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Chapter 1237 Father's love is like a mountain (1)

As if Di Cang hadn't heard Long Yan's words, the golden blood flowed down his wrist and penetrated into Bai Yan's wound...

As the wound gradually recovered, Bai Yan's originally pale face gradually returned to blood, and her weak breathing also stabilized.

Seeing this, Di Cang's tightly held heart slowly fell down.

His gloomy and terrifying eyes swept towards Ling Zun not far away, and even the temperature around him dropped a lot, making the people standing beside him feel as if they were in hell and were creepy.

Long Yan opened his mouth in surprise, trying to say something, but after seeing the man's gloomy face, he could not continue to say anything, and just stood silently behind him.

"boom!"

Bai Xiaochen's small fist was extremely fierce. Under his fierce attack, Ling Zun's body was forced to retreat layer by layer. Endless panic surged in his heart, and cold sweat on his forehead also oozed.

But at this moment, he felt a cold look. When he looked up, he immediately saw a familiar and stunning face.

At that moment, Ling Zun's heart trembled with fear, and a terror appeared in his eyes. He quickly turned around, no longer cared about anything else, and ran towards the valley behind him.

Bai Xiaochen got up, his small body turned into a bolt of lightning and chased Ling Zun. However, just as he was about to chase Ling Zun, Ling Zun's body suddenly disappeared...

Yes, it disappeared out of thin air, without a trace, only the fluctuations in the air proved his existence just now.

Bai Xiaochen could not find the target of attack for a moment, and the hostility suddenly burst out. A small fist hit the ancient tree beside him, smashing the ancient tree to a loud bang.

"This..." Bai Ning was stunned for a moment. She didn't care about Bai Yan on the ground and stood up quickly, staring at Bai Xiaochen who was looking for the target of attack in astonishment.

But……

There was no one else in Bai Xiaochen's pupils. His angry voice was filled with pain. The wind ripped out of his body was strong and gloomy, destroying all the trees around him and moving them to a flat ground.

"Chen'er!"

Bai Ning's heart trembled for a moment, and he hurriedly flew towards Bai Xiaochen, and in an instant it had already landed in front of her.

However, Bai Xiaochen's fist did not close, his eyes were bloodthirsty and cruel, and his expressionless attacked Bai Ning.

The monstrous aura made Bai Ning's body unable to move, and he could only look at the fist that had reached her in surprise...

However, when Bai Xiaochen's fist approached Bai Ning, he was stopped by one hand.

Under the strong wind, the man was wearing a purple robe, noble and evil, and his silver hair was flying, so beautiful that people could forget their breathing.

However, the man now has a pale face, frowns, and his domineering eyebrows and eyes are coldly looking at the little bun in front of him. His body has taken a few steps back due to this attack.

"Bai Xiaochen!"

The man's voice was low and he asked expressionlessly: "Do you still recognize who I am?"

Bai Xiaochen didn't say anything. His tender face was no longer as innocent and lively as before, but was shrouded in a bloodthirsty murderous aura.

There was only one thought in his mind.

Kill everyone and avenge your mother!

Hate and anger had already filled his little heart, so that the red light in his pupils became even more intense. His fists fell down like a storm, and the robe was also raised in the strong wind.
Chapter completed!
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