"Not your son?" Night Cold Mountain first looked into the eyes of the night scenery for a while. After seeing that the night scenery is not half as good as the night scenery, it also looked at the mask of Ba Xiaoqi.

"He's really not my son. You can identify him." The night scene said calmly, "Don't look for him in the future. He doesn't meet your requirements."

Night cold mountain sneers: "First, I never thought about using Yueyue as an experimental sample. It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. Second, how do you know I haven't been identified? Jinglan, I'm sure, is a descendant of the night...