Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 2308 The appearance in the depths of memory

Jian Junxi felt that Nangong Jing seemed very angry, but, why was he angry?
Nangong Jing pursed her thin lips into a straight line and remained silent...

Jiang Heng curled his lips, walked to Abu's side, and put his right hand on her shoulder...

"Young master!" Jiang Xiaoyu also walked over, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

Jiang Lingxi stood aside, her eyes wet with tears, she covered her lips with one hand, and didn't say a word...

Jian Junxi looked at the two women in front of her, Jiang Lingxi she had just met, so this one is: "Aunt Jiang?"

"Mmm...Master, you are finally back, woooooo..." Jiang Xiaoyu held her right hand, crying too hard for herself.

"Aunt Jiang, shouldn't you be happy that the young master is back?" Wen Hao said as he handed over a few tissues.

"Thank you, I was so happy that I couldn't hold back..." Jiang Xiaoyu explained while wiping away tears.

Jian Junxi's calm eyes were scrutinizing, as if she wanted to see everyone standing in front of her clearly.

"Mom..." Jiang Lingxi pulled her arm, hoping she could control her emotions.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I understand, young master, how are you doing?" Jiang Xiaoyu raised her head and asked Jian Junxi.

"Very good, thank you!" Jian Junxi nodded slightly.

"That's good, where is Prajna? In the past few years, she has asked you almost every day if you are back..." Jiang Xiaoyu pointed at the sofa while talking, where only the top of one person's head could be seen...

After Jinyu saw it, he struggled to get down, but Jian Junxi put him on the ground, and the little guy ran over.

Jian Junxi followed his footsteps suspiciously, and what caught his eyes was a man without hands or feet.

His long black hair was tied into a ponytail. Although he was over middle-aged, his face hadn't seen much weather.

Like the wind and sand entering the eyes, the clear black eyes were filled with tears, and the flowing tears shone brightly like glass under the light.

Jinyu leaned her head against hers, which made Prajna cry even more violently. The silent tears were like an invisible brand branded on everyone's heart, which hurt.

In the past, they couldn't talk. Lin Yiyi would occasionally take the little guy to the backyard to see Prajna. Maybe it was out of sympathy or sympathy. The little guy would greet her like this every time.

"Grandma Banruo... don't cry..." Jinyu stretched out her small hand to wipe her tears.

Prajna who heard him speak was so shocked that she stopped crying, and looked at him in surprise.

"Hanruo, the young master is here to see you..." Jiang Xiaoyu and Jian Junxi came in front of her.

Prajna raised her eyes with tears in her eyes, and looked at the monk in front of her.

The heroic facial features are clear and three-dimensional, the eyebrows are like peaks, a pair of black diamond-like eyes are like a vast sea of ​​stars, full of fascination, the thin lips under the bridge of the nose are lightly pursed, and there is no emotion in the calm eyes.

This beautiful face was more mature than five years ago, but it was still the one she remembered deeply. She moved her hips forward.

"Aunt Banruo..." Jian Junxi squatted in front of her, his black eyes flashed with distress, he never thought that there are such poor people in this world.

For this call, Banruo waited for more than five years, and the tears that had just stopped poured out again.

Like a helpless mother seeing her child, she wanted to hold her child but couldn't, so she could only express her missing for her child with cries and tears, "Woooooo..."

Jian Junxi suddenly felt like a knife was piercing his heart, tears wet his eyes, he gently hugged her in his arms, and softly comforted her: "Don't cry..."

(End of this chapter)