Xu Bai felt that if he were to make an expression now, it would be like this.
(눈_눈)
He looked at the baby girl in his arms. Although the baby girl's face was covered by black gas, Xu Bai could see that the black gas could not hide her appearance at all.
The baby girl's small hands tightly gripped the Demon's Heart, and she did not let go. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her brows were furrowed. From time to time, she would grunt twice. It was obvious that she was in pain.
However, these were not the most important things. The most important thing was the baby girl's appearance.
This baby girl looked very much like a person, a person he had seen before.
---Liu Qingfeng!
The features of the white-robed madman, Liu Qingfeng, were strangely similar to the baby girl's.
What did this mean?
Could it be…Was this Liu Qingfeng's child?
F * ck!
It was simply shattering his three views, okay?
