An'er looked at Xuanjue, and all the expressions in his eyes turned into shock, incredible, and the unbreakable ties in his bloodline.

His eyes looked at Xuanjue's face that looked so similar to him, his little heart was beating uncontrollably, and even made him feel the extreme excitement and cheer.

Not only An'er stared at Xuan Jue's face.

Even Xuanjue kept staring at An Er's tender face, starting from the moment An Er appeared.

Xuanjue's eyes, which were as dark as an ancient pool, faced An'er's enchanting spirit, and I don't know what I remembered, and instantly returned to his original coldness.

While looking at each other at the same time, Qingyuan also noticed something was wrong in the air. The strange atmosphere made him face his honest big white and blue eyes at this moment.

He was so aggressive that he wanted to bite their big white wolf to death. At this time, he was obediently squatting beside the little boy who was younger than him.

Looking at such a well-behaved Dabai, Qingyuan still cannot forget its fierce look before.

Qingyuan put his eyes next to the little boy again, but this time he noticed something strange.

The little boy's face looked very familiar. He looked up and down again and found that even the child's face and his cool and cold temperament were similar to his Senior Brother Xuanjue.

No, or it was carved out of a mold.

Only Qingyuan was the last to notice such an obvious strangeness.

He even looked at An'er with great surprise: "Your kid looks similar to my senior brother, so it's his younger brother."

It’s not because Qingyuan thinks so, just because his senior brother Xuanjue is actually less powerful than him. He is cold and cold on weekdays and has aura that keeps people from thousands of miles away. Which woman can stand him?

If he had a son, it would be even more strange than the sky.

The most important thing is that the senior brother entered Dayin Temple earlier than him, five years ago.

At that time, the senior brother looked so immature, like a young man. Although he is now able to maintain his beauty and has not seen him change much from a few years ago, based on Qingyuan's various perspectives, he felt that Senior Brother Xuanjue was not like a married man, let alone having children.

As Qingyuan said something speculated, Xuanjue and An'er had different expressions on their faces.

Xuanjue's eyes lit up and then he returned to his original state, but the previous expression of distress that made him very entangled disappeared.

An'er was different. He glared at Qingyuan fiercely, wishing he could stuff a cloth towel, and no one would think he was mute if he didn't say anything.

Since seeing Xuanjue's face, An'er's cold aura has faded away. He controlled his excitement as much as possible, his eyes were bright, and he stared at Xuanjue with great anticipation.

Facing his expectant eyes, Xuanjue lowered his eyes. He untied the Buddhist beads that had been wrapped around his wrist when the white wolf appeared, and then wrapped the Buddhist beads on his palm, put their hands together and recited Amitabha.

At this moment, An'er knew very well that Xuanjue in front of her was his and his mother, the father he had been looking for for many years.

That kind of blood ties and a kind of previous sense of mutual perception, which made him believe that this person was his father.

But facing Xuan Jue's evasive gaze, An Er was a little injured.

There was no excitement or expectation in the other person's eyes, nor any other emotions, and even seemed a little cold, treating him like a stranger he had never known.
Chapter completed!