Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 351 Flame and blood streaks!
The candlelight was a strange dark green, the body of the candle below could not be seen, and the flame was like a will-o'-the-wisp floating in the air.

The man stepped out of the candlelight and opened his hand to the woman, "Xiaoxi, give him to me."

"Is this really okay?" The woman walked over, hesitatingly handing over a certain bloodline.

"Always have to try." The man took the child with one hand, and helped the woman with the other into the circle of light shrouded in candlelight.

"Hey, what do you guys want to do to me?" The spirit array of the demon hunter finally caused a trace of fear in a certain bloodline.

No one answered him, and the room fell into a terrible silence. The woman closed her eyes and sat down cross-legged. The man bit his finger and drew a rune between his eyebrows.

Soon, the consciousness of a certain bloodline began to slacken, and the dark tide swept up in front of him completely submerged him. He lost his perception of the real world, and his consciousness seemed to have entered another inner world.

There is only one long, long snow tunnel in the other world, with no end in sight. For the first time, he felt the bone-piercing coldness for the first time. He gritted his teeth against the wind and snow and floated forward little by little. .

The mother is waiting for him to go back, the evil father is waiting for him to go back, the old enemy Bai Shuang is waiting for him to go back, he can't end here, he has to protect the mother on behalf of the evil father, although I don't know why the evil father said Is to replace, not together. ． ． ． ． ．

A certain bloodline held back tears. In the past, under the meticulous protection of his monstrous father, the fox shadow shadow guard who stood by would come forward to solve anything as long as he shouted. He never knew that it would be so difficult to face it alone.

The rune drawn between the eyebrows intends to control his consciousness, he doesn't know what will become after being controlled, but he knows that he must not be at the mercy of it.

It's a joke, he, Qiu Yichen, is the young master of the fox clan, with the blood of Tianling, how could he succumb to a small rune?

Thinking of this, the corners of a certain bloodline's mouth curved contemptuously, and flame-like blood lines slowly appeared between the brows, covering the demon hunter rune in an instant.

in the real world,
In the dark green candlelight, the man who controlled the rune frowned. He didn't expect that there was another mysterious power hidden in the blood of the fox clan.

The man bit his finger again, trying to draw a rune on the brow of a certain bloodline again, but when his bloody finger was about to touch the brow of a certain bloodline, flame-like blood streaks appeared on his body.

What is even more unbelievable is that with the appearance of blood streaks, the body of a certain bloodline grows all of a sudden.

Before, he was still a baby waiting to be fed, and in a blink of an eye, he became a teenager in his teens.

The young man had delicate features and handsome features, exuding a daunting aura all over his body.

The man stood there blankly, looking at the young man lying on the altar, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

In the inner world of the ice and snow tunnel, a certain blood had no time to be surprised by his suddenly grown body. He saw a cold ice door appearing in front of the originally endless tunnel.

The ice door seemed to have been sealed for a long time, as if it was just waiting for him to open it.

He stepped forward and put his palm against the ice door, but quickly retracted it. The ice was very cold, and he almost shivered instinctively while retracting his hand.

The mirror-like ice door reflected his appearance when he was a teenager, and his brows and eyes were half or half similar to that of his monstrous father, but there was a natural agility and softness in his eyes.

Looking at himself in the ice door, a certain bloodline suddenly realized that there was no similarity between him and his mother.

Could it be that he was so unlucky that he only inherited his mother's foodie attributes?
(End of this chapter)