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Chapter 889 The Spirit Realm Comes (2)

Anyway, they are all Bai Yan's masters. This cannot be changed, and there is no need to fight with these old men.

"Yan'er."

Just when Zheng Qi and others were overjoyed, a laughing voice came from the side.

The two Zhongnan brothers appeared in front of Bai Yan at some unknown time, with a look of no good intentions in their eyes.

Of course, this was not done with good intentions in the opinion of Zheng Qi and others.

"Since the master of the palace is your grandfather, how about you stay in Huan Mansion? We two old guys are the only disciple like you, and we really don't want you to leave."

Wow!

Qiu Shurong's face turned from green to white, and then from white to green. He really couldn't control his temper, so he raised his hand and overturned the table to the ground.

"What do you mean by Huanfu? We came to your birthday with good intentions, but you actually want to kidnap my disciple?"

His old face was filled with anger, his eyes stared fiercely at the two Zhongnan brothers, and he said through gritted teeth.

Ren Yi snorted and stood up: "You are just a disciple like her, don't we have other disciples? Besides, things must be done on a first-come, first-served basis. Yan'er recognizes us first, so you must stand back.

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"That's right!" Zheng Qi changed from his previous indifference. His fists were clenched and his face was expressionless, "Yan'er is my disciple. Even if he wants to stay, he must stay in our Holy Land, and you Huan Mansion

How can we arrange for Yan'er and her son if the place is ruined? Our Holy Land has already gifted the Holy Island to her, can the environment of Huan Mansion be comparable to that of the Holy Island?"



"..."

The guests present were all dumbfounded.

It's a wonderful birthday party, but why do the old men of these three factions look like they are about to fight?

and……

Wen Yunfeng's daughter is also Bai Yan?

this……

Everyone's expressions froze at the same moment.

She is the disciple of the three elders of the Holy Land and the granddaughter of Bai Changfeng. Now even the Fantasy Mansion is related to her. Could it be that the three largest forces in the mainland have become her backstage?

Who else can compare to such a powerful backstage?

Bai Yan's face darkened, and the veins on her forehead popped out. She clenched her fists tightly and took a deep breath to control her inner anger.

On the contrary, Di Cang continued to feed her cakes as if nothing had happened, as if he had not seen these old men who were noisy and planning to fight...

"enough!"

Bai Yan couldn't hold it back anymore and slammed the table and stood up.

Following her words, the originally noisy banquet hall became quiet.

Her forehead beat several times: "Today is my grandma's birthday. If you want to fight, you can wait until tomorrow. If anyone makes a noise now, just go out and make a fight!"

Bai Yan's words held the heaviest weight, and as expected, as soon as she said those words, the old men didn't dare to make any noise again, but instead took a few steps back obediently.

Wen Wuwei laughed a few times, and he also understood that compared with these people, his weight in Bai Yan's heart was the least.

"Yan Yatou, I have discussed with your grandma before, so that you can take advantage of this birthday party to recognize your ancestors and return to the clan..."

"It's not impossible to recognize your ancestors and return to your clan."

"Baby granddaughter?" Bai Changfeng was anxious. He was just about to pull Bai Yan's sleeve.

Bai Yan turned her head and glanced at him. He paused and stopped.

Then, Bai Yan looked at Wen Wuwei again: "It's just... I'm used to the name Bai Yan, and Chen'er is also used to this surname, so I won't change my surname."

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