The ancestor of Yin Yuan didn't care, but he looked at Miaoshan with a little surprise.
Squinting his eyes, he smiled kindly at the girl whose eyes were turning wildly: "You are Dongxiang Ying, right? Would you like to return to my Dongxiang home?"
The old voice fell, and the girl felt that the confinement around her was relaxed.
"Ancestor!" The owner of the Dongxiang Family suddenly got worried, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was slapped on the face.
"Evil beast, did you let you talk?" Old Ancestor Yinyuan's eyes were cold and cold, like nine deep pools.
Dongxiang Fengyun was shocked when he saw this. He closed his mouth silently and put out his hand to cover himself