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And beside this masked figure is a tiny fairy and a fairy with long, bright legs.

The three of them wore a sheet of sheets and shrunk into groups, obviously they should be very pleased with the image.

But Aunt Miaoqing couldn't laugh at all.

This combination, these three members...

“Ancient Saint the Spirit Butterfly! ”

“Su Shan Xuansheng! ”

And that name could make a terrible pregnancy.

“Ba... Ba Song Xuansheng!” Aunt Miaoqing lost her voice.

All of a sudden, she called her voice, frightening the scholars at the Canghai, Song Daddy and Song Mommy.

Canghai suddenly heard the name, just feeling physically stiff: “What? ”

Why did Miao Ching-do suddenly call out this unspeakable name?

“Ba... Ba Song...” Miao Qingdao pointed at the corner of the window, his tongue knotted, and he stuttered. Even Song Daddy heard a cry from the girl's voice.

Song Mama turned her head and looked to Song Shuhang, the culprit shrunk in the corner of the window.

The road name ‘Big Song' seems to be the road number of my son. Song Shuhang mentioned this earlier in the conversation.

What's so horrible about my stupid Iron Son?

“Pa, Pa, Senior Song!” Canghai, guided by Aunt Miao Qingdao, finally saw the existence of this legendary taboo.

The next moment, there was a void in the brain of the Canghai scholar.

Why did Senior Big Song show up here? This horrible predecessor just finished his fifth epitome... should be busy right now?

Is it a hallucination?

No, not hallucinations! It's the real Song Xuansheng! He stood five meters away from himself. Now they're breathing the same space as Big Song!

In an instant, millions of thoughts come to mind.

But why is Senior Big Song here? Why are they being targeted by Song Xuansheng?

There's no reason.

They're just ordinary practitioners. There's no reason to attract the attention of Senior Big Song?

10,000 Canghai scholars can't figure it out.

He couldn't help pushing his hand toward his abdomen.

Instinct made him want to avoid the eyes of Xuansheng Song, but he didn't listen to his call and dared not move easily.

……

……

Daddy Song looked at the two quail shaken staff and then at his son.

Is your son the devil?

Why are these two staff members that I've never seen scared like this?

Besides, the pronunciation of 'Dad Song’ sounds so shameful.

The scene was silent.

The lady, who had a lovely voice, also saw the strangeness of the situation and did not dare to speak easily.

Half a mile later.

“Book voyage?” Daddy Song shouted.

Has my son ever done anything angry? You scare people like that?

“Alas." Song Shuhang pushed his mask, reaching out and pulling the same style of 'Everything Can Sell Big Man' apart.

Some people, like the sun in the sky, will be found no matter how they hide.

“I knew we couldn't hide.” Souzi Yu giggled.

Su Shi A XVI reached out and took the 'sheet' from Song Shu's sailor, his face was red.

“Cough, that's something.” Song Shuhang waved: “Don't be afraid, I won't eat you. Calm down, don't scare my family. ”

The rich experience also gave Song Shuhang some ‘big seniors’ temperament.

Canghai and Miao Qingdao took a breath and tried to calm themselves down.

Besides... What did Song Xuansheng just say?

His family?

Canghai and Miao Qingdao couldn't help but look at these seemingly young Song couple.

Is it true that the Songs are descended from the blood of Xuansheng Song?

It turns out, the reason why Song Xuansheng will appear here can be clearly explained! Big seniors like Big Song seniors, a lockdown could be a thousand years, even longer.

When he leaves customs, he searches for his own blood, something that is not uncommon in the real world.

[No wonder when I read Mr. Song's data before, I felt that he was similar to his predecessor Song, originally descended from Song Xuansheng. In that case, the foetus in Madame Song's belly, it would be terrible!] Miao Qingdao's heart is hidden.

With an ancient ancestral town such as the predecessor Song, and the excellent potential of the fetus in Mrs. Song's belly, the birth of this child in the future will definitely become the most dazzling existence of an era. Enviable.

After ascertaining the reasons for the presence of Pa Song's predecessors here, there was a lot of peace in the hearts of Canghai scholars and Miao Qingdao.

“Overseas Immortal Island Book and Sword Pavilion disciple Cang Hai scholar, met Senior Master Song, met Ancient Saint Spiritual Butterfly, met Saint Su Shan.” Canghai students made a respectful gift to Song Shuhang, Yoko Yu and Su Shi 'an XVI.

“Xiu Optimistic disciple Miaoqing, has seen Ba... Ba Song Senior, Ling Butterfly Senior, Su Shan Senior.” Aunt Miaoqing's tongue is still tied.

“You don't have to be polite.” Song Shuhang pushed the mask up and revealed the beautiful second half of his face: “The two little friends worked hard. ”

Say it, Song Shuhang's consciousness began to look up in his‘ bracelet space ’and‘ core world ’, and wanted to find something suitable to give to the younger generations.

But after half a day... he couldn't even turn out the right treasure.

The King's treasure level is too high to reward younger generations.

Low-grade treasures and previously harvested loot were emptied of Kryptonite gold, leaving only a few days of people's storage vials.

You want to reward the bottle again?

Awkward.

Think about it, give the handle 'Coordinate Wooden Knife’ meaning. A wooden knife containing his knife, the 'knife armor’ of the knife can block a fatal blow for a lower order monk.

“When I first met you, I didn't have anything good to give to two little friends.” Song Shuhang smiled slightly, reaching out and preparing to take out the coordinate wooden knife.

But I don't know, when he said that, the sea scholars and Miaoqing Dao Aunt were almost frightened to cry.

The most powerful practitioner of the heavens and the earth, who does not know that Xuansheng Pang Song is to send pregnancy with his eyes.

I don't have anything to give you, so I'll give you a doll?

“No, Senior Big Song, really. Responsibilities, we would never dare to accept the gifts of Senior Song.” Canghai scholars and Miaoqing Dao's aunts waved hands together.

Seeing the two Daoists like the birds in the bow, Song Shuhang's small hand of ‘Coordinated Wooden Knife’ was slightly stiff.

How do we communicate in this state?

It's not, the atmosphere is embarrassing again.

Just slow down the gift-giving thing.

“Cough.” Song Shuhang coughed softly, turning around and saying to Song Daddy: “So, Daddy, see? Actually, I'm also a little famous in the real world. ”

You are more than a little famous. If you are a little famous, there will be no celebrities in all the heavens. The writer and the Taoist aunt secretly said.

But a moment later, the brains of the two suddenly trembled.

Wait a minute, what did Xuansheng Pang Song just call Mr. Song?

Dad?

Am I right, Dad?

This Mr. Song is not a descendant of Song Xuansheng, but a father of Song?