Chapter 975 (2/2)

In the pit, there lay a child who was black and had long lost his breath.

Jimo Ya rushed over with a vigorous step and trembled his hands. He didn't dare to stretch out. The red gold silk soft armor and eight treasures purple cloud pattern wrapped on the child's body protect his waist. Isn't that what Huan Qingyan was wearing?

These protective things are given to the children. What about the magic face?

Jimo Ya was black in front of him and his chest was dull and painful. He covered his heart and stumbled and almost didn't fall to the ground.

”Where's Xiaoyan? Where's Xiaoyan?” Jimo has a somewhat confused look around.

The white dust seal not far away saw the movement here. He was already exhausted and out of strength. He tried to stagger and moved towards this side in a hurry.

Lesheng couldn't see it anymore. He walked to Jimo ya a few steps, reached out and picked up the child. After careful observation, his face looked sad: ”at least it's also the blood of my Jimo family. Take it back.”

Jimo Ya blinked, and it took a long time to react: ”this is the blood of my Jimo family? My child?” At last, his voice trembled.

Lesheng glared at him discontentedly: ”isn't this nonsense? Of course, it's my blood of Jimo family. I've just been born, and my talent is so outstanding that even Ben Sheng was shocked. But when I pinch my fingers, there was a great disaster of life and death just after I was born. Ben Sheng came in a hurry. Who knows it's still a little late!”

Jimoya trembled and wanted to touch the child, but he stretched out his hand to half, but he didn't dare to move forward.

He didn't know what it was like at the moment.

pain? despair? Guilt? The mixture almost crushed him.

He always thought that Huan Qingyan was pregnant with the child of a demon. He once wanted Xiao Yan to get rid of the child

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