Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Saying that he didn't like it, he still took the candied haws from Xuanlong's hand.

"If you don't like it, don't force it. I'll cook it for you." Xuanlong instructed, then slowly turned and walked towards the stove.

He has lived here for 10 years, but the stove doesn't fire too much. God doesn't need to eat every day, and he can maintain his spiritual power by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon once a month.

Most of the gods ascended from mortals are used to eating three meals a day on time, and they have always maintained the habit.There are also many gods who were born as gods because their long god lives are too boring and lackluster, and they also learn to eat three meals like ordinary people.

The reason why Xuanlong built the stove that day was because he thought that the house would be warm if there were fireworks.But he was alone, and when the misty and hot steam was really floating in the room, he felt lonely instead.

He is not very good at cooking, but he is very good at making chicken soup because he has practiced it thousands of times.

Before he fell into the mortal world, once he and Yan Yuan went for a stroll in the mortal world. When they were tired, they stopped at a small stall on the side of the road, and they ordered a bowl of chicken soup to copy their hands.

They had just got married at that time, Yan Yuan, as the emperor of heaven, would inevitably be entangled in government affairs, and it was impossible for her to go down to the earth to copy hands for a bowl of food.

When Xuanlong was free, he went to the mortal world to find the owner of the small stall, spent some money to buy the recipe of Chaoshou chicken soup, practiced it repeatedly, and made a bowl by himself on Yan Yuan's birthday and delivered it to him.

Xuanlong really has no talent in cooking. Although he worked very hard, the taste of the cooking was always a little worse than that of the stall owner, but Yan Yuan was very happy. Since then, he has been pestering him from time to time, asking him to Make Chaoshou for him to eat, and the mortal world doesn't even think about going.

Xuanlong lived here, when there was no evil outside to get rid of, the inside and outside of the house had been cleaned repeatedly, and the irises in the yard had been watered, and he didn't know what to do, he went to the mortal world to buy some ingredients and came back to make chicken soup.

That person is long gone, and he doesn't know what's the point of continuing to make this chicken soup. Anyway, no matter how delicious it is, no one will eat it. Even if the taste is better than that of the stall owner, no one will laugh and praise He, but he is still going on, 10 years like a day.

It seemed that the person was right there, waiting to eat a bowl of steaming chicken soup made by himself.

Ah Zhi looked at the people who were busy by the stove, the heat in the pot was dense, and Xuanlong's figure became a little blurry. Ah Zhi sat at the table, pinched candied haws, looked at him and said:

"You...how about you go and treat the wound first, I'm not very hungry right now."

"It's nothing." Xuanlong focused on the movements of the outflanking hands in his hands, pinching each one carefully and carefully, as if nothing in life was more important than the outflanking hands in his hands.

Ah Zhi frowned, surprised that Xuanlong had such a skill, the hands were like delicate little ingots, even in size and almost uniform.

The chicken soup has been simmering in the inner pot of the stove, and Xuanlong exerted spiritual power to make the chicken soup simmered in the time of two cups of tea. The taste is as mellow as simmering for 5 hours, and the white water in the outer pot has boiled. , Just wait for the hand to be put into the pot, and it can be eaten after boiling twice.

Ah Jian tried to persuade him not to move, and secretly made a formula to call the Immortal Doctor, just halfway through the incantation, Xuan Long actually felt something, raised his head and looked at him through the hazy water mist.

"Don't call the Immortal Doctor."

"Why?"

Xuanlong was silent for a while: "...I'm used to being quiet, and I don't like being disturbed by others."

He was afraid that if Yan Yuan had half a soul left in the world, when she came to look for him, she would not be able to find her way home, and she would smell strange, which is always bad.

Ah Zhi couldn't understand Xuanlong's stubbornness, he got angry but he couldn't help it, he hadn't seen Xuanlong for a long time, in fact he had no position to say anything.

Xuanlong didn't talk much at first, basically it was Ah Zhi who said something, and he only replied, and the room became quiet again, except for the sound of hot water boiling, there was nothing else, this kind of silence lasted until Chaoshou was served on the table.

"Try it... if it suits your appetite."

"Ah."

"All these years... are you okay?"

The father and son sat facing each other, Ah Zhi held the spoon and stirred the Chao Shou in the bowl, it was too hot to eat.

Xuan Long paused for a moment holding the spoon, and smiled.

"Fortunately."

Thinking about it, it must not be too good, Ah Zhi was ignorant when he was young, Yan Yuan left, it was like digging out Xuanlong's heart, he didn't know how to feel sorry for him, let it go, and put all the crimes on Xuanlong's head, repeatedly saying The mother also refused to call, and he was not allowed to call his name, so from the time we met until now, Xuanlong has never called Ah Zhi's name.

In the second year after Yan Yuan left, on Ah Zhi's birthday, he threw Xuanlong's gift in front of the gods, telling him to get lost, saying that he was not worthy of calling his name.

Xuanlong firmly remembered that he never made him unhappy, but Ah Zhi still didn't want to see him.

A child doesn't know so many twists and turns, he only knows that since he can remember, he has always been by his side, pampering him and loving his father, who turned into flying ashes in Xuanlong's arms, and he will never There is no father.

According to word of mouth in the God Realm, Xuanlong killed Yan Yuan. He asked Xuanlong if this was the case, but Xuanlong never denied it, and Ah Zhi hated Xuanlong ever since.

If time can come back again, he will definitely persuade his father not to take him to find any mother, he doesn't want his mother, he only wants his father to live well, if possible, he even hopes that the person who leaves is Xuanlong.

This is the true thought in the young Ah Zhi's heart.

In those years, the Lord Yiling tried to mediate, but the effect was minimal. Ah Zhi couldn't listen to it at all. He didn't understand why the father would rather die than stay with his mother. This logic didn't hold for him at all.

It wasn't until he gradually grew up, became an adult, had a sweetheart, and was even willing to make the same choice as Yan Yuan for his sweetheart, that he finally understood why.

He has been blaming Xuanlong all these years, and he feels guilty in his heart. He can't help but want to visit Xuanlong and apologize to him.But I also thought that for 10 years, I refused to see Xuanlong, and Xuanlong didn't come to see me, maybe I didn't miss myself at all, so I was awkward, and refused to talk to Xuanlong when I met him, making trouble with children temper.

But after not getting along for a long time, he felt that Xuanlong didn't miss him. He would go to the mortal world to buy him delicious food and make chicken soup for him even though he was injured. He must be very happy to be here.

Maybe he often secretly went to Jiuchongtian to see him behind his back, but he just didn't let himself know.

When he was ignorant, he hated Xuanlong very much. After a long time, no one dared to mention Xuanlong's name in front of him. Even if the Lord Yiling knew that Xuanlong came to visit him, he would definitely not dare to tell him, for fear of backfire. .

"It's okay." Ah Zhi lowered his head, the hot air from the bowl mixed with the fragrance rose to his face, making his eyes a little hot and his voice a little hoarse.After straightening out his thoughts, guilt overwhelmed him more and more.

"What about you?" Xuanlong asked.

"I'm fine. I've been taught by a fairy teacher in civil and military affairs, and I've been served by a fairy girl by my side. I've been well-clothed and well-fed, and I haven't wasted my time." Ah Zhi replied with his head down, and the golden beans fell into the bowl one by one.

Seeing him crying for no reason, Xuan Long stood up helplessly, not knowing what to do: "You...what's the matter...but copying hands doesn't suit your appetite..."

"Don't cry... what do you like to eat, tell me, I'll buy it..."

Ah Zhi sniffed heavily, and shook his head. At this moment, Chaoshou was just ready to eat. He held the spoon and began to eat, the more he ate, the more heaved his tears.

Xuanlong supported the table and slowly sat back on the stool, his throat throbbing: "But something happened to make you unhappy..."

Ah Zhi still shook his head and refused to speak.

In a short while, he ate up the big bowl of chicken soup, and even drank the soup. Ah Zhi gently put the bowl down, and the tears finally stopped.

Xuanlong hadn't been around the child these years, and didn't understand what was going on in his heart. Seeing that he was sad, his heart was also sad, so he became more cautious.

"Is there any more?"

Ah Zhi shook his head: "No more... I'm full, Chao Shou is delicious."

"I have lived a good life these years, but you...you should also take good care of yourself. If your father knows that you don't take care of your body like this, you will definitely be very sad."

Xuanlong listened to him silently, without speaking.

Ah Zhi: "Let me treat the wound for you."

"No need..." Xuanlong subconsciously didn't want him to see his wounds.

"Are you blaming me for not wanting to see you for 10 years?" Ah Zhi lowered his eyes, looking very lonely.

Xuanlong: "No..."

In the end, Xuanlong still took off his clothes, revealing the wounds. There are no parents in the world who can hold back their children. Ah Zhi just showed such an expression, and Xuanlong felt so uncomfortable that his heart was twisted together.

The heart was stabbed by the tentacles of the Nightmare. No matter how many nightmares the Nightmare devoured, it would not be the opponent of the Xuanlong. Weaving the appearance of Yan Yuan.

Xuanlong has not seen Yan Yuan for too long, so long that he almost forgot the other party's breath and temperature. Over the past [-] years, the number of times Yan Yuan entered his dreams is very few. He really misses her so much, even if It is a dream, and they are willing to immerse themselves in it forever, unwilling to break free.

He clearly knew that the person in front of him was a fake, and that he would be doomed forever. When "Yan Yuan" stretched out his hand to him, he still walked over without hesitation.

Yan Yuan was bathed in the sun, smiling so softly, stretched out her hand to him, and said, "Abo... come here."

How could he bear to refuse.

Just when his hand was about to put Yan Yuan's palm, there was a heart-piercing pain in his heart. He lowered his head to look, and saw a black tentacles as thick as an arm pierced into his heart. Yan Yuan in front of him disappeared and became It became a strange wriggling monster like a sea monster, and let out a piercing shrill laugh.

The previous battle against the Nightmare was already seriously injured. Although Xuanlong fell into his tricks, he reacted in a timely manner. After cutting off the tentacles, he didn't need much effort to crush the monster.

The wound seemed to bleed a lot, but in fact it didn't hurt the vitals, but because it had been eroded by the devil's energy, it left a black blood hole, which looked quite scary. When Ah Zhi applied the medicine for him, his eyes were red Seems to be bleeding.

"Does it hurt..."

"...It doesn't hurt." Xuanlong pursed his lips, wanting to comfort him, but didn't know what to say.

Smelling the devilish energy, Ah Zhi knew how the injury came about. He said in a hoarse voice, "You have to protect yourself."

"Don't worry Father."

Xuanlong: "...OK."

After the medicine was finished, Xuanlong sat and tidied his clothes, and Ah Zhi stood in front of him, looking at his bloodless face under the candlelight: "Mother..."

Xuanlong paused for a long time before replying: "Yes."

"I'm sorry..." Ah Zhi trembled.

Xuan Long raised his face, his ice-green eyes were covered with white mist, and he bent his lips and said, "It's fine, what are you apologizing for?"

"All these years...I'm sorry." Ah Zhi hoarsely said.

"Don't apologize, I'm happiest when you live well." Xuan Long stood up, touched Ah Zhi's eyebrows with his fingertips lovingly, and caressed them inch by inch.

"The rest... is not important..."