Light Shadow Temple.

Shi Qinian was in high spirits and told his father and mother about his journey with Zhao Zhao and others to the demon world.

Father and mother listened carefully.

My father was a man of strong emotions. When he talked about the hateful aspects of the demons, he was even more excited than Shi Qinian, who had experienced it personally.

His mother was often frightened by his noisy movements, and Shi Qinian found it funny and felt soft in his heart.

"Nian'er, according to you, it's thanks to Zhao Shenzi that you were able to return safely this time?"

When Shi Qinian heard his father mention Zhao Zhao, his mind couldn't help but reappear in his mind, with a joy in his eyes that he himself had not noticed. "Yes, father, it's really...thanks to him."

The mother beside him spoke softly and echoed, "What a good child."

Qinian smiled when he heard this, "Mother, if you see him next time, you will definitely like him."

"Yeah." Shi's mother smiled gently and slowly touched his hair.

"As expected of the Son of God taught by the God Emperor, the young generation is truly formidable."

Seeing his father and mother praising Zhao Zhao, Shi Qinian felt even happier than when they praised himself.

"It's getting late. Father and Mother have passed away. You should take good care of your injuries."

"Farewell, Father and Mother."

After seeing his parents off, Shi Qinian returned to his bedroom and could not calm down for a long time.

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When Zhao Zhao returned to the temple, he saw Luo Chen, dressed in his daily white clothes, sitting in front of his desk with a casual and elegant posture. He supported his chin with one hand, looking distracted.

When he came closer, she raised her eyes and looked at him.

"Come here and sit across from me."

Zhao Zhao sat down, his expression indifferent, "What's the matter?"

"How is the injury?"

"Nothing serious."

"You will also attend the Hundred Flowers Banquet at the end of the month."

The Hundred Flowers Banquet is held every ten years, and all the priests, sons of gods, and goddesses of the divine realm will be invited. This time, Luochen wants to take him with him.

Zhao Zhao gave him a strange look and refused, "I won't go."

"No discussion."

"Why." Luo Chen never forced him to participate in any banquet in the past.

Luo Chen's expression remained calm and unhurried as he spoke, "Since you tend to be a loner, I wanted to take this opportunity to help you make more friends."

"I don't need friends."

Zhao Zhao had a heart of stone. He turned to leave, but a cold voice came from behind him, "Sit down."

Zhao Zhao paused, then sat back down with a cold face.

"Many godsons and goddesses will be there, and I'll be there too."

Zhao Zhao said nothing.

Luochen added, "Su will go too."

Zhao Zhao had a cold face.

After so many years of getting along, Luochen could be said to be the person who understood Zhaozhao the best. Seeing him like this, he must be angry again. With a smile in his eyes, he said helplessly, "You're angry again."

"After so many years, you're still like this."

His voice was doting and coaxing, "Just show up. I won't force you to stay there the whole time."

"All right, little Godson?"

This child is soft-hearted and does not respond to harshness. Seeing that his attitude softened, his expression immediately became less stiff.

"Yeah." Zhao Zhao thought, just give him face.

The honorable God Emperor completely lost his temper in front of Zhao Zhao. There was nothing he could do; he could only endure his spoiled nature.

Luochen didn't want to leave yet, and kept talking to him, and Zhaozhao responded briefly every time.

Although Zhao Zhao and he were brothers from the same mother tree, Luo Chen felt that he was more likely to have gotten pregnant before marriage and raised a rebellious son.

He sighed and said, "Zhao."

Zhao Zhao raised his eyes, "What's wrong?"

Facing his clear eyes, Luo Chen's thousands of words were transformed into just one sentence, "How is your cultivation going?"

Neither of them was good at expressing their emotions, so even after a thousand years, they were still not as close as other ordinary brothers.

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