The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Jomo saw Xiao Zi looking like this, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and he couldn't help but worry: “What's wrong with you? Are you okay?”

At the same time, he looked in that direction, as if nothing strange was going on. He just looked like a monster. How could he be so desperate as to lose his soul, as if he had lost his money? What is this? Is there really no problem?

Does this man Xiao Zi seek to know? But it doesn't feel right to think about it. If Xiao Zihui really knew him, there would be no such thing as Heart Demon after he first came here and left, but if he didn't, his reaction wouldn't be so great.

Xiao Zi looked at the place dying, his eyes, he felt very familiar, as if he had such a pair of eyes in his memory, always looked at him with kindness.

But since when? These eyes disappeared from him. Xiao Zihun's stunning appearance made Xiao Zihun feel even stranger.

After a few shouts and no response, Xiao Zihun got a little impatient and slapped him directly: “What the hell are you like? To whom? ”

Xiao Zi turned his head and looked at Season Qing. The expression on his face was a bit ugly: “What are you doing? ”

“What am I doing? What am I asking you for? What are you trying to do like this? It's ugly.” Xiao Zihui said in disgust.

Xiao Zi frowned and wrinkled tightly. After watching Jomo for a long time, he asked indifferently: “That man is most likely my father. ”

This is not only Jomo, but also Ning Mengyao on the side. They also looked at Xiao Zizhu very unexpectedly: “Are you kidding us? ”

This man is his father? But it looks amazing.

Xiao Zi frowned. In fact, he wasn't quite sure: “Actually, I wasn't so sure, but his eyes were really familiar, just like his father's eyes in memory. ”

Jomo looked at the monster and looked at Xiao Zihun in front of him. His friends looked so good, how could he have such a father? It doesn't look like much.

“Why don't I look alike?” Jomo muttered.

Xiao Zi frowned and glanced at Jomo: “I am similar to my father on seven or eight levels. Do you think we look alike? ”

Jomo thought about it and nodded: “Wait until we ask Sugar and Uncle Nanyu if this person can survive, if...”

“It doesn't matter." Xiao Zi shook his head gently. If he could survive, it would be his luck. If he couldn't survive, he couldn't help it. After all, all these things depended on fate.

It was good to know that his father was still alive, and Xiao Zihun's demon disappeared after knowing that he was his father.

This is his father, and his casual memory is a little blurred, but he can still remember clearly that his father is the best person for him.

Xiao Zi turned his head and looked at Qiaomo in front of him. He said very seriously: “Qiaomo help me save my father, regardless of the end result, my life will be sold to you with a hunting cloud ride. ”

Jomo glanced at Xiao Zi and asked: "Do I look like someone who wants my friends dead? Besides, who do I want to kill?” He's got a lot of people in his hands. Is that rare? Isn't that too much for him?

Xiao Zi looked at Jomo and shook his head and said, “I know you're not bad, but you don't know what this means to me. My father wants to save him. ”