C170 A Sad Bleak Childhood

In the darkness of the night, the rain continued to fall harder and harder.

A middle-aged martial artist with elegant movements picked up the child with a smile. He smiled and said to the silk-clothed Xiantian martial artist in front of him, "Thank you, little brother. If you don't worry about this child, then give it to me.

"Then I'll have to thank you, senior. These people killed my brothers