Bab 822: Mini Version

The figure that was outside the door belonged to a little boy about three or four years old. He was dressed in well-fitted black robes and wore shoes of the same colour. There was even a jade tassel hung from his waistband. At this moment, the child was holding his hands up like an adult. He seemed to be annoyed at being blocked and stood there with a frown on his face.

But what made Feng Jiu stare with her eyes wide open without blinking was that this little boy's facial features were exquisite, he was a miniature version of Xuanyuan Moze. The breath on the boy was especially similar. However, as he was only a boy or three or four years old, his strength was not strong. 

Upon seeing this child, many thoughts ran through her mind. Was he his younger brother? That's not possible? Even a younger brother wouldn't be this similar.

Such a similar face, even the expression he had when he frowned was the same. They were obviously father and son!