Apart from the word "Yu'er", Ling Feng did not know any other information about his daughter in the past seven years.

He only knew that when his daughter fell into Qin Qiaoer's arms, there was a purple thunder on the top of the sky to fight into the sky. He opened the heavenly gate and forced out of the Saint Ma Amu Lei Palace, and wanted to try a battle with the Saint Ma Amu Lei Pool! What a passionate and joyful day!

Seven years later, when he first saw his Yu'er, he didn't expect that Yu'er would be so small and delicate now, and like his childhood, he had a limping foot.

What he unexpectedly expected was that when his daughter faced him, she didn't want to tell him a word that when he wanted to keep a piece of her daughter's hair as a souvenir, his daughter's little hand would snatch the hair that had already been pulled in his palm...

The little girl listened to Ling Feng's call, and her steps that were originally running happily suddenly stopped. She turned her back to Ling Feng, silently scared to be in place for a long time, as if she was thinking about something.

A seven-year-old child shouldn't have such deep thoughts, but she paused in place the moment Ling Feng called her name. She had not moved for a long time, and she did not turn her head happily as Ling Feng longed for.

After a long time of silence, the little girl suddenly turned around and stared at Ling Feng with black eyes wide open.

What kind of eyes are they... Ling Feng didn't know how to describe those eyes. The eyes were mixed with a lot of uneasiness, panic, and confusion. There was endless fear of Ling Feng, and a hint of anger similar to anger.

These many messy emotions are really not suitable for the eyes of a little girl who is only seven years old, but the fact is that the little girl's eyes reveal so many complex and difficult to understand emotions.

No matter how confused the little girl's eyes were, one thing is certain, that is, when Ling Feng called the little girl Yuer, the little girl turned around.

From her actions when she turned around, it can basically be inferred that her name, or her former name, or the name in a certain corner, should have been named Yu'er!

Ling Feng looked at the little girl's expression, his heart was beating, but in addition to the beating, he also felt a lot of emotion and happiness, because the little girl's expression proved his premonition and judgment. The little girl was his daughter, the "jade" in his heart!

Ling Feng lowered his body slightly, grinned and lowered his voice to the little girl, "Your name is Yu'er, right? Your feet hurt very much on the night when the shooting star passes, right? You have thunder in your body as soon as you are born, right? Your mother, your mother...she comes from another place, right..."

Ling Feng was a little excited. He originally wanted to suppress his emotions and impulses and go home quietly with the little girl, but just now, when the sunset landed in this world like Buddhist scriptures and repentance, he suddenly couldn't suppress his emotions.

So he asked a series of questions.

He asked her if her name was Yu'er, because Qin Qiaoer had touched her belly and called her child in her belly that she had not yet been born.

He asked her if her feet hurt particularly when the night when the meteor passed by, because he had such an experience when he was young. At that time, he didn't know why. Now he understood that because the Mandala Tianyuan Chain comes from outside the sky, and the meteor is something outside the sky, so when the meteor passes by, it will cause fluctuations in the Mandala Tianyuan Chain.

He asked her why she was born with thunder because he knew that his daughter was born with the thunder of heaven. Before she fell into the basin, she turned into purple thunder and ascended to the sky to challenge the Virgin in the Palace of St. Mahjong.

He asked her mother if she came from another place, because her mother should have lived with him in a place that could be called "home". It was only because of the impermanence that he and her mother would be separated from each other and wandered around the world...

Regarding Qin Qiaoer, he originally wanted to ask more, and he originally wanted to ask, is your mother named Qin Qiaoer, is she practicing Eastern Immortal Art, is her weapon called Tianxiang Evergreen Jin, is she? Is there a Tianxiang sword in her sleeve, is she? She is a descendant of the Asitimia family who was defeated by the mortal world because she disobeyed her father and chose to be with mortals and was beaten to the world because she disobeyed her father, right?

But after asking a few questions, he suppressed his excessive excitement and no longer said all the things he wanted to say in his heart.

He was afraid of his impulse and frightened his daughter. He was afraid that his daughter would not be able to accept so many adult messages for a while. After asking, he was even a little nervous, thinking that he should ask his daughter so impulsively many questions at this time?

Yes, he was indeed too impulsive at this time. He was not impulsive in any challenge or dilemma in daily life. But at this moment, when facing his daughter whom he wanted to see for seven years but had never seen once, he could not suppress his urge to recognize him urgently.

He hoped that his impulse would be exchanged for his daughter's recognition, so that her daughter would recognize him well, get close to him, and treat him kindly!

But that seemed just a luxury that he could not fulfill!

Her daughter obviously understood the meaning of his words, and even seemed to guess his identity.

Although his daughter is only seven years old, she seems to have a sense of spiritual wisdom in her complex eyes. From this point of view, Ling Feng feels that his daughter is not like the passionate and unrestrained Qin Qiaoer, but like the cold Miao Xueqing of the ice and snow.

Of course, what he thought of Qin Qiaoer was just Qin Qiaoer seven years ago. As for what Qin Qiaoer is like today, has he become as touching the world as Miao Xueqing, and the ice and snow are cold and cold, and he can only move the peak.

With such eyes, the daughter listened to Ling Feng's excited question silently, her eyes began to turn red, then began to moisten, and then tears began to fall out like beans.

She was on the other side, rubbing the tears in her eyes with both hands. Through the tears, she saw Ling Feng so blurred.

Ling Feng looked at his seven-year-old daughter who was crying, and his heart felt as if he was strangled by thunder and felt sore.

He leaned down even lower, opened his arms, and comforted the little girl: "Why... don't cry, I'm your relative, come and let me hug you!"

He only said that he was her relative, but not her father. Because the name "father" is too heavy, he didn't know if it was suitable for him to say the heavy name of his father at this moment. He thought that it might be better to tell him about his identity after seeing Qin Qiaoer.

He lowered his body, hoping that his daughter could run over, return to his side, and even fall into his arms.

He was looking forward to the gifts of heaven and earth to give him, and when the sunset that seemed to be in the Buddhist scriptures and repentance of the mortal world was approaching, he would like to admire his daughter's embrace. How wonderful it would be, the moment when father and daughter recognize each other.
Chapter completed!