MTL - The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master-Chapter 1612 There are thousands of kinds of love in the world
Chapter 1612 There are thousands of kinds of love in the world
I was about to push it away, and when I saw Xiao Yan's white hair on the sideburns, a cultivator, he looked so old and full of hair, which showed how tormented his normal mind was.
Zhang Qian's eyes fell on Bei Tinghuang, Bei Tinghuang was a little uncomfortable, looked up at Zhang Gan, Zhang Zhao was killed by Zhang Qian himself, he couldn't bear to see his son suffer like that. How did this father come here after all these years?
"Son, have you found it?" Zhang Qian looked at Bei Tinghuang with a very complicated look, as if Bei Tinghuang was really Zhang Zhao, and he was the murderer who killed Zhang Zhao.
This look made Bei Tinghuang extremely uncomfortable.
She handed Xiao Yan over to Brother Zhang Xi who was at a loss behind her, and walked towards Zhang Gan. Zhang Qian actually handed the sword on his body to Bei Tinghuang, with a hint of relief in his eyes, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, "Son, father has been waiting for you for a long time!"
Bei Tinghuang couldn't help thinking of her parents, her parents in this life, hiding in some corner, living a difficult life, waiting for her to rescue.
Bei Tinghuang's eyes gradually had some tears, and she took the sword in Zhang Gan's hand.
Seeing this, Zhang Xi was stunned. This young man is not his second brother. Could it be that she followed them to Wulingmen because of some ulterior motive? But she, even Mandala City bowed her head before her, so what can she do in Wulingmen?
"Second brother!" Zhang Xi called out warningly, he didn't want to see his parents die because of his wrong decision.
Zhang Xi handed his mother to his younger brother and ran over by himself. At this time, although Xiao Yan was excited, her husband and her son who had finally come back were behaving too strangely. She sobbed and looked towards her husband.
Bei Tinghuang was holding the sword in her hand. She couldn't believe that this man didn't know that he was not his son, but he still handed the sword to her. He probably already had the will to die. Bei Tinghuang smiled, "My name is Huang Jiu. Some people told me that the indelible thing in life is the spirit. No matter how many times you reincarnate, the spirit will never change. In this world, only children owe their parents, and no parents have ever been sorry. Children. It is his blessing to have a father like you, and it is also my blessing!"
What do these words mean, Bei Tinghuang is willing to be his son?
He lost a son and got another excellent son. Is this God merciful to him? He killed his own son with his own hands, but God didn't punish him, but gave him a son?
"There are thousands of kinds of love in this world, like thunder, like rain. As long as you do everything with love in your heart, there is nothing to feel guilty about and can't let go of!" Bei Tinghuang finished speaking, and handed the sword back Give it to him, and said with a smile, "Father, this sword is too ordinary. It just so happens that I am a craftsman. Why don't you put this sword here and let me help you remake it?"
"This this…"
Under the twists and turns, Zhang Gan was so excited that he didn't know what to say. Xiao Yan seemed to be alive again. She walked over, holding her husband with one hand, and Bei Tinghuang with the other, "The child is so filial, can't you still refuse? If you dare to refuse, don't blame me for being rude!" "
This is the first time Xiao Yan smiled. Since Zhang Zhao was carried away, she smiled for the first time. Her eyes were locked on Bei Tinghuang's face, and she didn't want to move away at all, bathing like a spring breeze.
Is this the love of parents for their children? Bei Tinghuang wanted to find her parents more and more.
(end of this chapter)
