Huo Changkong was a little dazed.

He couldn't believe that his most beloved daughter was dead.

"Yiyi she..."

Huo Changkong murmured.

Immediately following.

A young man who was closest to Huo Changkong cried out in pain: "Father, Huo Yi is dead. He was poisoned to death."

“Dead…”

"Oh, yes, Yiyi is dead..."

Huo Changkong looked up at everyone.

The familiar Fire Phoenix Clan.

Familiar tribesmen.

But why do I feel like my state of mind has suddenly become much older?

Logically speaking.

Huo Changkong should be angry.

His most beloved daughter died before his eyes, and in an extremely painful way.

But the moment Huo Changkong felt powerless, he felt not anger, but helplessness, but... frustration.

He has many children.

Among the tribesmen kneeling in front of him, Huo Changkong had more than double-digit children.

But it seems that there has never been a child who can move Huo Changkong's emotions like Huo Yi, or even affect Huo Changkong's state of mind.

This moment.

Huo Changkong then realized how important Huo Yi was to him.

The other children were just offspring.

Only Huoyi is his daughter.

"I'm tired."

"Everyone, please step back."

Huo Changkong waved his hand.

Huo Changkong waved his hand, and the bloodstains on the ground gathered together and were put into a bottle. This was considered to be Huo Yi's body.

Seeing this.

The young man kneeling in the front had a flash of anxiety in his eyes: "Father, I..."

Huo Changkong turned around and looked at him.

Just a glance.

He didn't dare speak anymore.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he pressed his head against the ground, not daring to breathe.

It was not until the sound of Huo Changkong's footsteps faded away that he collapsed to the ground, his eyes full of fear.