Chapter 1722

Song Ling Feng fixed his eyes on Yan Zun lying on the bed.

Even though, the man's face and most of his body were covered by black robes.

Song leaf can still be recognized at a glance.

This is his little Lord.

There can be no mistake.

Yan Zun snorted, turned his back to Yan Tao, and slowly rejected the words of song Ye Feng.

"What little Lord, the general has mistaken someone."

"I'm just a little short of money. I just want to steal some valuable things from Marshal's house. I haven't stolen it yet. Do you think highly of me by putting on such a big array?"

Yan Zun raised his forehead with one hand and tutted like a sigh.

It was like looking around at the light prison around the bed.

"Is it too much fuss to lock me in so many layers of light prison?"

Master Yan put his hands around his chest and said in a cool tone: "after all, it's my father. Although it's said that someone is unreliable, irresponsible, shameless and cunning. However, who can help a slag father run into Ben Shuai who doesn't care about the past. The best treatment always has to be given..."

Under the black robe, Yan Zun's smile was stiff for a second.

Just a little unhappy to lie back.

I know it's my father and satirize him so much.

Hum!

Yan Zun simply closed his eyes, pretended not to hear anything and began to resist passively.

"Marshal, look..."

Song Lingfeng didn't expect Yan Zun to refuse to admit it. He didn't know what to do. He had to go to see Yan Tao and wait for her orders.

Young master Yan's peach blossom eyes were smiling but not smiling. There was a faint light flowing from the bottom of his eyes. He suddenly raised his hand.

Almost as she raised her hand, the space where Yan Zun was was suddenly windy.

The sweeping wind blew his black robe flying.

The hood covering his face was blown down directly.

This change came too quickly. Even though Yan Zun was very strong, he was choked for several times.

He coughed, sat up, half narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man standing with his hands.

He has been away from home for many years.

Even though I could always see Yan Tao's news from Xingwang's messages, I even hid in the dark for many times and looked at him from a distance.

However, the real meeting as a father and daughter is the first time.

At the moment, he should have been unhappy and mixed.

However, those complicated feelings were swept away by the strong wind brought out by their daughter.

Yan Zun reluctantly covered his cheek with his hand and covered the blade like wind. Against the wind, he staggered and sat down beside the bed.

Yantao raised his eyebrows coolly.

The wind that swept around Yan Zun immediately stopped.

Yan Zun's black hair has been blown in a mess. It is scattered and randomly covered in front of his forehead, and his face is as sharp as a knife.

Unfortunately, that's not Yan Zun's face.

When Song Ling Feng saw clearly the man's face on the bed, he looked slightly stunned, and his tone was suspicious and shocked: "no... young Lord?"

The man on the bed is not the face of the little Lord in his memory.

Yan Zun's black robe had been blown to pieces by the wind, and he simply didn't wear it.

With a shake, he pulled down the black robe directly.

He crossed his legs and looked at Yan Tao calmly.

"What are you talking about? What little Lord, why can't I understand a word?"

Yantao smiled.

It's just that the teenager's smile implies a very dangerous meaning.