Chapter 2998
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The People Behind the Male Protagonist (2)
"Who's calling my name?"
When Zhen Xiaoxiao realized that he and the lover behind him had been caught red-handed by the Crimson Dew Flower, a deep voice rang from the other side of the gazebo.
It was heart-wrenching. That voice sounded like a dummy.
'Brother Zhou?'
Zhen Xiaoxiao remembered the name that Crimson Dew Flower had just uttered.
There was no need to think about it. This illusion, which was specifically used to suppress the opponent's mental power, must be the appearance of the male protagonist. Then, he would put on a heart-wrenching show with the Crimson Dew Flower.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's emotions were very complicated and subtle at that moment. He had to mention that if he had forgotten himself at that moment and was trapped in this kind of predicament, he would have been so angry that he would have strangled Little Congee to death the moment he saw the illusion appear. Then, he would have hung himself …
Soon, the male protagonist popped his head out from behind the bushes! Following closely behind him were many messy footsteps.
The newcomer was dressed in a simple bamboo robe. There were ice patterns at the corners of his robe, and a shadow covered half of his face. At first glance, he did indeed look a little like Small Gruel. However, under the defense of Zhen Xiaoxiao's sea of consciousness, when this person faced him head-on, a breeze blew past him, and he actually had an extremely unfamiliar face.
Although he was also very handsome, with a face as white as paper, lips as red as ink, eyebrows that looked like they had been cut by a knife, and eyes that looked like they were dyed with ink, he was a romantic but not a foppish man, handsome but not arrogant … But Zhen Xiaoxiao did not have the time to admire his beauty. He only stared blankly at the familiar figures behind the newcomer, as well as a few people with dazzling red hair on their heads!
Following closely behind the first person was a big man who was two to three heads taller than the first person!
His long hair was like fire, and it fell from his head to the ground. Although he was dressed neatly, his overly broad shoulders and strong arms almost caused his narrow undershirt to burst!
Under the contrast of the 'giant', the male protagonist in the Crimson Dew Flower's script immediately became as thin as a monkey. Even his handsome facial features were overshadowed by the giant's bright and piercing gaze. 'It does not matter …'
"Father?"
Calling out to the red-haired Godfiend who was standing behind the male protagonist but was more than a hundred times more radiant than the male protagonist, Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes instantly became wet!
So it turned out that the Crimson Dew Flower's Heart Piercing Art was really so powerful!
With one strike, he had broken through all the defenses in Zhen Xiaoxiao's heart. He had even bypassed the Void Spirit Armored Horse and the True Scaled Lion Emperor. He had effortlessly dug out the voice and appearance that were hidden in the depths of her soul and could not be forgotten through her endless imagination …
In this life, what touched the softest part of Zhen Xiaoxiao's soul the most was not the fame and fortune that Crimson Dew had imagined, nor the sect's inheritance, but … his family!
Little Congee, the Old Devil, Second Father, Elder Sister … Most importantly, there were his biological parents, who disappeared in the immortal punishment three thousand years ago, as well as his three older brothers!
In that instant, cracks appeared in Zhen Xiaoxiao's sea of consciousness.
It was not that she was unaware of the dangerous situation she was in right now, but even if she knew that she was in the Crimson Dew Flower's spell, Zhen Xiaoxiao still willingly continued to open her heart and soul, greedy for this fleeting moment of warmth.
The low-level, boring fight in the house immediately became a beautiful scene in Zhen Xiaoxiao's heart that could almost be passed off as the real thing.
When she called out 'father', her gaze fell on the woman next to her.
'Mother …'
Her mother's face was blurry, but at that moment, her silhouette seemed to be within reach. Her figure was like a willow tree, and when she stood next to the mountain-like first father, she looked like a pendant on his waist. However, even though their figures were not the same, the two of them held hands without paying attention to anyone else. The first father's teapot sized fist directly wrapped around his mother's entire small hand.
She still needed treatment for one more day.
(End of this chapter)
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