THE CHILD

"... DON'T EVEN DREAM OF HAVING ONE IN EIGHT HUNDRED YEARS! HAHAHAH!"

That was Qi Rong's last words when his soul faded at the burning Heavenly Capital during Jun Wu's massive attack.

But Xie Lian can't help but to stare at the small babe in his arms. His burning reddish eyes was staring unblinkingly at him, sparkling and round as if observing the person who was currently holding him. He was too small and cute that Xie Lian couldn't help but to stare back at him in all confusion.

......

ART IS MINE!