The Male Protagonist and the Villain Are Both My Cubs

CHAPTER 132: STATEMENT

Ling Zixi looked at the tall man in front of her, and those distant and dream memories came one after another.

In the dream, this man put his arms around the gentle Liu Xiuning and whispered, he will protect them.

Ling Zixi remembered the past, and a tear could not help falling down.

Ling Yang didn't get excited when he saw the young man in front of him. Earlier, he led the demons in the demon clan to fight, and he discovered this young man who looked so similar to Xiuning from a distance. It's a pity , and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Today, I finally let myself see him.

The same as Liu Xiuning.

"..." The tall man's eyes actually glowed with water, and his voice had a distinct vibrato, "Xi'er?"

Ling Zixi's tears couldn't stop: "Father..."

Fortunately, my father took him to a deserted alley, so this scene would not be seen by others.

Ling Yang hugged his son in his arms and did not hide his emotions at all: "Xi'er, it's been twenty-four years since I left, my father misses you so much..."

When she left Xi'er, Xi'er was only three years old! When Xi'er was so young, she lost the protection of her father and father. How did Xi'er live these years? What happened to his grandfather?

Ling Yang had a lot to say, but in the end, he just hugged his son tightly, as if he wanted to make up for the father's love that he had been absent for more than 20 years.

The two hugged tightly, Ling Zixi felt sour and astringent, feeling the peace and warmth of Ling Yang's embrace, is this what it feels like to have a father?

I am an orphan on earth, without parents, I came to this world, but I still haven't seen my parents, and now I finally see my father...

Both of them were silent, enjoying the hard-won moment.

After a while, Ling Zixi raised her head slightly from Ling Yang's arms and asked, "Father, where is Daddy?"

Why did I only see my father, and the form of my father was very different from the four-tailed demon fox I saw at first. Today's father is more like the person in my memory, twenty Many years have brought little changes to the cultivators, but Ling Zixi always felt that her father was a little more decadent than she remembered...

Ling Yang heard his son mention Liu Xiuning, sighed deeply, and took his son's hand: "Follow me."

Ling Zixi followed Ling Yang through the tents, and finally came to a tent.

Ling Yang lifted the curtain and let Ling Zixi come in.

The father and son walked into the tent, Ling Zixi found that it was a single tent with only one bed, one table, and some simple tools inside. The tent was very simple, like a Sophisticated man's style.

However, it lacks a little popularity.

Ling Yang let Ling Zixi sit on the soft big bed, he pulled over the wooden chair and sat down, gently stroked Ling Zixi's hair and side face: "Your father."