Chapter 927: Long Blessed Ancestor (43)
Because he was young, everyone in the family loved him a little more. Unexpectedly, he developed such a soft-hearted and affectionate temperament, which was completely different from the pure and abstinent person who cultivated immortality. This child had a worldly taste.
If the devil hadn't given him some spiritual power, otherwise the road to immortality would still be far away.
The mother of dragons looked at her youngest son and sighed worriedly.
"My child, you are still young and do not know how to protect yourself wisely in these six realms. But you must remember that your father Long and I will not harm you. Stop interfering in Zhou Ye's affairs, otherwise, nothing will happen. Fairy’s hope.”
Aowu opened his eyes and looked at the crystal water world outside the Dragon Palace through the transparent crystal wall.
This is the place where he has lived since he was a child. It is peaceful and peaceful. His parents love and care for his brother, which makes him naively think that everyone in the world is like this, and there is always a soft place in his heart.
But he doesn't know that there is another thing in this world called profit.
Now Aowu is no longer sure what kind of treason Zhou Ye has done. He begins to think, does Zhou Ye's invincible existence make some people in the six realms feel dissatisfied and threatened?
The mother of dragons was still silent when she saw Aowu.
She didn't know whether her decision to send him to her ancestor a thousand years ago was right or wrong.
The child has indeed grown up and is not as innocent as when he left home, which is a good thing, but she does not want to see him fall into this situation.
No matter in the God Realm or the Immortal Realm, once you get involved with Zhou Ye, the end will be eternal disaster.
The lessons learned were engraved on the Shenya Stone thousands of years ago. No matter how much time passes, the mark will never disappear. This is a warning to everyone about the evil that Zhou Ye did in the world of gods and immortals. .
No matter what the Dragon Mother said, Aowu never spoke again.
At this moment, he understood that no one in the six realms would speak for Zhou Ye. Even if he did, his voice would be quickly buried by criticism and blame.
It has nothing to do with right or wrong.
Because the person who designated right and wrong was never Zhou Ye.
The mother of dragons couldn't stay here forever and waste time with her youngest son. He needed to rest and it was rare to go home. She didn't want the rest of the time to be a silent exchange between mother and son.
"You should rest. Your two brothers will come back to accompany you in a few days." The Dragon Mother left, and the door of the Crystal Palace was closed again.
Aowu turned over and faced the blue sea outside the palace.
It's too quiet, too big, no sound at all, and no popularity at all.
He still likes the human world, whether it is beautiful or ugly, and has its own beauty and beauty, but it is not like this eternal sea, where even if you shout loudly, no one will respond.
"Zhou Ye..."
He raised his hand, and a pendant fell from his palm, dangling in the air.
The shape is like a knife, and when it swings, a black shadow can be seen flashing past.
"What should I do..."
He couldn't let go of his father and mother dragon, he couldn't let go of the Wuji Immortal Class that he had been pursuing for thousands of years, and he couldn't let go of his eldest and second brothers who were far away in the Nine Heavens.
All this has been his dream since childhood.
In the dream, he had achieved great success in cultivation and flew up to the nine-level fairyland with his father and mother dragon.
The dream he once had is now close at hand, within his reach.
But he hesitated.
He was reluctant to let go of everything in the dream, but he seemed to be reluctant to leave Zhou Ye alone and continue wandering in the six realms.
That person is lazy and stupid. With a knife, a pot of wine and a thatched hut, she can live a free and happy life.
(End of chapter)