[System] I heard that I rely on the face of the king

The peripheral vision in the cloud court was not over yet, the cold jade-like eyes were immersed in the cold spring, You Huang sat down slowly, grabbed the boy's hand, and put it in his palm, the ice blue light radiated from their palms , icy cold without any temperature.

Before he could speak, a group of shadow knights rushed in, swords and swords on their necks, and with them came the supremacy of the paralyzed Cloud Court.

King Xueji seemed to have discovered a big secret, and slapped Youhuang on the face furiously, hating that iron could not be made into steel, "It turns out that you have colluded together behind my back, is it you, is it you who let me go?" Did Zhener poison them?"

The young man's face was pale by the moonlight, and at this moment he was completely weak and half kneeling on the bed under the control of the Shadow Knight.Liu Litong looked at You Huang intricately, with a seemingly absent smile on the corner of her mouth.

"It's me." You Huang looked at the sudden Snow Sacrifice King indifferently, counting it, this was the first time they had such close contact. Not seen in 300 years, most of the faces of the gods will stay on the day of adulthood.

"We haven't seen each other for 300 years, Father." He looked at the man with an extremely cold voice.

"Shut up, I don't have a bastard son like you. Yi and Mei are your brothers. Are you going to cut off all your limbs for the sake of the throne like a father?" The eerie spirit of refutation,

"Ah, so it's hereditary, father." Mo Ran's eyes were suddenly enlightened, but with a snap of his fingers, he had already shaken off the shackles of the shadowy aura and suddenly moved in front of King Xueji.

"Speaking of which, do you still remember that I was held in your arms and treated as a treasure in your palm just like your mother?" You Huang was so calm that it made people frightened and slowly approached the picture that was almost blurred in memory. Face.

His voice gradually trembled, "Do you still remember how my mother, Long Ji, died? It wasn't for me, but to save the [-] demon soul soldiers summoned by Yunting as a last resort, but what did she get? In a different place, even my temple has not been spared?"

The scorching dragon's breath sprayed onto the immobile Xueji King's face, which made the other party lose face. He wanted to reach out to slap the Nizi again but was stopped by You Huang, which made him chaotically reprimand, "Shut up, come on!" Man, Shadow Knight, catch this traitor for me!"

You Huang threw away his hand, and in an instant, You Huang roared, shaking away those shadow knights in an instant, his eyes became pitiful and terrifying, "Do you think I'm still the handless chicken whose keel was pulled out by you?" A child of power?"

Before the other party could answer, his appearance suddenly turned ferocious with anger, "It was you, you killed her with your own hands, for your so-called throne status, you ruined my mother's life!"

King Xueji trembled all over, "Nonsense, she did it for you, to save you from the punishment of the gods, and even took off her own spiritual bones. If it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have come to where we are today!"

You Huang stared at him coldly, seeing him trembling all over as if closing his eyes slightly like a memory, "For you, that's why I created that spirit puppet that everyone is fighting for, and it's come to an end!"

Even if 300 years have passed, he still can't forget that Longji betrayed him and Yunting for this child, and chose to summon those monsters to resist the temple without hesitation.

He will never forget that when she came back from the land of chaos covered in blood, no matter how much he advised to stop her, she could not dispel her idea of ​​becoming a god for this child.

300 years ago, the very young Youhuang was lifted from the bed overnight and carried into the arms of King Xueji.

"Good boy, your mother is back, I'll take you to find her."

At that time, he and his mother were the only ones favored by the young Xueji King, and he put them on the apex of his heart at that time.

After disappearing for a month, Long Ji finally returned with a serious injury. When she came back, she brought back a little doll in her arms. Standing under the laurel tree, she exuded a strong smell of blood, and always had a rebellious smile on her face. But when facing her husband and son, she couldn't help being soft.

"You Huang, come here." She waved to him in a gentle voice.

The young Youhuang was put down by King Snow Sacrifice, and walked past her mother cautiously with short legs.

Long Ji squatted down, and put the little baby in her arms in front of him, "You Huang, remember, this is your younger brother, Zhen, he is also your life, the only one you can save the entire Sky City, remember , take good care of him."

At that time, Youhuang looked at the little doll ignorantly, looked at the incomparably delicate puppet doll, seemed to understand but partly understood, but touched the child and his kindness, and inexplicably agreed with joy.

Later, his mother was designed by Xue Luolante to resist the temple, recruiting [-] demon soldiers, and was sentenced to death as a heretic.At that time, it was his father and the new pope Sheila Lante who were in charge of the sentence.

And the spirit puppet was also threatened by the hundreds of thousands of humanoids in Sky City in Shirolante, but Youhuang back then, who didn't know the sky and the earth, took the opportunity to sneak into the temple and steal the spirit puppet back, so the so-called keel was taken away and sent back to him mother clan.

Dragons can't become gods without spirit bones at most, and without dragon bones, they completely lose the opportunity to transform into dragons.

For 300 years, he has been living in the Dragon Clan as a different species, and he has not been expelled only because of his identity.

Fortunately, good fortune tricked people, and even God was reluctant to abandon him, so he got his uncle's spiritual bones, and even became the head of the patriarch with his unique ability, until he was recalled to the sky city ruled by the gods.

Knowing that his power is less than half of You Huang's strength, King Xueji seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, "Now, people from the Yizu and Meizu have sent people to exert pressure. After all, if the two princes die and the other is injured, there must be someone You have to come out and bear the consequences, otherwise I am afraid that the temple will take the opportunity to design Yunting."

"Oh, so you plan to sacrifice us?" You Huang looked down at him and sneered.

"It's always been me who was too harsh on you, why don't we each take a step back and you leave him behind." King Xueji begged in his eyes, implying something. "You know what it is, he's not like us humanoids."

The silver snow suit changed light and shadow in the dark night, and his black eyes drooped. He slowly propped up his slender body, and turned his head to stare at the young man, "Do you still remember our contract? Ah Zhen, I swear in the name of the dragon god, only As long as I live, I will protect you wholeheartedly and keep you alive."

He stared deeply at the pair of glazed pupils and said word by word, the moonlight projected onto the broken curved scene, the faces of the oriental people were clearly and profoundly illuminated, and the black hair and black pupils seemed to have a mysterious magic.

Ink-colored juice poured out of his eyes, staining the silvery white eyelashes black, the young man looked at him with a half-smile, many times he boasted that he was smart and unparalleled, he wanted to live, for the Pope's exclusive favor he would do anything to frame those priests who looked down on him since childhood God attendant, but in the end he is not even considered human.

Today, he can no longer turn back, he can only go down one path, no matter what awaits him in the future, he just wants to live.