Mu Youran knew that his father was the Jisu Fox King who was despised by the world, and he didn't care when people around him pointed at him.
He said: Master, I want to go back to Luofeng Mountain with you.
He replied: No need.
Hahaha... What a "no need."
Youran, you do not belong to Luofeng Mountain. You and I cultivate different ways.
The young man's eyes were red, and he was holding back tears. When he heard these words, tears fell from his eyes and hit the ground.
Don't cry leisurely.
I didn't cry. The young man turned around angrily. Murong Xiu couldn't see the young man's expression, but there was a sudden pain in his chest. This was a feeling he had never felt in hundreds of years of living.
Murong Xiu, if you say otherwise, then I will mess up all the ways, and I will ask you to come to me in person.
Leisurely...
The young man left.
Murong Xiu never called out to his apprentice this time.
The domineering, arrogant and evil fox is attacked by the cold and forbearing ascetic god
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