The childish voice sounded again:
"Why didn't Daddy respond to me? Is he angry with Yuan?"
The “black fog” continued to press against Shen Jingyuan’s face, trying to confuse Shen Qiwen in front of him.
Shen Qiwen was indeed as "Black Mist" wished.
Turn your head.
But that look was as cold as Shen Jingyuan's.
"Don't hit Ayuan's face."
The cold words and the same request made "Black Mist" visibly stunned.
"Daddy, what are you talking about? I am A Yuan!"
The "black fog" doesn't believe it. If it can't seduce a cultivator, can it not seduce an ordinary person?
"And don't use his voice."
But Shen Qiwen’s indifferent words directly broke the “Black Mist” fantasy.
"Black Mist": They are indeed father and son, even their words, tone, and expressions are very similar.
"Black Mist" suddenly chuckled twice, but while laughing he did not forget to pull Shen Qiwen's sleeves tightly.
"Dad, I'm A Yuan, really A Yuan, don't you remember?"
The innocent eyes of "Black Mist" suddenly seemed to be filled with ink, as dark as a cave, bottomless.
Shen Qiwen didn’t want to waste any more time, and his hand fell on “Shen Jingyuan’s” neck.
"I told you, don't have a face like A Yuan and speak in his voice."
The Shen Qiwen at this moment was someone Shen Jingyuan had never seen before, nor would he know.
There was no fear in Shen Jingyuan's eyes. He just looked at Shen Qiwen, who was angry and wanted to strangle him to death. His throat rolled with difficulty, but the words he uttered were still stubborn:
"But Daddy, I really am A Yuan, your A Yuan, don't you want A Yuan anymore?"
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