[Old Things in the Divine Realm: Father always dislikes me]

……

Jiu Chen squatted down in front of Emperor Rulu.

Even so, it is still much taller than the fawn.

He asked softly, "You're afraid of me?" ”

The fawn hurriedly lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Stared at by the Father, he didn't even dare to cry.

A pair of large hands reached out, gently but firmly, and lifted his head.

Jiu Chen forced him to look at himself, as if he was smiling:

"What's there to be afraid of, I don't eat children.

Especially a child like you who is still crying. ”

Emperor Rulu couldn't help but shudder.

Eating small children?

God the Father seems to be getting more and more terrible......

……

Since then.

Emperor Rulu is really afraid of Jiuchen.

Even when he heard the title of "Lord God Emperor", he had to show a trace of surprise like a frightened bird.

He's more and more like his name.

Like a small, innocent, frightened fawn.

This anomaly was soon discovered.

But I don't understand the crux of the problem.

Why is the fawn so afraid of his father?

Could it be that Jiu Chen murdered the deer in private?

Probably not, it's his flesh and blood.

She couldn't forget how happy he was when she was pregnant.

From children's clothes to many gifts, he personally selected.

No matter how rare the material, he can also collect it.

Even.

Gifts for the two children, from one to eighteen, have been prepared in advance.

Jiu Chen was also puzzled.

Why isn't the fawn close to him?

When the fawn saw him, he always looked frightened, and he felt uncomfortable.

After a period of observation.

He was sure that it was a matter of character.

Why are they both twins, Xiaolu and Muxi, but their temperaments are 108,000 miles apart?

"It can't go on like this. While the child is still young, he should be taught well. ”

Tianhuang frowned: "You be gentle, don't scare him." ”

Jiu Chen should go down and go to find Emperor Rulu.

……

Xiaolu is in class with Muxi.

There is a special person to teach them the basics of cultivation.

Jiu Chen watched for a while before appearing.

The master stepped back.

Mu Xi ran over happily like a sticky kitten, hugged Jiu Chen's arm and shook it, looking intimate.

When the fawn looked up, his whole body was secretly tense.

I envy my sister, I'm so happy every day, and I'm not afraid of any devil......

Jiu Chen led Mu Xi over and sat down opposite him: "Stretch out your hand." ”

The fawn was silent for a long time before slowly handing over his little hand, looking vigilant and looking like he was about to run away at any time.

Jiu Chen pinched his thin wrist and stretched out his big hand to compare.

I felt that my son's hands were so small and cute.

In an instant, he already knew the progress of Xiaolu's cultivation.

"Cultivate hard, your talent is not as good as your sister, you should work hard."

Jiu Chen's voice was calm and waveless, and he couldn't distinguish joy and anger.

Di Rulu slowly withdrew his hand, hung his head silently, and responded with a small "yes".

Jiu Chen said again:

"There is also a character, don't always be so soft, cry at every turn, it's better to be fierce."

Di Rulu pursed his lips, not knowing what to answer.

In his body, there were bursts of coolness.

His throat seemed to be choked by something sour, and he wanted to cry again.

After so long, he still has no merit in the eyes of his father.

He felt that God was not happy with him at all.

He is disliked everywhere.

……

And the maids and guards who were waiting around looked at each other-

What should I do, the Son of God is so talented, His Majesty even feels bad.

Then aren't we a lump of soaring? Do you want to commit suicide en masse......