Little Treasure kept calling this uncle to the sky. Shen Xiaoxiao did not know if the person wrapped in golden light in the distance was 19, but she knew that the man with black hair and a long robe with golden patterns on his body stood in the air with an extraordinary aura. He looked like a celestial being.
"Yan Kuan, your hand."
"It's fine, it's fine. Fortunately, the child is fine."
No one cared about their family anymore. At this moment, the person who was called King waved his hands and instantly stood beside them.
It was really 19.
However, his hair and everything about him seemed to be completely different.
"19!"
Shen Xiaoxiao called out in disbelief. The two children were already swimming excitedly in the air toward him.
This time, Yan Kuan did not stop them. Instead, the blue light in his and Shen Xiaoxiao's hands seemed to wrap around both of them. They felt that they were slowly getting lower and lower.
