Roll at the apex of the paranoid emperor

Chapter 506 Xiaonian Denies Me!
Black Eagle: "Master, the master of Qingyin sect should be with you, can you let the master of Qingyin sect come back to participate in the sect's competition?"

The masked man tapped the porcelain cup lightly with his slender fingers, and said lightly, "She's not with me."

Bai Jiu and Hei Ying couldn't help being stunned when they heard the news. They looked at each other and asked the masked man, "Master, where is Qingyin?"

At the stairway, there was suddenly a childish voice from the grandma.

"dad."

Masked man: "..."

Black Hawk: "!!!"

Bai Jiu: "!!!"

The little milk bag's eyebrows and eyes were crescent-shaped, and she ran towards the masked man.

The masked man looked up at the stairs, and saw a child less than three years old running towards him with crooked eyebrows.

Hei Ying looked at the little milk bag who fearlessly called 'Daddy' to his master, and explained: "Master, this is Ms. Lan's son. No one at home is watching, so Ms. Lan brought her son along."

Bai Jiu glanced timidly at the masked man, nervously pulled the little milk bag to her side, knelt down and touched the little milk bag's forehead, "Little baby, are you sleepy?"

The little milk bag blinked bright eyes at the masked man, with a smile on her face, and asked childishly, "Dad, why are you wearing a mask? Are you playing peek-a-boo?"

The masked man glanced at the little milk bag, pursed his thin lips, "I'm not your father."

Bai Jiu said nervously and anxiously: "Little baby, he is our deputy sect master. Oh, you don't understand what it means. Anyway, our sect master is not your father!"

The little milk bag looked at Bai Jiu, and then her round eyes fell on Han Xiaonian, and the grandmother shouted three words in a milky way.

"Han Xiaonian."

Masked man: "..."

Black Eagle's pupils shrank slightly, and a look of shock appeared in his eyes.

Bai Jiu was startled, and looked at her master stiffly.

He once heard the head of Qingyin's door calling his master Xiaonian, that's right!
But how did this little milk bag know?
Xiaonian is Xiaonian, why is the word "cold" in front of it! ?
Could it be that his master's surname is Han?

The little milk bag stood in front of the masked man, raised his head softly and asked softly, "Han Xiaonian, why are you here? Did your mother call you?"

The man's lips under the dark red mask forbearance pursed.

Bai Jiu dragged the little milk bag away from her master in a panic.

It's okay to call him 'Dad' just now!
After all, his master would not care about a two-year-old child who called him 'Dad'.

But it's really hard to call it 'Han Xiaonian'.

Xiao Naibao pouted, "Uncle Bai Jiu, don't drag me, he is our Xiaonian."

Your family... Xiaonian?
Bai Jiu was sweating profusely, and timidly peeked at his master.

Although his master couldn't see his face with a mask on, he clearly felt that the temperature around him was dropping!
Bai Jiu wanted to cry without tears, and said to the little milk bag in a low voice: "Baby, you should call Dad!"

At least call me 'Daddy', the deputy sect master won't be so angry!
The little milk bag looked at the masked man aggrievedly, pouted, "Xiao Nian doesn't recognize me!"

Seeing that the little milk bag was about to cry, the man squeezed the center of his brows, and ordered in a deep voice, "Hold it out."

Hei Ying frowned slightly, showing a hint of worry.

Just as Bai Jiu was about to stand up with the little milk bag in her arms, a strong sound upstairs frightened Bai Jiu and fell to the ground.

"Who dares!"

(End of this chapter)