Xiao Jihan listened to the voice, his mind somewhat dazed.
Many flashes of light and shadow flickered in his mind, though somewhat blurry, they seemed vaguely like some memories and inheritance from the Ice Wolf Beast God.
His consciousness was not yet clear, and he slowly turned his head toward the voice, looking at Da Bao.
Da Bao looked at Xiao's father with clear cold eyes and suddenly his hand trembled.
He widened his eyes and stared carefully, confirming he hadn't seen wrong.
His heart tightened.
He didn't know why Xiao's father felt so unfamiliar now.
Previously, when Xiao's father looked at him, his gaze was always so gentle.
It wasn't like this.
"Xiao, what's wrong with you?"
"Xiao, are you uncomfortable?"
Da Bao was very worried about Xiao Jihan and very nervous about him.
The little fellow blinked his big eyes, looking at him with a trusting and reliant gaze.
Xiao Jihan's cold heart seemed to be stirred a little.
His memories about himself began to clear.
