It's a pity that people in Feiyu Pavilion don't have the leisure and relaxation to feel this kind of comfort.
The wind was turbulent, and the woman, who was tender inside and scorched outside by the thunder, took a long time to regain her breath. She looked at Hai Mofeng in disbelief and said, "Really?"
Hai Mofeng didn't look at the woman or speak when he heard this.
He just stretched out his hand and slowly touched Huo'er's head. His expression and posture revealed care and gentleness in every movement.
There are no words, but the silent language has said too much.
The girl looked at Huo'er who was in Hai Mofeng's arms and glared at her fiercely, and at Hai Mofeng who was caressing Huo'er tenderly, she understood.
Then he gritted his teeth and stood up: "In that case, I won't be a villain who ruins other people's feelings. Just pretend that I haven't mentioned this matter.
Young Sect Leader, I wish your family peace and happiness forever."
After saying that, he turned around and left quickly with a flick of the wind toward Hai Mo.
This woman is someone who can both take things and let them go.
Hai Mofeng didn't hold back and just nodded lightly.
The wind blew gently and Feiyu Pavilion became quiet.
After Hai Mofeng watched the woman go away, he slowly lowered his head and stared at Huo'er in his arms. The gentle expression just now did not fade away, but the sharp knife under the gentleness began to emerge.
When Huo'er saw it, he immediately laughed twice, turned around and wanted to run away.
Haimo Fengben's hand that was caressing Huo'er's head retracted and he grabbed Huo'er's neck.
From the gap between his teeth, he said with extreme tenderness and indifference: "Dad? Huo'er, let's talk about when your mother and I gave birth to you."
Huo'er shivered when he heard the sound, and immediately screamed towards Xuan'er's ambush: "Husband, help me."
Xuan'er, who was hiding in the grass, saw that he couldn't hide anymore. He straightened his clothes and stood up. He waved to Hai Mofeng with a smile on his face: "Uncle Hai."
Hai Mofeng turned his head and glanced at Xuan'er who emerged from the grass, holding the fire and saying nothing.
Seeing this, Xuan'er stepped forward and hugged Huo'er, and Huo'er immediately clawed at Xuan'er's clothes.
But Hai Mofeng refused to tighten his grip on its neck.