Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 159

[Chapter 159 Over the years, I’m sorry]

He said he didn’t like it, but he still took the candied haws from Xuanlong.

“If you don’t like it, don’t force it, I’ll cook it for you.” Xuanlong instructed, turning around slowly and walking towards the stove.

He has lived here for 100,000 years, but there are not many times when the stove is on fire. God does not need to eat every day, and he can maintain his spiritual power by consuming the essence of the sun and moon once a month.

Most of the gods who ascended from mortals are used to eating on time three times a day, and have always maintained the habit. There are also many gods who were born as gods because the long life of gods is too boring and lackluster, and they also learn to eat three meals like mortals.

The reason why Xuanlong built this stove that day was because he thought that the house would need to have fireworks to warm it up. But he was alone, and when the hazy hot water vapor floated in the house, he felt lonely instead.

He is not very good at cooking, except for the chicken soup, which is very handy because he has practiced it thousands of times.

Before falling into the mortal world, he and Yan Yuan once went to the mortal world to hang out. When they were tired, they stopped at a small stall on the side of the road. One of them asked for a bowl of chicken soup, and Yan Yuan fell in love with it.

Not long after they got married, Yan Yuan, as the Emperor of Heaven, was inevitably entangled in government affairs, and it was impossible for him to go down to earth every now and then just to eat a bowl of hands.

When Xuanlong was free, he went to the mortal world to find the owner of the stall. He spent some money to buy the recipe for chicken soup, and practiced it repeatedly. On Yan Yuan’s birthday, he made a bowl and sent it to him.

Xuanlong really has no talent in cooking. Although he worked hard, the taste he made was always a bit worse than that of the stall owner, but Yan Yuan was very happy, and since then he has been pestering him from time to time, asking him Doing a sho-shou for him to eat, the mortal world doesn’t even think about it.

Xuanlong lives here. When the outside world is innocent and needs to be removed, the house has been repeatedly cleaned inside and out, the iris in the courtyard has been watered, and when he doesn’t know what to do, he will go to the mortal world to buy some ingredients and come back to make chicken soup.

That person is long gone, and he doesn’t know what’s the point of continuing to make this chicken soup. No matter how delicious it is, no one will eat it. Even if the food is better than the stall owner, no one will laugh and praise it. He, but he still continues, one hundred thousand years as one day.

It was as if the man was by his side, waiting to eat a bowl of hot chicken soup that he made by himself.

Azhi looked at the busy people beside the stove, the steam in the pot was dense, Xuanlong’s figure became a little blurry, Azhi sat at the table pinching the candied haws, looked at him and said,

“You… or you should deal with it first. I’m not very hungry right now.”

“It’s fine.” Xuanlong focused on the movements of the flanking hands in his hands, pinching each one carefully and carefully, as if there was nothing in life better than the hands in his hands. more important.

A Zhi frowned, surprised that Xuanlong had such a craftsmanship. The chao hands seemed to be delicate little ingots, even in size and almost the same size.

The chicken soup has been simmered in the inner pot of the stove. Xuanlong exerted his spiritual power to make the chicken soup simmered in two cups of tea to taste as fragrant as simmering for 5 hours. The white water in the outer pot has been boiled. , as long as the hands are placed in the pot and boiled twice, it can be eaten.

Ah Zhi persuaded him not to move, and secretly called out the medical immortal. Just as he was halfway through reciting the mantra silently, Xuanlong realized something and raised his head to look at him through the misty mist.

“Don’t call the Doctor Immortal.”

“Why?”

Xuanlong was silent for a long time: “…I’m used to being quiet, and I don’t like being disturbed by others.”

He was afraid that if Yan Yuan had a soul and half of his soul left in the world, when he came to find him , will not find the way home, mixed with a strange atmosphere, always bad.

Azhi couldn’t understand Xuanlong’s stubbornness, and he got angry but couldn’t do anything about it. He hadn’t met Xuanlong for too long, and in fact, he had no position to say anything at all.

Xuanlong didn’t talk much, basically Azhi said a word, and he replied, the room became quiet again, except for the sound of hot water boiling, there was nothing else, and this quietness continued until the hand came to the table.

“Do you have a taste…whether it suits your appetite.”

“Hmm.”

“How are you…all these years?” The

father and son sat facing each other, Azhi held the spoon and did not stir the hand in the bowl, too. It’s too hot to get in.

Xuanlong’s hand holding the spoon paused and smiled.

“It’s okay.”

It’s not very good to think about it. Azhi was ignorant when he was young, and Yan Yuan left, as if he had dug out Xuanlong’s heart. On Xuanlong’s head, he didn’t even want to call his mother, nor was he allowed to call his name, so from the moment we met until now, Xuanlong has never called Azhi’s name.

In the second year after Yan Yuan left, on Azhi’s birthday, he threw Xuanlong’s gift in front of the gods and told him to go away, saying that he was not worthy to call his name.

Xuanlong kept in mind that he never made him unhappy again, but Azhi still didn’t want to see him.

How can a child know so many twists and turns, he only knows that since he can remember, he has been by his side all the time, doting on him and loving his father emperor, turned into flying ash in Xuanlong’s arms, he will never again. There is no father.

According to word of mouth in the God Realm, it was said that Xuanlong killed Yan Yuan. He questioned Xuanlong if that was the case, Xuanlong never denied it, and Azhi hated Xuanlong ever since.

If time could come back, he would definitely persuade the emperor not to take him to find any mother, he didn’t want the mother, he only wanted the father to live well, if possible, he even hoped that the person who left was Xuanlong.

This is the real thought in the heart of the young Ah Zhi.

In those years, the Spirit Lord tried to mediate, but the effect was minimal, Azhi couldn’t listen at all, and didn’t understand why his father would rather die than be with his mother. This logic did not hold true for him.

It was not until he grew up, became an adult, had a sweetheart, and was even willing to make the same choice as Yan Yuan for his sweetheart, that he finally understood why.

He has been blaming Xuanlong all these years, and feels guilty in his heart, so he can’t help but want to come and see Xuanlong and apologize to him. But I also thought that I refused to see Xuanlong for 100,000 years, and Xuanlong didn’t come to see me. Maybe I didn’t even want to see myself at all, so I felt awkward. temper.

But when he didn’t get along with him for a long time, he felt that how could Xuanlong not care about him, and he would go to the mortal world to buy him delicious food and make chicken soup for him.

Maybe he secretly goes to Jiuzhongtian behind his back to see himself, but he just doesn’t let himself know.

When he was ignorant, he resented Xuanlong very much. After a long time, no one dared to mention Xuanlong’s name in front of him. Even if the Lord of Lingling knew that Xuanlong came to see him, he would not dare to tell him, for fear of backfire. .

“It’s alright.” Azhi lowered his head, the heat in the bowl mixed with the fragrance rose to his face, making his eyes warm and his voice a little hoarse. After rationalizing his thoughts, the guilt became more and more overwhelming and overwhelmed him.

“What about you?” Xuanlong asked.

“I’m very good. Wen and martial arts are taught by immortal masters, and Xian’e is serving by my side. Jinyi and jade food have never been in vain.” Azhi replied with his head lowered, and the golden beans fell into the bowl one by one.

Seeing him crying inexplicably, Xuanlong stood up at a loss, not knowing what to do: “You…what’s the matter…but it’s not to your taste…”

“Don’t cry…what do you like to eat, tell me, I’ll go Buy…”

Azhi took a deep breath and shook his head. At this moment, the hand could just enter the mouth. He took a big mouthful of food while holding the spoon.

Xuanlong supported the table and slowly sat back on the bench, stirring in his throat: “But something has happened to make you unhappy…”

Azhi still shook his head and refused to speak.

After a while, he ate up the big bowl of chicken soup, and even drank the soup cleanly. Azhi put the bowl down gently, but the tears finally stopped.

Xuanlong has not been by the child’s side for all these years, so he doesn’t know what he is thinking.

“But still?”

Azhi shook his head, “No… I’m full, and the chasing is delicious.”

“I’ve had a good life these years, but you… should take good care of yourself, if the royal father knows about you. If you don’t take care of your body like this, you will be very sad.”

Xuanlong listened to him silently, without saying a word.

Azhi: “I’ll help you deal with

the wound.” “No need…” Xuanlong subconsciously didn’t want him to see his wound.

“Are you complaining that I refuse to see you for 100,000 years?” Azhi lowered his eyes, looking very lonely.

Xuanlong: “No…” In the

end, Xuanlong took off his clothes, revealing his wounds. There are no parents in the world who can beat their children. Azhi just showed that expression, and Xuanlong felt so uncomfortable that his heart was twisted. come together.

The heart was stabbed by the tentacles of the Nightmare Demon. Even if the Nightmare Demon devoured more nightmares, it would not be Xuanlong’s opponent. Weaving out the appearance of Yan Yuan.

Xuanlong hadn’t seen Yan Yuan for too long, so long that he almost forgot the other person’s breath and temperature. Over the past 100,000 years, Yan Yuan has been in his dreams only a handful of times. He misses him so much, even if It is a dream, and they are willing to be immersed in it forever, not willing to break free.

He clearly knew that the person in front of him was fake, which would make him doomed forever. When “Yan Yuan” reached out to him, he still walked over without hesitation.

Yan Yuan bathed in the sun, smiled so tenderly, stretched out her hand to him, and said, “Apo… come here.”

How could he bear to refuse.

Just when his hand was about to be placed in Yan Yuan’s palm, a heart-piercing pain came from his heart. He looked down and saw that a thick black tentacle stabbed into his heart, and Yan Yuan in front of him disappeared and changed. It became a monster wriggling like a sea monster, and let out a piercing shriek.

The previous battle against the Nightmare Demon had already damaged his vitality. Although Xuanlong was caught in his trick, he reacted in a timely manner.

The wound seemed to be bleeding a lot, but it didn’t actually hurt the vital part, but because it had been corroded by the demonic energy, it left a dark blood hole, which looked quite frightening. As if to bleed.

“Does it hurt…”

“…It doesn’t hurt.” Xuanlong pursed his lips, trying to comfort him, but he didn’t know what to say.

When he smelled the demonic energy, Azhi knew how the injury came. He said in a hoarse voice, “You have to protect yourself .

” Xuanlong sat sorting his clothes, and Azhi stood in front of him, looking at his bloodless face under the candlelight: “Mother…” Xuanlong paused, before replying after a long time: “Well.” “I’m sorry…” Ash said in a trembling voice. Xuanlong raised his face, his ice-green eyes were covered with a layer of white mist, and he curled his lips and said, “It’s good, why should I apologize.” “All these years… I’m sorry.” Azhi said hoarsely. “Don’t apologize, you’re doing well, that’s what makes me happiest.” Xuanlong stood up, touched Azhi’s eyebrows lovingly with his fingertips, and stroked them inch by inch. “The rest…not important…”

[End of This Chapter]