1623. Chapter 1623 Small Theater: Things Are People, Things Are Not Things
It’s a pity that no one taught him how to love. When he realized that he really loved her, she was no longer there...
After Hua Rushuang gave birth to the Qingqiu Fox, Feng Xiaoxun became a joke in the heaven, a handle for the Queen Mother to take care of her, and a stain that she could never wash away for the rest of her life...
That's why he didn't want the only legitimate son, Di Shiyin, to have any inappropriateness. He hoped that his son could become the most perfect god and no longer be criticized by anyone. He thought that this would make it a little compensation for Hua Rushuang.
It's worthy of her, so when he learned that such an excellent son fell in love with a mortal, he was so angry that he spent half his life rewriting his memory for his son and made a big stick to break up...
But I didn't expect this to be a bigger mistake. This mistake almost destroyed the Heavenly Court and almost completely lost such an excellent son...
Fortunately, Luo Qingyu was reborn in time, which avoided an irreversible tragedy. However, the gap between him and his son became even greater. No matter how he made up for it, Di Shiyin did not forgive him and even gave up the emperor's son.
The honor of the throne completely cut off the relationship between father and son...
Over the years, he has done a lot to save his son, but Indra doesn't care. He even occasionally comes to heaven and never visits him as his father...he regards him as nothing-
Looking up the railing, she seemed to see the Tsinghua woman in white clothes coming from the galaxy. When he stretched out his hand to hold the only happiness, she turned into a meteor and scattered...
,Ru Shuang, Ru Shuang, how can I win back our son? I really miss you...
He stared at the depths of the galaxy, where a vague cloud wrapped the surrounding stars into swallowing them. A faint green air twisted around the cloud, looking a little strange.
He frowned, and the chaos star tribulation of the world-destroying world seemed to be becoming more and more obvious...
The great disaster that was originally estimated to come in 200,000 years later has a tendency to break out early—
He took a breath, concentrated his energy, and a faint white light came from all directions, condensed into his palms...
Slowly, a small sun-like ball of light condensed in his palm, and waved it towards the starry sky, and the ball of light penetrated into the depths of the starry sky like lightning.
After a while, the strange fuzzy cloud seemed to shake, and it stopped moving, and the faint green aura also faded a little.
The Emperor of Heaven's face was as pale as paper. He waved his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from the corner of his forehead. He staggered back a few steps and sat on a cloud stool. It was obvious that condensing this light ball took a lot of effort to concentrate his mind.
He closed his eyes slightly, gasped and adjusted his breath for a while, and sighed softly.
Rushuang, Rushuang, maybe I won’t have to wait for another 200,000 years, and I will come to accompany you...
I just hope that I still have time to ask my son for forgiveness so that he can come back to guard the people of these six realms for me...
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Hua Qianye, the young master of the Dragon Clan, asked for a visit." The attendant knelt into the building and reported respectfully.
Hua Qianye? What is he here to do?
The Dragon Clan and the Heavenly Realm are now in a friendly and friendly relationship. Usually, the well water does not interfere with the rivers. Only when the demons grow and invade the two tribes will cooperate. Although Hua Qianye has been to the Heavenly Court several times, he is only here to visit, and most of the time he is thinking about it.
There are several strange fruits and strange pills in the sky...
Maybe he was constrained and troublesome, and even if he came to heaven, he would never visit the supreme ruler, the Emperor of Heaven.
What happened this time? The sun on earth came out from the west?