Chapter 122 Flying with the sword (thousand words)
Sure enough, under the bright moonlight, a black spot was enlarging rapidly, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a person flying in.
"This..., there really is someone who can fly!"
Although Ye Feng has accepted the culture of cultivation, it is still difficult for him to accept that people can fly freely.
"Hehe, it's my dad!"
Sheng'er rolled her eyes at Ye Feng and shouted happily.
"How is it possible that you can see clearly from so far away?"
Ye Feng really didn't believe it. With his eyesight, he couldn't even see what that person looked like.
"You're so stupid. Did you forget my birthstone? It's sensitive."
Sheng'er really felt more and more that Ye Feng was just a cultivator idiot, why didn't he understand any cultivator culture?
Ye Feng blushed. Fortunately, it was so late at night that no one noticed it, so he didn't need to distinguish anything.
Of course, there was no need to distinguish, because the man was flying so fast that he had already arrived as soon as he spoke.
Ye Feng could clearly see that the man had a golden sword under his feet. When he reached the sky, he circled and jumped down. With a move of his hand, a golden light penetrated his waist and disappeared.
He was a middle-aged elegant man with a Chinese character face, long eyebrows and starry eyes, and a nose that looked like a hanging gallbladder. He was dressed in a green robe, and his shoulder-length hair was unbound and scattered freely, making him look even more elegant.
"Daddy!"
The man landed a few meters in front of Sheng'er, and Sheng'er let out a sweet cry and rushed towards him.
"Um!"
The man was stoic, just humming slightly and raising his hand to stroke Sheng'er's hair, but there was such love in his eyes that anyone could see that he cared about Sheng'er.
"Dad, I'm fine!"
"Um!"
The man still didn't speak, he just looked at Sheng'er quietly, waiting for her to say.
"Dad, this is my little brother, his name is also Ye Feng!"
"Is it because of him?"
"No, I don't know why. Anyway, it suddenly got better."
The man gently pushed Sheng'er away from his arms, then clasped his fists at Ye Feng and said:
"Thank you little brother."
"Senior, there is no need to be polite. I didn't do anything. Sheng'er is already cute. She has been with me for so many days. It's a good memory."
Ye Feng bowed respectfully and bowed his hands, then stood up and said.
Although Sheng'er was trying to cover it up for him, he knew how her father could not know about such an obvious thing.
"Haha! Sheng'er has always been quirky and quirky. I think you've been tormented by her a lot these days, and only you can call her cute!"
The man showed a rare smile and said with a strange expression.
"Senior, there really is no such thing! Sheng'er is cute and cute. These days, I really feel the warmth of my family."
Ye Feng really never felt that there was anything unruly about Sheng'er. Instead, he was like a little birdie, giving him the feeling of the girl next door.
"That's good! Since you get along with Sheng'er, let her follow you first! Don't call me senior anymore. If you are compatible with Sheng'er as a brother and sister, just call me uncle."
"Dad! How could you say that about your daughter?"
Sheng'er naturally heard his father's disdain, and acted coquettishly before Ye Feng agreed.
"Oh! You don't want to stay, right? Then go with me first!"
"How can I not!"
Jiang was too old after all, so his voice hit home immediately and he quickly identified it.
"Hehehe!"
The middle-aged man smiled unkindly.
Sheng'er knew she had been deceived, her face turned red, she stamped her lotus feet on the ground, ran to Ye Feng and hugged his arm, pouted and said:
"Little brother, my father bullies me!"
"Well!"
Sheng'er's incident made Ye Feng blush. There was no point in complaining to him. She couldn't help him vent his anger. Let alone her biological father, he couldn't beat her. He was an immortal.