Cheng Chi held the battle soul blade and slung the sword across his body as he groped forward step by step. From what he felt, he seemed to be surrounded by extremely glorious stone roads and cave walls. The endless road ahead made Cheng Chi feel a little panicked.
Darkness is always the source of human fear.
After the ultimate showdown, the entire cave collapsed, and Cheng Chi fell into the cave inexplicably. Although he could feel the moist breeze blowing in the cave, he could never find the exit of the cave.
"Hua Feihua, this bitch! Let's see how I deal with her in the future!"
Thinking of the culprit of this incident, Cheng Chi was furious. It was the first time that someone had planned such a thorough plot, and he was really annoyed!
"Huh? That's..."
Just as Cheng Chi was cursing secretly, a faint fragrance suddenly appeared in the air. It was exactly the fragrance that Cheng Chi smelled in that mysterious courtyard.
"Hahaha... The road is boundless. How could I miss such a good signpost?"
Cheng Chi's frown instantly relaxed, and his tired body suddenly felt full of strength. He carefully sensed the direction of the strange fragrance, and accelerated his steps to pursue it along the road.
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, he found a strange hall in front of him. Cheng Chi hurriedly took a breath-absorbing pill, calmed down his breath, ran over, and looked through the window at the light inside.
In the bright golden hall, a simple wooden bed looked out of place, surrounded by countless green emeralds, and the top of the hall was inlaid with huge luminous pearls.
If these wealth were placed in the secular world, they would be a fortune for the enemy, but at this time, they have all become useless decorations.
On the wooden bed, among some gray quilts, an old man with silver hair was lying there quietly. A huge golden dragon lay peacefully next to him, sticking out its scarlet tongue and constantly licking the blood hole in his abdomen.
, the golden liquid has dripped all over the ground.
"Little Snake, how is that strong human being doing?"
The old man looked at the luminous pearl on the top of the hall and seemed to be talking to himself.
"Ouch... Gugu... Ouch..."
Upon hearing the sound, Jin Jiao immediately stopped licking his wounds and whispered softly.
"Huh? You said you felt a familiar smell?"
Doubts flashed in the old man's eyes. He had been trapped here for almost his entire life and had never had any contact with outsiders. However, the little snake's words made him puzzled. Who could that familiar aura be? Could it be that the human who entered this place without authorization was strong?
You see, it has a lot to do with me?
"Ouch...Gulu..."
The golden dragon hummed again, but the divine voice was a little urgent and uneasy.
"What! Do you feel that breath again?"
The old man's eyes were wide open but he could not move an inch. He was already dying, as if he was withered.
"Dad, my daughter is back!"
Suddenly, a cold voice came from a distance, and the golden dragon jumped over. The old man was slightly startled, and then looked in disbelief.
With a "bang" sound, the black shadow and the golden dragon collided together, and the faint fragrance instantly became stronger.
"Little snake! Stop!"
The old man smelled the strong aroma and shouted sharply.
"Aw...aow..."
The golden dragon suddenly stopped attacking and roared in a low voice, full of grievances. It could clearly feel the murderous intent of the man opposite, and why its master told him to stop attacking.
"Little snake, go back to your nest, she will be your master from now on."
The old man took a long breath, which seemed to be relief, and seemed to be sighing. After a hundred years, are we finally free?
"Ouch!"
With a long roar, the golden dragon quickly moved to the old man's bed, surrounded the entire bed, and guarded the old man's last position.
"Little snake, that's enough! Go back!"
The old man roared with all his strength.
"Ouch!"
There was another long roar, and Jin Jiao took a deep look. The thin and boneless old man lowered his huge head and gently touched his pale forehead as a final farewell.
"Ouch..."
There is endless sadness in the screams, which are memories of the past and a cry to the master.
The golden dragon raised its head and took a deep look. The figure not far away seemed to want to carve her appearance into his heart.
A golden scratch left a clear mark on the floor of the hall as the golden dragon left. Perhaps what hurts at this moment was not the wound, but the sorrow of separation. Even if it was an animal, it knew how to accompany it day and night.
"Yao'er? Is that you?"
After a long time, the old man said tremblingly that he could no longer remember how many times he had dreamed of a family reunion and sharing a family relationship in the world.
"Dad, do you still remember your daughter's nickname? Why were you so cruel and drowned me to death! Unfortunately, God failed, I didn't die, I'm back!"
The woman walked to the bed and spoke softly, but her tone was eerie and terrifying.
"Yao'er, it was my father who was confused and threw his own flesh and blood into the river by mistake."
The old man smiled self-deprecatingly. Perhaps this was the thing he felt most guilty about in his life.
"Hahaha... Wrong hand? What a wrong-hand father! A demon is a demon. Tiger poison cannot eat its seeds, but demons can, hahaha..."
In her mad voice, she felt a bit cold and a bit desperate. She missed her parents day and night but got such an answer. Her heart had long been frozen into stone.
"Yao'er...it's me...I'm afraid of your mother and seeing myself giving birth to a monster, so..."
A tear dropped from the corner of the old man's wrinkled eyebrows. He loved his wife so much that he told lies all his life for her.
"Afraid? What a touching reason! Have you ever felt scared when your biological daughter was treated as a monster and insulted at will?"
The woman suddenly stood up, and her huge hat fell down instantly. Under her green hair, her face was covered in hideous scales, and her small blood-red eyes were fixed on the relatives in front of her.
At this moment, she suddenly felt a sense of revenge!
"Holy shit!"
Cheng Chi, who was hiding outside, looked through the crack in the door. The sight almost made him scream. What kind of monster was that? It had green hair and a fish face. It was a living Yaksha! Could it be that this flower is not a human being?
"I'm sorry for you as a father."
The old man struggled to show a loving smile.
"I'm sorry! All the hurt I've suffered over the years is just for a word of apology!"
Hua Feihua roared loudly, and his strange face looked even colder.
"I know you must have suffered a lot as a father..."
The old man seemed to have no strength to continue speaking. He choked several times and could only sigh.
"Enough!"
With a roar, a cold light flashed in Hua Feihua's hand, and in the next moment, a golden rain of blood sprayed three feet away. The old man looked at the God of Death in front of him with a smile, showing genuine love.
Ever since his subordinates brought back the bodies of many people, he knew that someone should be looking for him.