Just now, she had only vaguely felt that the aura was familiar, but at this moment, that familiarity hit her in the face.
It was her father.
He was the father of her thousand-year-old son of Buddha.
The father who chose to be annihilated for the sake of the fairy mother.
"There are words, there are words, do you see them? There were words just now!" Yang pinfeng exclaimed and stretched his head over to take a look. He could only see what was heartless and what was affectionate.
Lulu, however, crumpled the silk cloth into a ball and stuffed it into his arms.
"You don't have the root of wisdom, your eyes are rotten from looking at it." Lulu lied with a straight face as he slid down from his chair.
"Pack up the desserts for me." After he finished speaking, he slowly walked towards the door.
When she turned around, her face fell.
To live a long life without any emotions.
Every inch of his body was hurt.
