Chapter 2: A Father's Heart

"Hmm, could it be that you don't have any last words?" The Holy King, who was about to return to the palace, heard Zhao Haochen's call, stopped and turned around. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's nothing? I just want to ask the Holy King simply, are you so scheming, are you tired?" looked at the Holy King from a distance, and there seemed to be a divine sword in his eyes, which went straight to the bottom of his heart.

"Oh, a thief, how dare you teach this king a lesson?" The Holy King laughed angrily, his gloomy gaze stared at Zhao Haochen burningly, "It's not sure you bother!"

"It's okay, it's a big deal that I'll wait for the Holy King for a few more days in the Netherworld!" Zhao Haochen waved his hand and said indifferently.

After that, the faces of all the people present changed drastically, and in front of the Holy King, they cursed the Holy King, what a great sin!

"Zhao!Hao!Chen!" The Holy King's face was cold, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, word by word, gritting his teeth and saying coldly: "I wanted to put you to death, but now this king has decided to ...... you."

"Shut up, the son of this emperor, how can you be so able to move!"

Just as the Holy King's face was pale, and he was about to convict Zhao Haochen, a voice was like a thunderstorm in the Nine Heavens, which exploded in the ears of the Holy King, coldly interrupting the Holy King's words, and Zhao Haochen's eyes lit up.

"Father!"

Hearing this call, a middle-aged man slowly walked out of the crowd.

He has long hair in a shawl, flying in the wind, snow-white clothes, lined with that cold and cold face, a pair of sword eyebrows pointing straight to the sky, and a sword on his waist, the spirit of a king emanates from his body, which makes people respect.

The middle-aged man was expressionless and stared at the Holy King, "Let him go!"

At this moment, Jianzi's soul disappeared suddenly, and Zhao Haochen, who had crossed over from the 21st century, regained control of this body.

"Scared me to death! scared me to death!" Zhao Haochen patted his chest, a little panicked.

"Sword Emperor, you should know that you are tantamount to being an enemy of the Holy King's Hall by doing this!" The Saint King's cold eyes stared at this middle-aged man, but he was a little less arrogant and domineering, "What's more, he has already betrayed the family!"

"That's a matter between me and my son, and it must be resolved by the Emperor himself, could it be that the Holy King also wants to interfere?"

Zhao Haochen looked at the cold, domineering and arrogant Sword Emperor, looked up and down, nodded with satisfaction, with a smile on his face, and muttered: "With such a cheap and powerful father, it is really profitable, and we will also be the second generation of rich and official in the future!"

"Hahaha!"

The Saint King was silent, staring at the Sword Emperor with cold eyes.

The Sword Emperor turned around, glanced at Zhao Haochen deeply, drenched in blood, turned his back, and said slowly to the Holy King: "Holy King, I'll take my son first!"

Although the voice was not loud, it had a killing intention, filling the audience, and the anger in it was self-evident.

"Someone, stop him!" the Holy King stared at the center of the field as if he had met the eyes of the flames, and gave a cold order.

The guards next to him took orders.

"Childish!" The Sword Emperor let out a sneer, his eyes were full of disdain, his palm stepped on the long sword at his waist, everyone's eyes lit up, only to see a flash of shock, and with a bang, the iron chain that bound Zhao Haochen was broken in response.

The Saint King's face became even more gloomy, his teeth were bouncing, his face was gloomy, but sometimes he said weakly: "Sword Emperor, I didn't expect that your cultivation has reached the realm of transcendence!"

The Sword Emperor shook his head and did not respond to the Holy King, but said strongly and firmly: "This Emperor is such a son!"

Hearing this, the Saint King's face showed a smile with difficulty, with a straight face, it looked extremely stiff, waved his hand, and said helplessly: "Let's go!"

"But...... Holy King, will you just let them go?" the leader of the guards next to him was unwilling.

"The Sword Emperor's cultivation has advanced greatly, it's not something I can compete with!" said the Holy King a little weakly, on the torture platform, in front of the people of the world, it was like the Sword Emperor slapped him in the face, a hot pain.

"The king of this book has ordered that the heads of the two factions of the Jade Emperor Tower and the Xuantian Gate are invited to come to discuss the matter!"

"Yes!" the subordinate took the order and flew forward.

"Sword Emperor, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life!" The Saint King's gloomy eyes shone with a cold light, like the eyes of a poisonous snake, bursting with a cold light.

The sunset reluctantly left the land with the residual warmth, and the night came as scheduled.

This night was not destined to be a peaceful night, the cold wind roared fiercely outside, the moonlight was covered by the surging black clouds, and the then broken snowflakes rolled all over the sky, one after another, adding some solemnity to this quiet night, like the wailing of the heavens, shaping the white tomb.

"At midnight in three days, start on time!" The Holy King, the Jade Emperor, and the Xuantian Sect, the three largest sects, finally finalized the time to make a move.

This night, Zhao Haochen fell asleep peacefully under the careful care of the Sword Emperor.

Looking at Zhao Haochen, who was covered in scars and bloodstains, the Sword Emperor felt a pain in his heart, brushed away his black and messy black hair, and a familiar face appeared in front of the Sword Emperor.

His handsome face, a pair of shining eyes, with his eyebrows as sharp as two slender daggers, his eyes are like the stars in the sky, and his bright smile is like a white crescent moon in the sky.

The Sword Emperor smiled slightly, a happy smile appeared on his face, and muttered, "It's really like me!"

Gently unbuttoned Zhao Haochen's clothes, for fear of alarming him, at this moment, he was no longer the cold and arrogant Sword Emperor outside, he was just a loving father.

The candle flame shines through the window, the snow floats outside the window, the cold wind howls, but the inside of the house is like a spring day, warm and warm, the big stove is on the side, all burning, exuding heat.

Under the candlelight, Zhao Haochen's body was slender and strong, with yellow muscles, shaping an open chest and a strong lower abdomen, and the weak light of the moon shrouded his body in a hazy white.

Several eye-catching whip marks were imprinted in Zhao Haochen's flesh and blood, hideous and eye-catching.

The Sword Emperor looked at the heartache, his hands trembled a little, and in the halo of candlelight, among the black hair, there were a few strands of white hair scattered around, and he seemed to be much older in an instant.

picked up the medicine bottle next to him, opened it gently, and a strong medicinal fragrance emanated from it, but he was a little overwhelmed, and he didn't dare to sprinkle the medicine powder in his hand on this scarred body, like a child who had done something wrong, hesitating.

There were tears in his eyes, and every time he sprinkled a little, he saw the body lying on the bed twitching, and the father's heart also twitched.

After sprinkling the medicine, the quilt was lifted up, and then he walked out with tears in his eyes.

Walking out of the door, a murderous aura soared into the sky......