are looking at the coquettish behavior of her father.

The latter looked at her mouth with a slight wriggling, after half a sound, but just sighed and gently held her up.

There is really no reason to refuse, so please do it!

Who let, who let her is a miniature version of her

It turns out that Dad's embrace is like this, with a touch of pear flower fragrance and the warmth that his mother has always missed.

Nuan Nuan rubbed contentedly in his arms and instantly forgot to cry. It took a lot of effort to hang his little arms around Yun Jin's neck, one big and one small looking at each other, and asked him: "Dad, Dad, did you forget your way home, so you didn't come to find Nuan Nuan and his mother all the time?"

In front of me, there are crystal tears on my young cheek, just like a jade doll.

"Yes. Yes Yun Jin's hand some trembles for her to brush away her tears, no wave no LAN for thousands of years in the dark eyes faint moist up.

In general, Fengxi always can't find the way home, so wennuan thinks her father is like this!

"Will you take dad home with you?" The little girl fell to the ground and looked at him with bright eyes, full of expectation.

Yun Jin did not speak, as if he was trying to endure something, until the blood on his face faded away, and then his bones began to ache inch by inch.

I don't know how many times I used to meditate with my knees crossed. The immortal power of my whole body is very weak. The white aperture seems to be absent, but my pretty eyebrows can't help wrinkling and tightening.

"Dad, Dad, what's the matter with you?" Feng wennuan was frightened by the sudden scene. Looking at the beautiful man's appearance, she could not help but show a worried look. Suddenly she remembered something and tried to scratch the half dead xuange on the ground.

Pretending to be dead, xuange climbed up to Yunjin and asked carefully: "immortal, xuange only asked you one question. When the stupid bird Phoenix was robbed for 300 years, there were 9999 lights that lit up the sky, but you ignited them with your own flesh and blood to lead her back to her place?"