Shifang Wusheng

Naturally, his flesh and blood offspring were also included.

Seeing the three people gathered here together, Wei He's eyes flashed with tenderness.

He raised his hand and touched Bilian from afar.

In an instant, countless souls were transformed into matter, and matter into flesh and blood.

From the flesh and blood, a streak of black blood flew out, and gently fell into the pocket watch in Bilian's hand, seeping into the old photo.

Click.

The pocket watch suddenly made a crisp sound, and Bilian looked down suspiciously.

Suddenly seeing Wei He in the photo, he suddenly smiled at her.

Bilian was stunned for a moment.

"You...you are...!?"

"I am back."

Wei He let go of his hand and looked up at Bilian from the photo.

Swish! !

A black shadow suddenly flew out of the photo, twisting and weaving in mid-air, turning into Wei He's upper body.

He opened his arms and embraced Bilian.

"Feel sorry."

Wei He looked at Yuan Duzi and Li Rong at the side one by one.

"Sorry to keep you waiting..."

Bang 嘡.

The decorative vase beside Li Rong was knocked off and smashed to the ground.

Yuan Duzi couldn't help but cover his mouth, his eyes became moist involuntarily.

At the same time, the two women walked quickly towards Wei He.

(End of the book)