In the first year after her father disappeared, her mother, covered in wounds, returned with the king to the place where he first met her.
My mother's injuries were very serious, and she was bleeding constantly. Moreover, she was in a very bad state during that time. The king dared not speak to her. Wherever she went, the king followed her from a distance, worried that something might happen to her, and also afraid that my mother might kill it in a fit of anger.
He returned to the place where his mother first met his father, and found a cave in the nearby wilderness to seclude himself, never saying a word to the king from beginning to end.
After he went into seclusion, the king dared not leave or disturb him, so he stayed outside the cave entrance. If he was too hungry to bear it, he would follow the scent to his father's little fairy gate to find food.
My mother secluded herself for a full six months during her first retreat.
After leaving the pass, his physical condition was much better than before. Although his wound was still bleeding, his complexion was much better than before.
He handed a peach branch to the king and said, "Find a place to plant it."
The king took the twig from his hand, wanting to ask him about his father, but he was afraid his mother would be angry.
His mother glanced at it, as if she knew what he wanted to ask, and said, "I will bring him back."
"Aww!" The king believed in his mother; his mother would definitely bring his father back!
"Put this wooden sword with the peach branch." Mother pulled a wooden sword out of thin air. The king smelled his father's scent on it and carefully took the wooden sword from his hand.
The wooden sword carries the scent of its father's blood; it truly misses its father.
The king's nostrils twitched, his eyes welled up with tears, "Father..."
From then on, my mother was basically in seclusion.
Sometimes it takes half a year, sometimes one or two years, sometimes four or five years, and the longest time was eight years.
During this time, several people claiming to be from the Siming Pavilion came here, insisting on seeing their mother one last time.
The king knew that his mother hated being disturbed when she was in seclusion, so he wanted to chase them away. But they were so powerful that the king couldn't defeat them at all. Just when it was being beaten so badly that it was crying for its parents and about to have its inner core removed, Little Silver Brother and Little Gold Brother descended from the sky and helped it drive away those bad guys.
The king was covered in wounds, feeling both wronged and frightened. He let out a "howl" and transformed into human form, throwing himself into Little Silver's arms.
Although Brother Silver always seemed indifferent to him and Brother Gold, Brother Silver was very powerful. He felt that besides his mother, Brother Silver was the most powerful person in the world! Over the years, he had grown up quite a bit, and in human form, he was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He wrapped his arms tightly around Brother Silver's neck and his legs around his waist, crying with snot and tears streaming down his face.
"Waaaaah... Little Silver Brother... Your Majesty hurts so much... Your Majesty hurts so much..."
"I miss my father so much... I miss my mother so much..."
"They always leave the King alone... Zhizhi and Mumu can't even talk yet... The King is so pitiful... Waaah..."
"They're going to dig out the king's inner core... Waaah... I'm so scared..."
Asahi stiffened for a moment, sighed helplessly, gently placed his hand on his back, and said, "How many times have I told you, my name is Asahi."
"Brother Xiaoyin..."
"Hey! Stop crying and sobbing. How pathetic! A real man should shed blood but not tears! Are you even a man anymore?" Xiao Jin rolled his eyes from the side.
His words struck the king's fragile pride with unerring accuracy.
The king immediately stopped crying, tears streaming down his face, his cheeks flushed red. He wiped away his tears with his hands, choking out, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is a man! Your Majesty must wait for Father to return, and must protect Mother! Your Majesty, don't cry... Your Majesty, don't cry..."
But he was really in pain. His injuries hurt so much. He hadn't seen his father or mother for a long time. Zhizhi and Mumu hadn't cultivated their souls yet. He was always alone and didn't even have a friend to talk to.
The king climbed off Qian Liu using both hands and feet, holding back his tears, his chest heaving as if he were about to choke on his breath.
Qianliu glanced at Xiaojin and said, "Yesterday you lost to a kid while fighting for something, and you were the one crying, weren't you?"
Xiao Jin: "..."
"It's not that I haven't tried to take it before, I just let him have his way! You understand, I let him have his way!"
"Your Majesty, don't cry... Your Majesty, don't cry..." The king was still trying to comfort himself. A man bleeds but doesn't cry. He is a man. He can bleed, but he must not cry.
Asahi walked over to him, grabbed his shoulder, and looked him up and down, asking in a flat tone, "How's the injury?"
The king raised his tearful eyes, the tears welling up in his eyes, desperately trying not to let them fall. It hurt so much, the wound hurt so much, it hurt everywhere.
He looked at Qianliu with teary eyes, looking pitiful.
Qianliu's voice softened slightly, "Let me see."
"Um……"
Asahi touched his arm, and the king hissed, "Ouch, ouch, ouch..."
Shallow stream immediately stopped and moved to another spot.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."
Qianliu pursed her lips and looked at the next spot. This time, before she even touched it, the king started crying, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!"
Qianliu: "..."
The king turned his head and looked at Qianliu with teary eyes, and whispered, "Brother Xiaoyin, am I really useless? I can't even protect myself. I certainly won't be able to protect Father and Mother in the future. Your Majesty is really useless."
Asahi looked away. "No."
The king sniffed. "But Brother Little Gold always says I'm useless."
Xiao Jin: "?"
Qianliu glanced at Xiaojin, who looked completely innocent, and said, "He can't say anything nice."
Xiao Jin: "..."
You're so arrogant! You're so great! You're the best in the world!
"Little Silver Brother, can you smell it?"
"What?"
"It smells like meat! Did you eat meat before you came?"
The king lowered his head and stole a glance at Qianliu. "You two are so lucky. I haven't had meat for a month. What does meat taste like? Is it delicious?"
Qianliu: "..."
Xiao Jin shook his head and said, "We didn't eat any meat. Are you sure you didn't smell something wrong?"
"No, no! It really smells like meat... Ah! Could it be that the King is hallucinating? Waaah... Am I going to die... Little Silver Brother, I'm going to die... You'll never see the King again..."
Asahi stared at the king for a couple of seconds, and the latter looked at him with a sorrowful expression.
"Brother Xiaoyin..."
Asahi pursed her lips. "Want some?"
"No, no, I am..."
"Let's go, I'll take you to eat."
The king suddenly tugged at Little Silver's sleeve, "No, Your Majesty must protect Mother, must stay by Mother's side."
Qianliu paused for a moment, then slowly shifted her gaze to Xiaojin.
"What?" Xiao Jin asked warily.
“There’s a small town not far from here. Go and buy some meat, and I won’t tell Xiaolian about you stealing the guests’ wine.”
Xiao Jin: "..."
"Are you kidding me?!"
The king peeked half his head out from behind Qianliu and said, "Brother Xiaojin, you should buy fresh meat, otherwise it won't taste good."
"you……"
"Go."
"Aaaaaah! You bastards!"
Xiao Jin glared at them angrily, then turned and went down the mountain.
"Are you satisfied now?" Qianliu glanced at the king.
"Waaah... I'd be so happy if you could come visit me more often... I'm so pitiful all alone." The king looked at him longingly.
Asahi squinted, then suddenly leaned down a little and brought his mouth close to the king's. The king's eyes blinked, his eyelashes like butterfly wings, as he looked at Little Silver's face so close to his own with a blank expression.
Qianliu twitched her nose slightly, then stepped back a few paces and said, "You ate something just yesterday."
The King: "..."
"Well, I'm hungry! It's your fault for only coming to see me once every six months. I'm so pitiful, no one loves me. I wish Brother Xiaoyin could stay here with me!"
Asahi glanced at him, "I..."
"But Brother Xiaoyin, please don't come. What if you don't have money to buy me fresh and delicious meat in the future?"
Qianliu paused for a moment, then said, "Then let you starve to death."
The King: "..."
Several years later, each time Mother emerged from seclusion, she would feed each of the King, Zhizhi, and Mumu a drop of blood to drink. Zhizhi drank the most blood, which helped her cultivate a soul and intelligence, and she could briefly transform into human form.
One day, the king suddenly had a whimsical idea and wanted to transform himself into his father's appearance. As a result, he really did become a person exactly like his father. The king was overjoyed and licked him for a long time. He really missed his father so much.
He then remembered that his mother missed his father just as much as he did, so after his mother emerged from seclusion, he specially had Zhizhi transform into his father's appearance to welcome her out of seclusion with him. He thought his mother would be very happy to see his father again, but his mother only glanced at Zhizhi before her face immediately darkened. She told Zhizhi that she was never allowed to transform into her father's appearance again, and she glared at the king expressionlessly. That one glare was enough to make the king shut up.
When their mother re-entered the pass, Qianliu and his companion went to the mountains to visit the king.
The king was watering and filling the branches with soil while muttering incantations with red eyes.
"You naughty mother! I just wanted to make you a little happier!"
"The mother that Zhizhi transformed into looks so much like her! It's just that the aura she exudes..."
"It just tastes different. Anyway, I can't see Father, so what's wrong with seeing the Father that Zhizhi has become?"
Asahi stepped forward and asked him what was wrong.
The king recounted the whole story.
"Little Silver Brother, do you think Mother doesn't like me at all? I just wanted to make her happy."
Qianliu said with a complicated expression, "No matter how similar he is, he is not the real Xie Shuci. Xie An is different from you; he would not deceive himself."
The King: "..."
Little Silver Brother said he was deceiving himself! Little Silver Brother actually said he was deceiving himself?! Little Silver Brother really said he was deceiving himself?!
The king, filled with rage, buried his head, tears welling in his eyes, and muttered softly, "My mother doesn't like me, you don't like me, Brother Jin doesn't like me either, the king is a child no one likes..."
Asahi glanced at the top of his head. "I didn't say I didn't like you."
"But you yelled at me!"
"I don't……"
"Hmph!" The king patted the dirt off Zhizhi with his filthy hands and said, "It's fine if you don't like me, but Zhizhi likes me anyway! Zhizhi even said that she wants to become the kind of person I like in the future and marry me to be my little wife. I don't care if you like me!"
Qianliu narrowed her eyes slightly, "Say it again?"
"Anyway, Your Majesty has enough with Zhizhi and Mumu! Mumu will protect Your Majesty in the future!"
"You want him to be your mistress?"
"Yes, I want him to be like Daddy from now on. I love Daddy the most..."
"Say it again?"
"I want him to be my wife..."
Before he could finish speaking, Qianliu's face turned cold, and she turned to leave.
The king was stunned for a moment. Seeing that Brother Little Silver was really leaving, he immediately stood up from the ground, flustered. "Brother Little Silver..."
Qianliu ignored him and continued walking forward.
"Little Silver Brother!" The king's eyes reddened, and he staggered forward to chase after her. "Little Silver Brother, don't go! I was just talking nonsense! I don't want, I don't want Zhizhi to be my wife... I cherish Little Silver Brother's affection... Waaah... Don't be angry..."
With a "thump," the king stepped on his left foot with his right and fell flat on his face. Tears streamed down his face as he lay on the ground, sobbing softly.
Qianliu paused slightly, turning back to look at the king who remained lying on the ground, refusing to get up.
When the king saw him turn around, he cried even harder, "Little Silver Brother, pull—"
Asahi walked up to him expressionlessly and pulled him up from the ground.
"Will you still talk nonsense in the future?"
"No, no." The king almost shook his head like a rattle drum.
"Um."
Xiao Jin watched the whole thing with her arms crossed.
To put it simply, he felt that his two good brothers had automatically excluded him.
It's like from the moment he appeared until now, no one has noticed him.
He was even carrying the fresh meat that his good friend from the foot of the mountain had ordered him to buy for his king.
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