Jiangnan said.

But I was very shocked.

It has been thousands of years since his father died. Unexpectedly, his descendants are still alive, and they live in this strange way.

It's incredible.

"Father?"

The child was stunned for a moment and carefully took the fan into his hand, feeling an extremely familiar aura, extremely friendly.

Although this child is incomplete, it does not mean that he is a fool. His IQ is at least equivalent to a child about five years old.

He could feel that Jiangnan was much younger than him at a very young age.

And his own father.

It was gone many years ago.

In other words, his father's death had nothing to do with Jiangnan. Jiangnan really went to some places and found that his father's relics were brought back.

"Thank you."

In a moment.

The child suddenly changed his tone and said calmly and calmly like an adult.

"Need not."

Jiang Nan shook his head, then took out a ring, which contained the relics of the guy.

"This is everything your father left behind, please keep it."

Jiangnan felt a little sighed.

Unexpectedly.

In such a huge sect, a powerful man who was once so powerful, there was only one descendant left.

And he is a child who never grows up.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Haikuo was furious at this time, and stepped forward and grabbed the boy's hand, asking loudly: "Damn it, you can't hear clearly when I'm talking, right?

Are you looking for a scam?
Chapter completed!