"Feiyang, can't you go back?" Looking at Chu Feiyang's white hair flying, although Chu Feiyang's face is still young, it always makes Mo Lifeng, the poisonous hand medicine king, feel a bit shocking.
Because in the eyes of the Poison Hand Medicine King, as long as he saw Chu Feiyang's white hair flying, he would quickly think of Chu Feiyang's efforts and struggles when healing Chu Aoyu's injuries.
"I shouldn't be able to go back for the time being. Now every hair of mine is filled with deadly poison!" Chu Feiyang said so-called, "But you don't have to worry, Feiyang has the ability to control them! And
, actually I think having white hair is pretty good, at least it makes me look more mature, right, dad?"
"Of course. Whether my son, Chu Aoyu, has black hair, red hair, or white hair, it is a symbol of maturity!" Chu Aoyu actually wanted to cry at this time, and wanted to do it again.
Tears, but looking at his son's pure eyes, Chu Aoyu only had pride and pride in his eyes!
"Hahaha, he is indeed my father, and he has the right temper with me!" Chu Feiyang laughed, and he was also happy from the bottom of his heart!
"Pa!" However, Chu Aoyu slowly walked towards Chu Feiyang, and then gave Chu Feiyang a slap on the head. It was not heavy, but it made a sound, "I dare to talk like this to you, I want to find
You got it, right? Don’t think that if you and I can’t beat you now, you can just treat me as your opponent, do you understand?”
"Senior Brother Cheap has the same virtue, relying on his elders to show off his talents!" Chu Feiyang didn't care at all, and then he directly hooked Chu Aoyu's shoulders and dragged Chu Aoyu outside half-tugged.
"You brat, what are you doing? If you don't let me go quickly, do you know that I am a wounded person?"
"Mom and aunt are still waiting outside to see you. Why, dad has been hiding for twenty years, and he still wants to hide from mom and them? Hehehehe" Chu Feiyang said with an evil smile, "Don't be afraid to tell me
You, I am still counting on you to create some younger brothers and sisters for me, so work hard!"
"You brat, are you looking for death? Uh-huh, everyone, don't get sick." Just when Chu Aoyu wanted to continue scolding Chu Feiyang, the door of the room had been opened, and all of Chu Aoyu's
The beautiful concubine and one of Chu Feiyang's beauties also looked at the father and son with red eyes, especially when Chu Aoyu saw Yan Wu'er, whose eyes were blurry with tears, and all the beauties around her.
At that time, he was able to talk for a while.
"Aoyu"
"Aoyu"
"Brother Yu"
"Brother Yu"
Then came the surging crowd, all of them rushing towards Chu Aoyu. Of course, Chu Feiyang avoided Chu Aoyu's request for help very easily, and then ducked to Yun Ziling and others. Of course, at this time, Chu Feiyang also
Only then did he realize that his mother, who was also his father's first wife, did not go to Chu Aoyu's side, but looked at Chu Feiyang with blurred eyes and a look of distress on her face!
Thirty hours, which is less than three days in total, but my son, who is only in his early twenties, has become like a white-headed man in order to save his father. What's more important is that before
As a mother, Yan Wuer couldn't hear Chu Feiyang's roaring and struggling voice, and how could she not feel heartbroken.
At that time, Yan Wuer really thought about it, was it really worth it to make her son go through such pain to save his father? Could she really tolerate it as a mother? Even though she loved herself so deeply.
She is a husband who loves her man deeply. However, she has no answer. No matter in her heart, in her mind or in her eyes, she has no answer. There are only contradictions, many contradictions!
"Feiyang, my child has suffered so much for you!" Yan Wu'er choked out these few words at this time, stretched out her hands to caress her son's face, and slowly touched the already white-haired boy.
Head, tears could not stop flowing down.
Yun Ziling, Dongfang Qingying, Qiu Xinyi, Jiang Qingya, Jiang Junyue and other beauties could not help but shed tears. Their minds were echoing with the memories of their men in the past few hours.
The painful and ferocious voice, and now Chu Feiyang...