The Concubine of the Phoenix Conquers the World

Although Master Lin was angry, he could tell that he still cared about Lin Zixuan very much!

For the sake of his son, he, a father, would risk his life at all costs, so how could he really stop him from pursuing what he loves.

The parental level is barely over, and then someone will have to make some other efforts.

As soon as Lin Zixuan heard that Ning Yun was in a very bad condition, he wanted to fly to her side immediately, but with his current physical condition, it was somewhat unrealistic.

"Don't worry, let's take a good rest for two days, and then go on the road when your body recovers, otherwise you can't even take care of yourself, how can you protect her?"

No matter how anxious Lin Zixuan was, he also knew that what Ah Chen said was the truth, and he had to appear in front of Yun'er in a good state.

"Then, are you sure Yun'er can be safe these days when I'm not here? What if something happens to her?"

The man smiled lightly, like a ray of breeze to calm all the worries in his heart, "Then you should make yourself better quickly, otherwise everything you worry about will be meaningless."

Lin Zixuan finally found the faith and hope of living again. When the man brought the medicine in front of him, he didn't care how bitter the soup was and drank it directly.

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On the branches of the moon, mist shrouded the lush and lush courtyard, becoming more and more quiet.

At night, Hongluan became more and more energized and paid attention to the surrounding movement to protect the safety of the mother and child in the house.

But for some unknown reason, she felt that she was getting tired gradually, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally she lost consciousness and fell on the doorstep.

The door suddenly opened without wind, and a figure dressed in white fluttered in like a ghost. At this time, the moonlight disappeared into the clouds, and the earth returned to darkness, as if nothing had happened.

Feng Yinshuang still slept soundly. Beside her, a little man carved from pink and jade also slept soundly. After sensing the coldness, she subconsciously slid into her warm and soft arms. With a drill, the eyes of the man standing beside him suddenly became dark.

This stinky boy is very comfortable, and now he has been deprived of his original position, how can he let him sleep at ease?

After a quarter of an hour, the room became silent again, and even the candle burning by the bed did not know when it was extinguished.

Feng Yinshuang subconsciously touched her side, but found nothing. She frowned slightly, took a pillow into her arms, and finally fell asleep peacefully.

The little doll's dream came to an end the moment the cold wind hit her.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw darkness, only the whistling of the wind could be heard in his ears, but he was wrapped in a large sleeve robe, pure white as snow, embroidered with gold and silver threads. The pattern that came out looked very familiar.

Even if he hadn't recognized it yet, the familiar cold fragrance should have made him more than half awake in an instant.

"Dad... Daddy?"

He finally called out the name, and successfully made the figure flying in mid-air froze, and then brought him to the ground smoothly.

One is tall, one is short, one is big and one is small, one is as handsome as jade, graceful and immortal, as if nine days of mortal dust have descended into the world, one is white and tender like a powder ball, but it is completely carved out of a mold.

The most amazing thing in this world is blood, which can make them so similar.