Heaven

The buds of Changshengmu are bright red at first, very bright and moving.When it blooms, the petals are light pink at first.A string of small flowers, whenever a breeze blows, a burst of cherry-colored rain falls.When they are about to wither, the flowers will turn pure white and emit a rich and intoxicating fragrance.

When the next morning came, the ground seemed to be covered with a thin layer of snow, but the branches were already empty.

Half a month of fragrance, one day of splendor, no fruit left...

When he saw the longevity tree grow, Mo's mood was agitated.Until seven years later, the flowers bloomed seven times and flowers fell seven times, but the longevity tree still had no meaning of bearing fruit.Mo tore through Hua's hair at the temples and made a bold decision.

Forcible fusion is a process of narrow escape.

Waking up from a three-year long sleep, Mo frowned when he smelled the smell of blood emanating from his body.He raised his arms, looked at the baby-smooth skin, and laughed out loud.

Losing both feet, losing the ability to leave the range of the longevity wood, and even losing the possibility of insemination, in exchange for nearly 20 years of youth, and in exchange for the hope of immortality, this deal is not a loss at all!

However, Mo's dream didn't last long.He soon discovered that it was not that he would not age, but that he aged much slower than ordinary people.

Sure enough, if you're not a heavenly being, can't you?He tore apart bodyguards one after another with his bare hands, feeling the wonderful taste of blood blending into his body, even if he got their vitality, he still couldn't reverse the aging process!

There is obviously a small half of the heavenly and human imprint on his body!

Suddenly, Mo's light flashed.Isn't the difference between oneself and heaven and man just that more than half of the engravings are missing?If you have a complete engraving, wouldn't you be able to become a celestial being?

Mo secretly imprisoned his nephew who had managed Yong for him for three full years while he was asleep.

That was the one of Brother Nine's sons who resembled him the most, and also the one with the best qualifications and inherited the most engravings.He and Mo grew up as childhood sweethearts, and their friendship is even more like that of brothers.

Mo Mo tried many methods, but he couldn't transfer the engraving to himself.Looking at the dying person on the ground, he suddenly felt a strong longing.

When he used the place where it was impossible to spit out the essence of life to pierce the body of the bruised man, Mo looked at his terrified and despairing eyes, felt the terrifying power flowing into his body, and knew that he had finally succeeded.

When Yongle had no descendants of heaven and man except himself, Mo knew several feasible methods of stripping off the engraving.Although most of his body was covered by dense blood-colored engravings, Mo began to worry about the source of the engravings.

It is absolutely impossible for me to stay away from the longevity tree, so who can go instead of me?Apart from doing it yourself, there is almost no way to remove the engraving.It is likely that the dead body will be rotten and useless after being transported thousands of miles away, but there will be many troubles in bringing the living back...

In another flowering season, Mo dug a small hole in the trunk of the longevity tree, injected his own blood and put a part of his little finger, and then sealed the hole with the power of engraving.Sure enough, after the bustling end, he got a bloody cocoon.Feeling the breath of life inside, he threw the cocoon into the blood pool used to irrigate the longevity wood with a smile.

After three full months of ups and downs in the bloody water, finally, a tiny baby emerged from the cocoon.Looking at the face that was exactly the same as his own, Mo suddenly felt the joy of being a father for the first time.

Mo named him Yan, and raised him for more than ten years before sending this first "child" to the other side of the river.Did the father raise himself with such a mood at the beginning?There was a smile on Mo's mouth.

However, Mo's first child never came back...

Consuming one-tenth of the imprints on his body and one-third of his blood, the child made of flesh and blood did not return as promised.Mo Mingming can feel that he is still living in a certain place in the world, sharing life with him far away, and there seems to be a joy of freedom rushing in his blood...

Mo Yin went back under the longevity tree with a gloomy face, dug a small hole many years ago, picked out his finger bones, and crushed them into powder.Feeling that the breath of life in the distance disappeared instantly, he told himself with a cold smile.He is not your son, he is just one of your tools!

The offspring that were produced later did not join their own flesh and blood, so that their bodies did not last, and usually could only last for no more than 50 years.

That's good, tools don't need to last, Mo smiled with satisfaction.He doesn't even name these descendants anymore, he only calls them by rank.Except for the method of peeling off the engraving, Mo no longer taught them anything. After telling them that it was possible to defeat him and give them a hope, he sent them on the way north.

Everything was going well until Eleven came along.

On the second day after the longevity tree flowers withered, Mo went to see the blood species he had planted.He was a little surprised that this time the cocoon was more than twice as big as usual, and the hatching time was much longer than usual.It's a very talented tool too!Mo is looking forward to Eleven very much, the engravings on his body are almost the same, maybe this is the last one?

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Eleven is indeed very smart, he is too smart!

Mo covered the wound on his waist and sighed.Even if he got all the engravings on Eleven's body, after deducting the cost of making him, and the power consumed by healing the wound...it seems that another offspring needs to be made.

How on earth did I make such a small thing?

There was an expression of dependence on the same face as myself!Although he still smelled of blood, he could still see the innocence in his eyes.I like to stick to myself every day, the scariest thing is...

He was dizzy!

Mo helplessly smoothed the bulge between the eyebrows, and almost every method of peeling off the engraving required the other party to feel extreme fear in order to loosen the engraving.How can Twelve be sent out to do things with his appearance like this?

"Daddy, Daddy, look at the wreath I made from the flowers of the holy tree!"

When the young man laughed and threw himself into his arms, Mo suddenly felt a little shaken, maybe it's not bad to live together until the end of life?He shook his head and dismissed the outlandish thought from himself.

Wiping off the sweat stains on his smooth forehead, he sighed indifferently.Sigh... This little thing, no matter how I teach it, I can't call it Father Emperor, but only Daddy... Forget it, teach it slowly, there will be a day when you will learn it.

Even though he had to stop midway every time he was teaching peeling and coaxing him to make him smile, Mo still couldn't bear to speed up the progress.

"Daddy, I'm going to find you a heavenly seal.

twelve"

Mo crushed the note in his hand, and strangled the maid's neck: "What's going on?!"

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Calm down. The Twelfth Prince suddenly inquired about his brothers' deeds, and even went to pick up books and classics to read, uh—"

Mo casually threw away the corpse in his hand, feeling extremely anxious in his heart.Little Twelve, his little Twelve, the little Twelve who didn't know anything, actually went to the other side of the river alone!

"Hurry up and send someone to chase him! Stop him!"

When Mo saw the child who was as bright as the sun again, his whole body was stained with blood, and half of his cheek was bloody.

Mo's heart tightened all of a sudden, and with a glimmer of hope, he hugged him into his arms, tore open his clothes, and found in despair that the blood...those sticky blood flowed from the trembling boy's body from.

"Twelve, bear with it, and the emperor will heal your injuries immediately." Mo gathered all the strength in his body and sent it towards the young man.

"Daddy, if you don't have engravings, you will die, right? I... I don't want to defeat Daddy, I just want to fulfill Daddy's wish. Look... I brought back seven engravings, although it was terrible when I took them off, But... I still succeeded, and I brought back seven... engravings!...Daddy, I'm so sleepy, can you hug me and let me sleep?"

"Don't sleep! Twelve, don't sleep, don't sleep, okay? Open your eyes, Daddy will tell you stories, just tell stories about Daddy's Daddy, okay?"

The superficial wounds have been healed, and Mo frantically repaired the broken organs.Until the boy's body gradually turned cold, he still didn't stop...

Looking up at the person who seemed to be sleeping with a smile on his face, Mo's heart throbbed again.why?Obviously, he has been made into a puppet that will never be damaged, a puppet that can accompany him through endless lives in the future...

What is that empty feeling in my heart?

It's just a tool, why every time I think of him, I always feel so uncomfortable, but I can't help but want to look at him?

Mo sighed, stroked the bulge on the longevity wood.

The new blood cocoon looks very full, should be able to collect all the engravings this time, right?