I, Long Jun, am not short!

Emperor Ancheng's fingertips were trembling: "If...if this is the case...no, why should I believe you, why should I believe that this is true, and why should I believe that that is not!"

Mu Yin said in a low voice: "Emperor Ancheng, I checked, and the time when Shangshen Lianxi became a soul was indeed earlier than yours. In addition, there is really no need for Shangshen Lianxi to intercept and kill you. You Think about it, they are all colleagues, what good is it for him to kill you, it would be better to expose the matter between you and Princess Mo Chenyang, which will definitely catch you off guard."

What happened back then, in fact, I can’t tell what I have to say. Dijun Ancheng worked hard, relying on hatred and thinking about Yan Cijing for more than 1000 years. How desperate and hated he was at the beginning. I really can't remember.

Emperor Ancheng closed his eyes slightly. He didn't know how he had been so muddled for thousands of years, so that he never thought about the many unreasonable things in it.

It may also be because no one has stood with him and analyzed it. Although Nanhuo is smart, he doesn't understand these things. He only listens to Ancheng Dijun, and Ancheng Dijun has been guarding himself for a long time. He doesn't remember anything except hatred. up.

"I..." Ancheng Dijun suddenly looked at Yan Cijing, "Do you believe it, child, tell me, do you believe me, am I wrong? is it my fault?!"

Yan Cijing stretched out his hand to shake Chu Xian, and walked slowly towards Emperor Ancheng.Several people have been deadlocked here for so long, Xuanyun was protected by Jiuling and Chu Xian in front of him, God Lianxi was stopped by Xuanyun, Mu Yin was dragged behind by Emperor Jiuling when he arrived, and since he was injured, After arriving in Chu Xian, he stayed by Chu Xian's side every step of the way. Only Ancheng Dijun stood on the other side, with a lonely indifference, looking indestructible, but Yan Cijing felt that he could understand Ancheng Dijun and hugged him tightly. The end of the crossbow under the skin.

Ancheng Dijun is slightly taller than him, to be precise, slightly taller than everyone present, his appearance is noble, especially Jiuling, these 1000 years of madness basically have not affected his unparalleled elegance, if not He was full of death and gloom, if not for that gorgeous hair, he would still be the high-spirited God of War back then.

Yan Cijing raised his hand and slowly brushed the messy hair on his forehead back behind his ears, and asked him in a low voice, "Did you look much better when your hair was not gray than now?"

What kind of Ancheng Dijun with not yet white hair is like? Ancheng himself was stunned. Martial gods like them don't like to look in the mirror very much. Memory, he can't remember it for a long time, and the pictures that can be turned up in his mind when he suddenly mentions it are just flashing shadows, and he can't remember what that black hair looks like for a long time.

He smiled bitterly: "It should be, no matter who it is, black hair is always better than white hair."

Yan Cijing nodded: "My mother also told me that she said that my father is a very powerful hero. He fought in all directions and stabilized the whole world. She also said that my father is so good-looking that even women can't compare to him."

Speaking of this, he suddenly smiled lowly: "When I was very young, my mother said that I looked like my father and was as good-looking as him. She would draw a portrait of me every year, because she was afraid that my father would miss me so much. Years of growing up will make me feel guilty, I want to leave it to my father."

Ancheng Dijun's lips trembled: "Don't...don't say it..."

"In fact, she knows very well that her father will not come back." Yan Cijing wanted to continue: "She never told me who my father is, and she never told me who I am. It took so long to know such a little bit.”

"I always thought that I didn't have a father, and I didn't even know that my mother was a demon. She didn't tell me anything until she died. It was a corpse collected by the demon world—I didn't know it at the time, and I was hunted down for no reason. , somehow met Xianxian, after all, it was a few years to live a peaceful life, and then..."

He shook his head at An Cheng: "...Then Xian Xian was trampled and broke all his bones."

At this point, Yan Cijing's carefree youth is over, and only the thousand years of unwillingness, loneliness and depression are left.

How much hatred, how much Ancheng Dijun hated everyone at that time, he could use any method to stuff what he wanted into His Royal Highness Longjun's body, even if it was to deceive him?

Why did he choose to destroy his calamity, let people step on His Highness the Dragon Lord who has been proud all his life, break all the bones in his body, and pierce all his high spirits?

It hurts so much, Chu Xian can't even cry, he can't live or die, when he is lying on the ground covered in blood, when his broken bone relapses and falls on the cold ground of the Demon Realm, if he knows who killed him How hopeless would it be for Dijun Ancheng who watched him grow up.

His lingering sickness for 1000 years, 1000 years of unbearable bone pain, so many bitter soups and medicines he drank, so much weight loss, and his never-to-be-recovered health are all thanks to Emperor Ancheng.

And Emperor Ancheng is Yan Cijing's biological father, and the person who deceived him is Yan Cijing's blood-related uncle.

All these things made Yan Cijing feel guilty even if he looked at him more.He once hated the person who caused Chu Xian like this to the bone, and also, no, until just now, he had unspeakable expectations and affection for his father who had never appeared, even if he might be a dead person.

Yan Cijing took a light breath: "You don't know, Mozun sent people to hunt and kill me. From the time my mother died until I came out of the blue sea and sky. He knows my existence better than anyone else. But he never told you, did he."

He smiled: "I've talked a lot these days, and I'm a little tired. In fact, I talked a lot before I entered Bihaiyuntian, but then I talked less. I can't do it like Cishu can talk to anyone. Nagging, I'm really tired. But how did I get to this point after all these years?"

"Father, I feel very wronged. Even though I know you were deceived, I shouldn't blame you for everything, but I am still very wronged."

Ancheng Dijun's lips trembled so much that he couldn't speak, he looked as if he was about to cry, Yan Cijing reached out and wiped his dry eyes: "Don't cry. I said so much, just want to tell you, I believe They. Emperor Xuanyun is your disciple, you should know what he is like best, and you know what Mozun is like better than us."

"Father. It's your fault, stop it."

The author has something to say: Happy New Year!

It's finally the New Year's Eve. To be honest, I have a lot to say, but unfortunately I don't have time. How about I talk about it tomorrow? ? ?

Then I will send red envelopes today, um, send red envelopes for all messages

May 2019 be kind to you my love

be happy