A moment later, the unconscious soul of the rakshasa left the body that had lived there for a long time, and wandered in the Great Light Palace without rest, which was the memory of his father, and perhaps this was his last concern after his death (Legend of the Other, Chapter 18). Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info At the other end of the Great Light Palace, the Fifth Army of Shura has broken through the Shenwu Gate and entered the Great Light Palace, pouring into the Biluo Pavilion, where there is Shura who has been imprisoned for a long time.

"It took you three days to break through the gates? What has become of the current Shura Legion! "When the soldiers poured into the Biluo Pavilion and the ministers rushed in, Shura at this time was already sitting on the coffin of the gods, although he was old, he still maintained his dignity as an emperor, this is the majesty of 2,000 years, and it is the greatest glory of the entire human kingdom that sits on a dynasty and controls it. But what about a moment ago? Shura is still a down-and-out prisoner, and under the rescue of the soldiers, such a Shura actually has no trace of gratitude, and turns into a sharp question and anger.

Looking at the king, who was notoriously harsh, the fifth general did not say anything. It is said that when Feng Yu established the Shura Dynasty, he established a full 500,000 Shura Legion after he ascended the throne, which was organized into seven legions, and each regiment had one general, one general, and two generals. Now it is the veteran of Shura who is saved, and he has been fighting with Shura since he was very young, but now the generals of the past are dying of old age, and now it is a time when the good and the bad are mixed, the old ones are too old, and the new ones can't be connected, I'm afraid that the seven legions will come down, and there will be only a few loyal Shura left, everyone is frightened by Shura's iron-blooded policy, the first and second regiments attacked the Sanmiao country unsuccessfully, and the generals and generals asked for guilt and died, that is, now there is only one acting general in charge, so one mutiny, one is still on the road and has not yet arrived, In addition, the rest of the legions were all on the frontier, so only the lone Fifth Army was left to be saved.

"What about Rakshasa? Where is the Rakshasa going, press him to see me! Shura glanced at the silent general, and thought in his heart that he would settle accounts with him later, what he wanted to see most now was Rakshasa, although it was his own son, but after the incident, Shura was more angry with him, and he was already thinking in his heart how to talk about this rebellious son who was broken into thousands of pieces.

"Back to Your Majesty, this, this, I'm afraid Your Highness won't be able to come anymore." The waiter beside him said hesitantly.

"He's so dignified, what's not to come!" Shura asked in a hissing voice as he grabbed the waiter's clothes.

"He, His Royal Highness was already in the Fengxian Hall an hour ago, and Ah Qi had already entered with the coffin, I'm afraid he was lying in the coffin now."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue for the old Shura, just now he was still thinking about how to vent his anger at the rakshasa, and now his anger was suddenly poured down by a basin of ice water, which made Shura's already aging and weak heart instantly become cold, and for a while Shura was stunned for a long, long time, he didn't even know how to react, his mind was blank:

"Impossible, you, you're lying, come on, kill this liar!"

Shura stretched out his trembling finger and pointed at the waiter, he was full of thinking that if this liar died, his son would live, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe it, he wanted to see his son with his own eyes, he wanted to drag him up from the coffin, beat him with skin and flesh, and his body was completely unfinished. Now Shura doesn't want to punish Rakshasa anymore, he just wants Rakshasa to live, live well, as long as he is still well, he will never punish him again, his own suffering, just forget it, get it, it will be just a father and son quarrel.

"Quick, take me to him!"

The sun is shining outside the Fengxian Palace, and the sun is shining, but the dead people in the house make the Fengxian Hall become particularly cold and terrifying, the sunlight shines through the window and is sprinkled on the stone slab, but it can't bring a trace of warmth to the temple, just like this cold dead man, there is no trace of heat, and only the gradually stiff body is left.

The door "squeaked" open, Li Qi followed the sound and looked, but saw that there was a white-haired, old-fashioned Shura standing outside the door, which suddenly made her think of the past 2000 years, this also immortal emperor did not know how many sons he had sent away, people said that the old age will be sent to the end, but for Shura, there will always be only the pain of white-haired people sending black-haired people.

"You guys, get out of here!" Shura looked at the black coffin in the main hall in a daze, suddenly turned around and pointed to the group of people behind him, and said fiercely, "The farther you go, the better!" ”

"You are? Ah Qi? Seeing everyone walking away, Shura squinted his eyes, looked carefully at the person standing in front of the coffin, and asked.

"Back to Your Majesty, it's me!" Li Qi replied as he hurriedly walked over.

"Come," Seeing that it was the familiar Li Qi, Shura breathed a long sigh of relief and stretched out his hand eagerly.

"Help me in!" Because he can't take a step anymore, he can't take a single step, just like a person who almost sinks into a lake in despair, just wanting to get the final salvation from Li Qi.

Along the way, Shura walked very slowly and with great difficulty, as if he had walked for hundreds of years before he came to his son's coffin. The son who had vomited him for hundreds of years was actually described as lying haggard in the cold coffin, he was over 70 years old, and his hair was so white, but Shura still felt that this was still a child, or a very young child, a very troubled child, an ignorant child, why, he actually died like this.

"Shuangshichiro," Shura collapsed on top of the coffin, shaking the already stiff rakshasa vigorously, and shouted hoarsely, "Shuangshiro, wake up, my father wants to talk to you-"

However, Shura knew that his son could no longer get up.

"Son, get up quickly, don't sleep, your father doesn't blame you, even if you want to kill your father, your father will let you kill you, but you just don't want to die."

Shura was already in tears at this time, and he couldn't cry, "You are my son, how can you die in front of me, how can my father bear to look at you who are dead." I'm already so old, I'll be gone in a while, why don't you wait for my father, why can't you even wait for a while! You are the flesh and soul of your father's heart, I gave you life, and I am the continuation of my life, so you can't die in front of me. ”

Shura cried out heartbreakingly, each call making the aging emperor almost breathless. Inside the coffin, it was the old man who had reached the end of his life, but outside the coffin, it was the old dragon clock, the white-haired man who was drooping and old, Li Qi felt sour in his heart, and then he found that the most bitter thing in time was not that his father died in front of him, but that his father watched his death, and suddenly, Li Qi remembered the white hair of the night, and thought of the night when he grew old quickly after his death, and then he understood that his father in the world was the same.

Li Qi couldn't help but be moved, but suddenly found that behind the heartbroken Shura, a vague shadow floated in, "This is-Rakshasa?" ”

He looked at his old father sadly, and he didn't know what he was muttering, there was such a layer of paper between life and death, even if it was thin, it couldn't be pierced, it couldn't be touched, and many, many things would only cry when he saw the coffin.

The people in the coffin can't wake up, but the people outside the coffin can't see anything, people often say that there is a spirit in the sky, but it is Shura's every word, every expression, the soul of the dead rakshasa beside him, but he still listens so clearly and carefully as if he is alive, "Shuangqilang, in fact, my father came to you that day, just to tell you, you have always felt that your father doesn't love you, in fact, think about it, your father has always loved you-"

Rakshasa frowned, looked at Shura in a daze, and for a while Li Qi didn't know what he was thinking, "Father has only a handful of sons he likes in his life, and you are one of them, the most important child in my life, you said that my father likes the moon, but the palms and backs of his hands are full of meat, and my father also hurts, but he is still young, and you have been hurt by me for many years, so let him do it?" ”

I saw Shura nagging at a dead man and said, "In retrospect, the first one who hurt the most was the boss, because he was my eldest son, the first son, the meaning was very different, I hurt him for eight hundred years, until the day he died, at that time, I knew how damn my bullshit immortality was."

Later, I took pity on the son of my favorite concubine, he was very lively and cute, but I overdone it, and doted on him as a great villain whom everyone spat on, and then I had no choice but to execute him, you know? He was in his 40s at the time, and he still had a lot of years to live.

Later, I paid attention to the old Erba who could fight in battle, but he died on the battlefield, which is the price of my unification of the world. After that, I fought in the south and the north, and I didn't have a favorite son for a long time, until you appeared.

Shuangshichiro, you know what? You are the most like me, just like a small version of me, you know how much I love and hurt when I hold you, but why do you have to go against your father when you grow up? I asked you to be the prince, and you went to practice, and I finally persuaded you to marry you, but I didn't pay attention to my kindness, and even married a stranger, you know, I hate those strange things the most, even if you like a woman I don't love very much, in fact, I will agree, and then I said that you will point to the west, and never listen to me, why do you look so assertive.

When you were a child, you were so well-behaved and obedient. Well, after you married a stranger, I broke my heart, and then the moon was born, and now you are half old, and I love him a little more. But, how many wrong things you have done over the years, I don't blame you for killing my child, and I still let you be the prince, not because I don't know that you did it, but because you are my favorite child, I have never blamed you, just like this time, even if you want to kill me, I won't really kill you, because you are the root. It's my life—"

Shura's voice gradually deepened, because he was so tired that he couldn't speak, but his hand still kept stroking the rakshasa, as if this kind of touch, his son would not be taken away by Li Qi, a ghost official.

Suddenly, a portrait emerged from Rakshasa's arms, this is Rakshasa's mind, and finally wanted to express his father's heart, Shura was stunned, and suddenly seemed to understand something, and pounced on Rakshasa and hurriedly unfolded the portrait:

There were groups of familiar or unfamiliar faces, they stood here in rows, the young ones stood behind, the older they were, the more they leaned forward and in the middle, they wore all kinds of costumes, they did all kinds of work, some held children, some were husband and wife standing together, and in the middle of the portrait was the white-haired Shura with the halberd of the godslayer, and next to Shura, it was the Rakshasa and his long-dead wife, and Kosuke, Kosuke's alien parents, and- and-

Wronged, this is the dream in the heart of the rakshasas, and it is not the dream in the heart of the Shura, but it was destroyed by his own hands by the Shura himself-

Shura suddenly remembered the oath he had made to Rakshasa:

"From now on, our father and son will work together to manage the world, and when he is prosperous, the grain warehouse will be full, and the children and grandchildren will be full!"

However, with the passing of the rakshasa, all this no longer exists.