The seeds of hatred, the wounds of the soul

"Daddy, what's wrong with you? Are you vomiting blood?" Little Xu Tian crawled to Xu Daniu's side, and seeing Xu Daniu spitting out blood, he was so scared that his face turned pale and he cried for his daddy. "Dad, how are you? Don't scare us, mother and daughter." The middle-aged woman stumbled to Xu Daniu's side, knelt on the ground, and held Xu Daniu in her arms. Looking at Xu Daniu's dazed look, she was so scared that she felt like the sky was falling. "Daoyou Lu Yunfei's cultivation has...