"I'm wrong, baby."

His voice is very gentle, very low, with a little magnetism, which can just reach her ears.

Ning Rongrong just kept the posture of turning his head, didn't look back, and didn't make a sound.

However, inexplicably heard the magnetic and deep love name, but her memories hidden in the chest gully could not be controlled to flow away quietly.

Ning Rongrong is 12 years old and Tang Muchen is 12 years old. They live together for more than half of the time and have a deep understanding of each other.

Her eyes were a little blurred.

Although he didn't look back at the man behind him, to be honest, he was the man who carried out his childhood.

Memory drifting, quietly looking back.

That year, she was six years old.

It's not surprising to detect the martial spirit in the sect.

My martial spirit is the inheritance of the seven treasures glass sect. The innate soul power of the seven treasures glass tower even surpasses the current patriarch to level 9 at one fell swoop.

I have been worshipped by the vast majority of people since I was regarded as a peerless genius of the Qibao Liuli sect for more than ten years.

But I don't like it. I have no friends, only so-called admirers.

My father is very kind to me, a family and Meimei, but I still feel that there seems to be something missing?

What Miss Qibao liulizong seems to lack in her life is a friend who can make heart to heart.

Until in order to deepen the connection with Tiandu Empire, my father personally took himself to the awakening ceremony of Tiandou city. Although it was said to be the awakening ceremony, he just had to draw a gourd and release it.

Parked outside the palace, my father had a gentle smile on his face and told me to enter alone.

At that time, I still complained about my father, but now it's too late to be grateful. It was that experience that made me meet him.