However, at this time, Long Xiaotian had already decided to save the life of the blood-clothed messenger, and would not let Long Xiaotian hurt him in the slightest.

"No, I didn't forget. But he is my master, I can't watch you kill him, if you must kill him, kill my own brother first!"

Wu Min also decided to protect her master with her senior brother at this time, so she said to Long Xiaotian: "Brother Long, if you really want to kill my master, kill me first!"

Seeing that the two of them insisted on saving the life of the blood-clothed messenger, this made Long Xiaotian feel a little helpless.

"You ...... You ......"

However, at this time, the blood-clothed messenger noticed that something seemed to have fallen to the ground in the belt of the dragon's trousers.

So the blood-clothed messenger picked it up and saw that it was a peace lock with the name of the dragon's roar engraved on it, and below the name was his date of birth, "the sixth year of the Yuan Zhizheng, the seventh day of the eighth month of the year of Bingxu".

After seeing the date of birth of this line, the blood-clothed messenger's eyes widened suddenly, and he was particularly shocked, so he asked the dragon with a roar, "Tianya, who gave you this peace lock?"

The dragon roared and immediately turned around, only to realize that the peace lock he often tied to his trouser belt had been picked up by the blood-clothed messenger.

When he was about to answer, Long Xiaotian replied for him at this time: "This peace lock was given to him by me, and it was given to both of us by my mother when she was dying, and I and he each had one. ”

"Show me your peace lock, too. ”

Long Xiaotian didn't think too much, and directly took off the peace lock he hung around his neck and threw it to the blood-clothed messenger, who took Long Xiaotian's peace lock and looked at it, and said silently: "In the sixth year of Yuan Zhizheng, the seventh day of the eighth month of the year of Bingxu, are they really my sons?"

The blood-clothed envoy silently guessed in his heart, and in order to confirm the accuracy of his judgment, he then asked Long Xiaotian, "What other relics did your mother leave besides leaving you a peace lock?"

"He also left me this half of Jinpa. ”

"Show it to me, too. ”

Then, Long Xiaotian handed the half of the brocade with peach blossoms hidden in his clothes to the blood-clothed messenger, and the blood-clothed messenger looked at it and was stunned, and couldn't help but be surprised, so he hurriedly took out the other half of the brocade with peach blossoms he hid in his clothes and put it together with Long Xiaotian's half of the brocade handkerchief, and now he fully understood.

"Why do you have half of this Jinpa?"

Long Xiaotian asked curiously in his heart, and the blood-clothed messenger said something that shocked Long Xiaotian and Long Xiaotian's brothers.

"This brocade was given to me by your mother back then, and the two of you are actually not Long Shaoqing's sons, but my sons. ”

As soon as the blood-clothed messenger's words came out, Long Xiaotian and Long Xiaodi brothers at this time were suddenly particularly shocked, and they couldn't help but gasp at the same time, which also made Wu Min at this time also feel worried and shocked.

"Master, what did you say?"

However, the Thousand Illusion Demon standing in the ring was very annoyed by the Blood-Clad Emissary's abnormal behavior, so he impatiently urged from the audience: "Blood-Clad Emissary, what do you mean by not doing anything for a long time? Hurry up and kill them both for me." ”

At this time, the blood-clothed envoy turned to face the Thousand Illusion Demons under the ring and said, "Sect Master, I can't kill them, they are my ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the Thousand Illusion Demon interrupted him and said angrily, "Since you refuse to kill them, then I will kill them myself." ”

Immediately afterward, the Thousand Illusions Demon jumped into the ring, and when he stretched out his claws and attacked in the direction of the Dragon Roaring Earth and the Dragon Roaring Heaven brothers, the blood-clothed messenger stood in front of them and turned his head to them and said, "You two go quickly, go quickly." ”

After saying that, the blood-clothed messenger rushed forward desperately and tried his best to take the palm of the Thousand Illusion Demon, which made the Thousand Illusion Demon feel extremely angry.

"Damn, you not only disobeyed my orders, but also opposed me, and I must kill you today. ”

The Thousand Illusion Demon, who had lost his normal sanity and humanity, fought with the Bloody Messenger, due to the huge difference in strength between the two, the Bloody Messenger was knocked out of the ring by the Thousand Illusion Demon in less than three rounds, because he was stabbed by Long Xiaotian before, the Thousand Illusion Demon almost killed him in this palm.

The blood-clothed messenger who fell to the ground spit out a mouthful of blood, and after he was dying, Long Xiaotian hurriedly used the Yin Yang Wuji Gong to convey true qi into his body, which made him wake up very reluctantly.

At this time, the heroes from all walks of life who came to participate in the Shaolin Heroes Conference had already gathered around, listening to the dialogue between the blood-clothed messenger and Long Xiaotian and the Long Roaring Earth brothers when they were dying.

"Are you really our real father?

Long Xiaotian couldn't help but ask suspiciously at this time, the blood-clothed messenger was still very weak at this time, and his voice was very trembling, only to see him nod slightly and reply: "Yes, I am indeed your father, you see that there is a line of words written on my half of the brocade handkerchief." ”

The dragon roared and took the half of the brocade of the blood-clothed messenger, looked at the line of words, and read: "October 16 of the fifth year of the Yuan Zhizheng year?"

The blood-clothed messenger nodded slightly and said, "This half piece of brocade is a token left by me after I performed the Zhou Gong ceremony with your mother in a thatched hut, and that day was the sixteenth day of the tenth month of the year of Yiyou, and you two were born ten months after that day, so I can tell that you two are indeed my sons." ”

At this time, the dragon roared and asked, "How did you and my mother fall in love back then?"

"Your mother and I were originally Mongolians, grew up in the Mongolian steppe, we fell in love with each other when we grew up, and later joined the Bloody Clothes Sect in order to be loyal to the imperial court, your mother gave herself a Chinese name named Wang Ziyan because she liked Han culture, and I changed my name to the Bloody Clothes Messenger in order to express my loyalty to the Bloody Clothes Sect, and then the two of us fell in love with each other on a rainy day, and performed the Zhou Gong ceremony in a small thatched hut. ”

When he said this, the blood-clothed messenger's mind recalled the story that happened after he had sex with Wang Ziyan on a rainy day.

"Ziyan, do you regret it?"

After getting dressed, Wang Ziyan fell on the shoulder of the blood-clothed messenger and said coquettishly with a cute tone, full of affection: "No regrets, being able to marry you in this life is my greatest wish in this life, from now on I will be your person, no matter where you go, I will follow you." ”

"Ziyan, I promise you, when you go to Huashan and steal the "Oriental Divine Sword" and complete the task assigned by the sect leader, we will get married immediately. ”

"Okay, that's a word, don't go back. ”

"No repentance. ”

At this time, Wang Ziyan got up and left the arms of the blood-clothed messenger, took out a piece of brocade with peach blossoms from his coat pocket, stuffed it into the blood-clothed messenger's hand, and said: "This brocade is the token of love between the two of us, you take it well, and you will return it to me when the two of us get married." ”

However, the blood-clothed messenger shook his head, and he already had another idea in his heart.

"No, what should you give you as a token of love for you when you gave me this piece of Jinpa! ”

"Good. ”

After saying that, the two of them worked together to tear the Jinpa into two pieces, and when the blood-clothed messenger put away the half of the Jinpa, he picked up a branch from the ground, dipped it in charcoal ash, and wrote a line on the half of the Jinpa.

When Wang Ziyan saw this, he asked curiously, "What are you writing on this?"

When the Bloodied Messenger had finished, he replied, "I am writing today's date, because I want to remember it forever." ”

After Wang Ziyan heard the words of the blood-clothed messenger, he fell into the arms of the blood-clothed messenger again with deep affection, and said with sweetness in his heart: "Me too, and I will not forget this day." ”

When the blood-clothed messenger talked about this, he felt disheartened about Wang Ziyan's later betrayal, so he sighed and said: "I didn't expect her to betray me later and fall in love with Long Shaoqing of the Huashan faction, so I have always misunderstood that the two of you are the evil seed born by Long Shaoqing, in order to avenge your mother's betrayal, I snatched Tianya and raised him to teach him martial arts and sent him to kill his own brother, but I didn't expect to lift a stone to hit myself in the foot, and almost made a big mistake, but fortunately, God has eyes for me to find my two biological flesh and blood." ”