[God Seal] Rebellion

The mind felt dizzy for no reason, and when Fengyu woke up again, he was already in the study of the Demon Palace.He has no idea of ​​the chaos that the Demon God Emperors will have in the future, nor the miserable life his grandfather and great-great-grandfather will have in the future. Of course, he will not think about it, and he has no time to think about it.Because at this time, Fengxiu was in the study, looking at him with joy.

Fengyu has been away for five whole days, and Fengxiu has not closed her eyes during these five days.Almost as soon as Fengyu left, he regretted it. Since the establishment of that road, only one clansman has walked it and returned alive, and--that person was also seven or eight hundred years old when he walked that road, and his cultivation level was also high. There are nine levels.

He—how could he let his son go by his temper?

For the past five days, Fengxiu's heart has been up and down every day. If something happened to his son, what should he do?

That was the child he owed deeply, the child he wanted to hold in his palm and pamper.Fengxiu once made up her mind that as long as she was still alive, she would never let this child suffer any more grievances.But now...

Fengxiu didn't know what to do, he never thought that one day he would lose his composure like this again.He couldn't enter the dragon tomb through the scroll in his hand, and couldn't know what his child's current situation was.This is the first time Fengxiu has been so restless in several years.

Staying in the study, tirelessly reviewing files and flipping through books, I dare not let myself think about when my son will come back, let alone think about where my son will be on that road. What kind of torture.

He did not let Agares and Vasago know about it, and because of Ling Ruo's restraint, he did not tell anyone about it in the Presbyterian Church.So during these five days, only Fengxiu was restless.All the way to the study, because he knew that if he wanted to return to the Holy Demon Continent from the Dragon Tomb, the only exit was here.Sure enough, he waited here for his son who came back.

"Yu'er."

Because of the excessive tension of the nerves, Fengxiu would be alarmed by the slightest disturbance in the study.Seeing her son's figure at a glance, Fengxiu dropped the scroll in her hand, walked to her son's side in a few steps, and carefully sized up the young man in front of her.Caressing her son's pale face with her slender fingers, Fengxiu thought to herself.

'Has the injury been healed by the ancestor? '

He would be the first to say that his son didn't suffer at all from taking that road.Although he was indeed looking forward to it, his reason told him that it was impossible.Fengyu's complexion was too pale. Although the child's complexion was usually fair, fairness and paleness were different.How could Fengxiu not know that pale complexion is the most obvious symptom after excessive blood loss.

Seeing that even the blood on Fengyu's lips was gone, Fengxiu knew in her heart that her son must have been seriously injured on that road.And Fengyu is not injured now, it must be because the ancestor Baal has treated him.

not to mention……

The clothes Fengyu wore were not the ones she wore when she went to the Dragon Tomb.

"The child has seen the father."

When Fengyu saw his father, he couldn't help but relax his tense nerves. Although he knew it was a bit out of place, he still said to his father in a coquettish tone.

"Father, look, the boy is fine. The boy has already told you that you don't have to worry about him."

Blinking his eyes lightly, there was a rare playful smile on the young man's delicate and pretty face.

"this is the last time."

Seeing her son acting like a spoiled child, Fengxiu's face turned cold. She poked her son's smooth forehead with her slender and powerful white fingers. Looking at her son's aggrieved eyes, the sourness in her heart eased a little, but on the surface she still taught with a straight face. .

"Remember, father, you are not allowed to talk so fast in the future, and you are not allowed to take unnecessary risks! Do you understand?"

If you have something to do, your father will take care of it for you. You don't need a kid like you to take on these responsibilities that you don't need to bear.You are still a child.

"The boy knows."

Fengyu was a little bit dissatisfied with his father treating him like a child, but in the end he obediently responded, he could clearly see the worry in his father's eyes and the tiredness between his brows.

"Then, father, can you let the child go to rest? Also, father, don't be busy all day long, at least give yourself some time to rest!"

"..."

Sighing silently, Fengxiu stretched out her hand to touch her son's cool little face, she felt sorry for her son's pale face, but she felt a little helpless when she looked at her son's slightly sly eyes.This kid always makes people angry with him.

Putting his right hand on his son's thin shoulder, a soft spiritual force entered the boy's body, followed the body's tendons and veins, and then returned to Fengxiu's body.There was no obvious injury, and this result was somewhat beyond Fengxiu's expectations. While thinking about whether to go to the Dragon Tomb to meet his grandfather later and ask about his son's condition, he withdrew his hand and said in a soft voice.

"This trip, I have suffered a lot."

"It's okay."

Fengyu replied, seeing her father's obviously disbelieving eyes, she added with a smile.

"Don't worry, father, the trip to the Dragon's Tomb is within the scope of my child's tolerance. Then, my child will leave."

After all, he bowed his head slightly and said softly.

"Go."

Fengxiu patted her son's head, returned to her seat, nodded slightly, and signaled her son to leave.Fengyu turned around, and when he opened the study door, he said to his father by turning around.

"Father, you should also rest. You can deal with the copywriting scrolls later, so don't exhaust your body. Resign, my child."

Watching her son leave, Fengxiu raised the corners of her lips slightly, but did not rely on what her son said to rest. She took out a small brocade box from her bosom, and with a few twitches with her slender fingers, she took out the A black pill.Putting it into the mouth, resisting the strange taste of the pill melting in the mouth, Fengxiu closed her eyes and adjusted her breath for a while, then opened her eyes.

Taking out a scroll from the space ring she carried with her, and injecting spiritual power into it, Fengxiu slightly opened her thin lips, and spit out the two words "Dragon Tomb".Then his figure gradually became nothingness, and finally faded away, disappearing in place.

In other words, Fengxiu went to the Dragon Tomb over there, but Fengyu here returned to the side hall where she usually lives.

After bathing, Fengyu was wearing a loose silver-black nightgown, and her slender white fingers were combing her slightly wet long black hair, and there was a tired look between her exquisite eyebrows. "Fengyu, are you wronged?" He asked himself in his heart, laughing silently, how could he not be wronged?

?When he was struggling to walk across the sea of ​​flames, when he was pricked by thorns and dripping blood all over his body, how could he not be wronged? !Why can't he be wronged by his mother's hatred and his tribe's difficulties? !Again, no matter how precocious he is, he is only 14 years old!

For other high-level demons, 14 years old can only be regarded as a cub, a baby held in the hands of the elders and cared for.

And him?What about Fengyu?

Maybe only his father is willing to treat him as a child, but even with his father's care, he is not enough to enjoy it for seven years.Seven years ago, his father's indifference was also the sharpest weapon that hurt him the most.Also, it wasn't my father's fault.He knew it, just like his mother, like this palace, like this trip to the Dragon Tomb.

He could see his father's exhaustion, and he could also see that his father really loved him, so how could he bear to let his father worry about him?How could he bear to let his father be a little bit disappointed in him?He couldn't bear it, so he couldn't pester his father, act like a baby to him, and couldn't pester his father, crying to him about his grievances and dissatisfaction.

Lying reclined on a large and comfortable four-poster bed, covered with a soft brocade quilt.The spiritual power leaked out, steaming his long hair dry in an instant, and Fengyu silently retracted herself into the quilt. Although Barr used his own spiritual power to help his wound heal completely, the blood he lost was not so easy to make up for. back.Excessive blood loss had already made him very tired. Being able to hold on to finish talking with his father and take a bath actually proved that he had perseverance that ordinary people did not have.

Hugging the corners of the quilt habitually, and burying her face in the quilt, Fengyu sobbed silently, her spiritual power circulated around her body all the time, and the tears evaporated away as soon as they touched the quilt.There is no sound, no trace, how can he allow others to know the fragility of his maple jade?Cry for a while, just for a while.Fengyu said to herself softly in her heart, tomorrow is another new day, if you persevere, you will be fine one day.

Turning the perspective again, let us see what His Majesty Fengxiu is doing now.

Dragon Tomb:

In an elegant pavilion located in the mountains, two handsome men sat facing each other.The person on the left is dressed in a black robe, his black hair is tied with a silver ring, and his icy blue eyes are as cold as ice.He stretched out his hand and picked up the cup. The ice-colored skin contrasted with the white porcelain, which was extremely beautiful.

"You should be really lucky, your father changed that path to the path of thorns on a whim a few days ago."

The light-colored lips are slightly parted, but the beautiful voice is as cold as his person.Slightly raising the black eyelashes, the icy blue pupils seem to be looking straight into the heart of the person opposite.

"Otherwise, that child might really be buried in this dragon tomb."

With his head down, Fengxiu's palms in his sleeves trembled slightly, his long hair blocked the expression on his face, but it couldn't stop the crystal drops of water dripping down his cheeks.

"Take back your tears!"

Frowning fiercely, Feng Bing put the white porcelain teacup in his hand heavily on the cold jade table in front of him.

"After so many years, why do you still look like this! Look at your current morality, even your 14-year-old son is inferior!"

"However, grandfather, as the emperor of our clan, I have caused the power of our clan's bloodline to almost dry up. As Yu'er's father, I can't protect him. I can only let him go this way."

Fengxiu raised her head, her bright blue pupils seemed to be covered by a layer of water mist.

"I……"

After a pause, he raised the corners of his lips bitterly.

"During the more than 600 years of my reign, the demons have been in a state of steadfastness, and the elder, although I hate him for restricting me everywhere, and this time even forced me to send Yu'er to the dragon tomb, but I I also have to admit that the demons can live without me, but they cannot live without him."

"Ling Ruo, he is the reason why you have been reluctant to see your father."

Feng Bing glanced at his grandson.

"Actually, you don't have to blame yourself too much. The exhaustion of bloodline power is a matter of time. After all, that kind of noble and pure bloodline is too rare and precious. We have no way to pass it on forever. We all know that no one I will blame you. Besides, we are not without a way to recover, why do you want to dig into this dead end?"

Speaking of this, looking at the mist in his grandson's eyes, he sighed slightly, raised his right hand, clasped his middle and middle fingers and flicked lightly, and the tears on Fengxiu's cheeks disappeared.He softened his voice, and the usually cold-hearted Demon God Emperor showed a rare tenderness.

"I know, in fact, you mainly feel sorry for your precious son this time."

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the tears in Fengxiu's eyes were no longer there.

"I owe him..."

"You locked that child in the side hall not to protect him."

Taking a sip of tea, Feng Bing lowered her eyes.

"If you want to say I'm sorry, I'm afraid that all the demon god emperors in our history have been sorry for him. Back then, you were forced to marry that half-breed girl from the Star Demon Clan and my Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Clan, and let her conceive Yu'er, just because of Yu'er's body. Bloodline. Looking at it now, the calculation back then was half successful, and it was a surprise that he subdued the Dragon Emperor's order."

"I was also surprised about the Dragon Emperor Token. I didn't expect it at all. At that time, I just saw that Xiao Yu'er liked that thing, and I thought it was a tasteless thing, so I gave it to Yu'er to play with. I really didn't expect it He was able to subdue that thing."

Fengxiu sighed.

"Grandfather, I thought that I never owed anyone in this life, but I never thought that the one who owed the most would be my only child. It's a trick of luck."

"..."

Playing with the teacup in his hand, Feng Bing was speechless for a while, and Feng Xiu also remained silent, the atmosphere in the pavilion became stiff all of a sudden.In the end, it was Feng Bing who spoke first and broke the tranquility,

"Forget it, the great-grandfather gave the child a token so that he can travel between the Holy Demon Continent and this place on his own. In the future, you can take care of the child and let him come to the Dragon Tomb more often. We will teach him as much as possible and try to compensate him. Bar."

"Yes."

Fengxiu said yes, but she sighed slightly in her heart, compensation?The human heart is like a mirror, if it is broken, it is broken, even if it can be glued together, the crack will always exist.But what else?The damage done to that child will never be undone.

"Okay, you go back."

Feng Bing put down the teacup.

"Take the child to practice in the secret room after he recovers. It will be beneficial to his practice. I hope he can reach the ninth level as soon as possible. If he can fully activate the Dragon Emperor Token, then Eris will have no value in existence. How dare you come and blackmail me from the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Clan? You really don’t know how to live or die! Do you think you are the princess of the Star Demon Clan and can ignore your bloodline from the Heaven-Defying Demon Dragon Clan? You are just dreaming!"

"Grandson understands."

Fengxiu nodded.

"Then, grandson will leave."

"Ah."

In response, seeing Fengxiu's figure slowly fade away, Fengbing sighed slowly and shook his head helplessly.

"You're blaming yourself."

A faint voice sounded behind him, Feng Bing was startled for a moment, then turned around, and saw an expected figure come into view.The visitor's black gauze robes were layered on top of each other, covered with a black dress, and his knee-length hair with the color of black pearls was scattered casually.Standing with hands down, the visitor's Qingjun face does not have a smile on it, but it gives people a gentle feeling, and there is a magic power that can comfort people's hearts in the soft sky blue eyes. This person is not the second generation of Demon God Huang Feng. Who is Jing?

"Master Grandfather."

Feng Bing stood up and said softly.

"I'm not blaming myself."

"No, you're blaming yourself, and you feel that if you hadn't come up with that idea, that kid wouldn't have had such a traumatic experience."

Feng Jing opened his lips lightly, expressing Feng Bing's thoughts in one word.

"So, shouldn't I blame myself?"

After being silent for a while, Feng Bing smiled wryly without words.

"If you say that, I'm afraid that all of us should blame ourselves, shouldn't we? After all, I was the one who enriched and completed your idea, and finally it was finalized and implemented by the emperor. Even Luoer and Qinger were out A force."

Feng Jing spoke slowly in his characteristic gentle tone.

"So, it's not you, it's all of us who owe that child. However, I don't regret it. For the continuation of my family, I don't regret it even if it makes my soul fly away. Do you regret it? ?”

Hearing this, Feng Bing chuckled bitterly, slowly lowered his head, and a barely audible murmur came into the ears of the two of them.

"Naturally... I don't regret it."

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