Zhao Xiang asked Eighteen Lang with a solemn face-

"What would your mother do if your father threatened you and your grandfather's life?"

As soon as he heard Zhao Xiang's words, Eighteen Lang's face suddenly turned pale, and his mouth muttered intermittently-"I am my mother's...... Palm ......"

"Because I can't cultivate the meridians of immortals congenitally, my mother is even more ......"

"It's even more ...... for me Loved, ...... Like her life, her grandfather ...... ...... to the outside world"

Zhao Xiang's words changed, and his face was covered with a bone-chilling cold again-"Maybe you don't know how your grandfather is."

"However, there is no doubt that your mother is definitely a filial daughter. ”

"Not only that, I guess, but in fact, your father's encounter with your mother was a trap when he first met you. ”

"Including your congenital inability to cultivate immortal physique, it is even more ...... in a set"

Eighteen Lang's face was full of horror, anger and disbelief, and he muttered to himself, "What? What do you say? It won't be like this, it won't be like this, it won't be like this!"

Zhao Xiang's face was even more cold, and he seemed to say to Eighteen Lang and to himself, "That's definitely the case! ”

"It's just that when you're very young, you're controlled by a strange drug. ”

"The meridians don't grow in sync with your body, and they lag behind a lot. ”

"When I was a teenager, I stopped growing. ”

"This drug must be taken every day, otherwise it will not have the effect of inhibiting the growth of meridians. ”

"Think about it, what was your favorite thing to eat when you were a kid?"

"This drug is called Suppression Powder. ”

"It's just that the medicinal properties are much milder than the real suppression of cultivation. ”

Eighteen Lang listened to Zhao Xiang's narration, his eyes straightened, as if he had lost his mind all of a sudden.

However, this state only lasted for a moment, and immediately he replied to Zhao Xiang dreamily, more like asking himself-"I like to eat a sour red fairy fruit, called Tiantianhong, and I have eaten it for almost ten consecutive years." ”

"Usually my father gave it to me, and occasionally my mother. ”

"Sometimes my father and mother were not at home, but my father's housekeeper would pick it up and give it to me. ”

"I remember when my father brought it to me, he was so kind and kind, and he stroked my cheek with his rough palm. ”

"What a beautiful golden age it was, how could my father secretly suppress the cultivation in the red every day?"

"No, never, tiger poison does not eat children, let alone people!"

"Senior, do you say yes, don't you?"

Zhao Xiang looked at the depressed Eighteen Lang, and his heart also knocked over the five-flavor bottle, and he had any taste.

Although it is inferred based on some information, Zhao Xiang feels that it is very similar, and it is basically consistent with the original facts.

Long pain is better than short pain, so you won't see Eighteen Lang in pain, and deliberately make up some beautiful lies to comfort him, right?

Patting Shibalang on the back heavily, Zhao Xiang said in a solemn voice, "I know you don't want to accept this fact, but since it happened, let's face it bravely." ”

"Not only was your tragedy caused by your father, but the tragedy of your grandfather, the Blue Emperor of the Immortal Realm, was also personally planned by him. ”

"Your mother has only been your father's right-hand man, unknowingly. ”

"What I'm telling you is that it doesn't matter if you don't believe it, it will come out in no time. ”

Eighteen Lang raised his head in confusion, and his godless gaze suddenly gathered on Zhao Xiang's face-"Senior, please tell me, these are all fake, tell me......"

In the depths of Eighteen Lang's heart, he always loved his father deeply.

Yes, sometimes he hated his father.

Why don't you hate him and love him as much as you love other sons and daughters!

Hate him weishenme is not like before he was a teenager, always kind and affectionate to send Tian Tian Hong to his mouth!

He hates himself even more, weishenme is an innate physique that is not suitable for cultivating immortals?!

If not, wouldn't he have been able to receive his father's constant and constant care and love?

Won't you be ridiculed and ridiculed by your brothers and sisters for hundreds of years because you stay in the Yutan period?

Behind the hatred, behind the despair, there is a long tail of love!

But all of this was subverted in an instant!

Father is not kind and kind!

He became a killer and a devil!

This makes him how willing to accept it, and how can he accept it?!

Eighteen Lang wept quietly, this was the first time he had shed tears in more than three hundred years of life!

He hoped that none of this was true, it was all a story made up by Zhao Xiang, a bizarre story, or at least an illogical story!

However, at this moment, deep in Shibalang's heart, relying on his hundreds of years of survival experience and wisdom, he actually felt that Zhao Xiang's inference was correct.

However, in fact, he is a filial son at the root, how can he not hesitate to kill his father with his own hands?

Not to mention that he doesn't have this ability, even if he does, how can he do it casually?

After all, his grandfather, Emperor Qing, and his mother are all in his hands, and he throws a mouse bogey!

Eighteen Lang can do nothing but shed tears, except for tears that he doesn't know whether he hates or love?

Zhao Xiang knew the complicated mood and confused and desperate performance of Eighteen Lang at this time, and had a thorough insight.

Zhao Xiang seemed to say to himself-"There are already many people coming to Willow Bay." ”

"Actually, you've been under your father's watchful eye all along. ”

"Everything in Fang Cai may be within his calculations, although it is different from his original setting, it will not be too big. ”

After speaking, Zhao Xiang took Eighteen Lang into the fifth layer of the Divine Ring.

The layers of soundproof covers were also completely removed, and he said in a loud voice, "Since you are here, come out, I, Zhao Xiang, are waiting for you here." ”

Zhao Xiang stood in the middle of the courtyard, wearing a blue shirt and black hair flying.

He knew that he was now trapped in a circle.

This magic circle is extremely strange and gloomy, and it has long been arranged outside the courtyard where Eighteen Lang of Willow Bay lives.

The intuition given to Zhao Xiang was that this array seemed to be specially designed to imprison him Zhao Xiang, and it was definitely not a coincidence.

Zhao Xiang felt very sorry for the third time he was dragged to the fairy world by some strange liliang, and it happened to land on a planet called Blue Star in the north of the fairy world, and coincidentally stopped in Willow Bay.

In his opinion, whether it was in the super-large Xiuzhen Star of Qingluo Xing, or to the spell Shijie, or to the Hongmeng Emperor, or to the immortal world, he seemed to be always in a huge net that had been spread, and he had never broken free, and at this time, he felt that there was a huge and ferocious hand, slowly approaching him with an invisible but solid might.

What kind of person is it that calculates himself at all times and everywhere?

What are they for? Am I really that important to them?

Could it really be the supremes of the Infinite God Realm and the Supreme Venerable Realm with the Heavenly Dao Evil Dog as the core?

There was silence all around, and even the autumn insects had stopped, and it seemed that these little animals also realized that death was coming.