His eyes suddenly became cold, and his thoughts were activated. A red spiritual power covered his whole body, completely wrapping the little guy in it. With another wave, a blood mist was shrouded in the magical brilliance of the emperor. His personal soldiers were bathed in the divine light of the emperor, and their blood was boiling and excited.

A red blood light burst out from Ming Yihan's body and instantly attacked the five spirit demons like flowing water. The blood spirit with the momentum of destroying the world, and hissed... A silent sound, the purple light gathered by the five spirit demons disappeared, and the thick lightning that had originally gathered in the sky separated in an instant, rumbling, five sharp purple lights shot down and slashed at the five spirit demons that fell.

Thorn... The five spirit demons were trembling violently, their hair was scorching, their eyes rolled up, and they were extremely embarrassed. Seeing the demon soldiers, Zhiyan laughed out loudly, with disrespectful smiles, and her face was extremely rosy.

"Ling'er, you are Ling'er!" Suddenly, a thick male voice sounded, and a man in a moon-white robe walked out of the crowd. Regardless of the obstacles of the monsters, he approached Zhiyan step by step. His pale cheeks were full of excitement, and his eyes were staring at Zhiyan's wrists.

Well, what's the situation?

Zhiyan turned around in surprise and looked at the man in surprise. Ling'er, who is Ling'er here?

"Ling'er, you are Ling'er, I am your father." The man's voice trembled with excitement, his eyes were wet and hot, and he looked at the person in Ming Yihan's arms with a determined look on his face.

Zhiyan's mouth twitched, and a black line slid down her forehead. A man appeared in the middle of the way, claiming to be his father, no one would be happy.

"Mingzhi, don't make a fuss!" A thick and majestic voice stopped. A man with a similar face to that man but older than that man walked out, frowned and looked unhappy.

"Ling'er, she is my daughter Ling'er. I finally found her. She is my daughter."

"Ahem, I have to say that it is quite successful for you to interrupt the battle with this kind of humor. However, don't recognize your daughter in the future. No one will say to you if you recognize your father and mother." Zhiyan coughed dryly, and a embarrassed smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Wow! The scene was in an uproar, and the people in the Yun family looked embarrassed and angry, wishing to tear the woman's mouth apart.

"Ling'er, I'm your father, really your father." The handsome man was unwilling to compromise, and a faint melancholy floated on his pale face.

"It's enough, you don't feel embarrassed, so hurry up and get out of here." The man who looked over forty years old was furious and stopped shouting loudly, with strong dissatisfaction and disappointment in his eyes.

"Brother Ming, you should not annoy your father. Your child died fourteen years ago, so how could he live until now?" A man with a feminine face walked out, trying to pull the man who recognized Zhiyan as his daughter.

"No, she is really my daughter, I won't read it wrong." Getting rid of the feminine man, the man looked at Zhiyan with a steady look, "That golden ring is the token of love I gave to your mother. Also, if you remember correctly, there is a crescent birthmark on your chest."

Zhiyan's eyes flashed, and the little hand that was resting on Ming Yihan's shoulder slightly closed, with her eyes so secretly.

"If it was really your daughter, how could you give her up?" The voice was faint, as if asking the man opposite him, and as if asking himself. The closed jade hands showed her inner uneasy. She gave up her relatives for fourteen years and met again, but she was standing in a hostile scene. Oh, how ironic.

Next, should we stage a sad scene of father-daughter recognizing each other, or should we refuse indifferently? Ha, if it were Zhiyan in the past, what would she choose?

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Chapter completed!