Small world, the royal palace. レレ

Siping sat quietly on the ground alone, although he was now more than a hundred years old, Siping's appearance still maintained the appearance of ten ** years old, sitting next to the chair in a daze.

"I'm a hundred years old, and I'm still a ten-year-old face, I really don't know if I'm talking about a monster or what?" Siping muttered to himself alone.

At the age of a hundred, Siping did not find a wife in this world, did not find a person who was willing to marry him, only his mother and grandfather nǎinǎi cared about him, and everyone else looked at him with a disdainful look.

Since the change of heaven more than a hundred years ago, even a three-year-old child can cultivate, only Siping, no matter how hard he works or how hard he works, he can't make a trace of aura in his body.

Blood Transformation, Black Devil, Sky Wing, iQue, the boundary of this world, and now it is the simplest blood transformation period, are all what Siping hopes for.

'Even if you can cultivate to the early stage of the blood transformation, it won't be like this, it doesn't fit in in this world, God, what did you let me be born for? Is it just to let me be a waste?' Si Ping roared angrily in his heart, and his handsome face turned out to be a little hideous.

"Siping, you're thinking nonsense again!" A gentle and tactful voice came, and Song Yazhi looked at Siping with a heartache on her face, and her eyes flickered a little.

"Mother!" Siping saw Song Yazhi, put away the expression on his face, and said calmly.

"Siping, don't think about it, I believe you will definitely be stronger than others, cultivation is just one way, aren't there many other ways?" Song Yazhi sighed softly and said: "For more than a hundred years, you should also give up cultivation, and now according to my father's words, it is better for you to become a civil official, if it is fair, I really don't want you to be able to cultivate, you men, for the sake of cultivation, for the sake of strength, you need to give up too much...... Just like your father. ”

"Mother, you miss your father again!" Siping looked at his mother with some distress, his appearance remained the same because of his cultivation, but now he was full of white hair, and every white hair, if not because of anything else, was his father in the fourth year.

"Hmm!!I miss him, although your father is a bastard, but after all, he is your father, how could I not want to?" Song Yazhi said slowly: "Your sister is almost finished cultivating, let's go to your sister in a while, I'll go talk to your aunt!"

After Song Yazhi finished speaking, she disappeared in place, and in a hundred years, she had even reached the peak of the iQue period.

"It's my sister again!Hey, I really don't like to face her!" Si Ping sighed lightly and walked into the distance, but in a moment, he came to a manor, and the whole manor was like an ice sculpture, a bright silver ice palace.

Siping had just walked in when a cold voice came: "Siping, don't come in, you won't be able to stand it if you come in!"

In an instant, a woman dressed in blue sè clothes and beautiful as a flower appeared in front of Siping, but her face was extremely cold, as if she was not facing her younger brother, but a stranger.

"Sister, have you finished cultivating?" Si Ping smiled slightly bitterly: "Mother asked me to come to you!"

"Well, I have broken through to the peak of innate nature!" Zou Ziqing said in a cold tone, looking at his younger brother, with a hint of vague worry: his younger brother can't cultivate, and he doesn't know what to do in the future, although for some reason, he can't survive for so long if he can't cultivate, but after all, he can't cultivate, and he is not even as good as an ordinary person, if he leaves here one day and follows his father's footsteps, I don't know what will happen to him.......

"Sister, you are so powerful, not like me..." Si Ping's eyes revealed a trace of loneliness, and he quietly turned around and left, Zi Qing also followed behind Si Ping, and sighed quietly.

......

"Sister!" Song Yazhi came to a courtyard, looked at a woman who was sipping tea, and called softly.

"Yazhi is here!" Song Yating smiled slightly, and suddenly it was like a breeze blowing on her face, which was completely different from the cold of a hundred years ago.

"Mmmm, sister, I... I miss him!" Song Yazhi said softly, a thought flashed in her heart: It's been a hundred years, it's been a hundred years, and he hasn't come back yet, so he threw us down like this, and I don't know how he is doing there?

"What do you want him to do? Song Yating's face suddenly sank a little, no longer as soft as just now, and said through gritted teeth: "You miss him, maybe he found a few more women over there? It's been a hundred years, maybe he has children!"

"Maybe, he's forgotten about us!!" Song Yating sighed softly, and the whole person seemed to be much older.

"Yazhi, Yating, what are you talking about?" A more majestic voice came, and two figures, a man and a woman, appeared beside Song Yazhi and Song Yating, and said a little ridiculously: "Yes, my son is a bastard, he has been gone for more than a hundred years, and he won't come back to see me!"

"Father, mother!" Song Yazhi Song Yating immediately stood up and said respectfully when she saw the two, her face was slightly red, and she slandered their son in front of her parents, which made the two of them feel extremely ugly.

"It's okay! I also admit that my son is a bastard, not only has he found so many wives, but he has never even met his own son, I really don't know how he became a man, hum!" Zou Tianjin's eyes flashed a trace of anger, and a trace of longing: It's been a hundred years, my only son, it's been a hundred years since I left, Ping'er, do you know that your father, mother, and your woman miss you very much.

"Hey, my son is also for his path, is this the case with cultivating immortals, a hundred years is just a moment in their eyes, just like us, after cultivating for so long, our appearance has not changed at all!" Yu Yun sighed slightly, her voice was a little lonely, a little vicissitudes.

"Hmph! it's what you've been used to since you were a child!" Zou Tianjin's face was slightly ugly, and he snorted coldly.

"Tsk, Zou Tianjin, give you some face, do you dare to say that about me?" Yu Yun was in a bad mood and his old man was so mouthful, he broke out directly, and shouted in Zou Tianjin's ear.

"My two daughters-in-law are here, give some face, give some face!!" Zou Tianjin's face suddenly turned to flattering, and Yu Yun whispered in front of him, and Yu Yun let go of his hand with a cold snort.

And Song Yazhi and Song Yating sneered, looking at the appearance of their father-in-law, the thoughts in their hearts were even more overflowing: If Zou Ping can do this, the two of them can be regarded as willing, but unfortunately Zou Ping is not here, even if it is here, it is impossible for the two of them to be like this...

At this moment, a somewhat excited and teasing voice came: "Father, mother, you are still so old and strong!" ...... (To be continued.) )