Chapter 29 Parents' Past
"I don't want to talk to you any more. What is Han Zhi's godhood? Bring it to me."
"Godhood?" Fen Jin seemed to have heard something funny: "You were the one who said you would give birth to me and raise me. If I were to give the godhood, wouldn't you be the one to give it to me?"
The implication is that he didn't.
"What do you mean?" The Ice God paused, his pupils suddenly dilated, his ice-blue eyes filled with disbelief, as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat, his mouth half open but no sound came out.
He stumbled back half a step, his face draining of color at a visible rate. His body, previously tense, suddenly collapsed, and his eyes, once incredibly sharp, slowly became hollow, as if covered in a thick layer of dust.
Fen Jin suddenly felt relieved: "What it means is that the little bastard is dead."
The scene that I had imagined countless times finally happened, but I couldn't even let out a roar of pleasure from my throat. Instead, I felt an empty itch.
"You bastard!" the Ice God roared.
How could he, how could he...
However, he didn't seem to have any qualifications to talk about burning.
The child stayed with him for five hundred years, and he didn't even give him a surname except a name.
He remembered the first time he met Fenjin. At that time, he asked the God of Wood for a handful of seeds, wanting to try to grow some trees in his own home. When he was digging ice with a small shovel, a man came over.
He was wearing a black robe, with a loose belt around his waist, and stood with a slim figure. At that time, he was not yet as majestic as he later became, nor was he as notorious, bloodthirsty and cruel as he later became.
He looks silent, beautiful, and very capable.
The black boots made a noise as they stepped on the ice, startling Leng Baibai who was digging ice hard in the distance.
He looked back and immediately spotted the other person. He was extremely handsome, with a hint of aloofness and coldness between his brows. His long black hair and scarlet eyes made him look like the brightest sun in the sky.
At that glance, he fell in love.
He threw away the shovel in his hand, stood up and asked him: "Who are you?"
The man raised his eyebrows, his red eyes were more beautiful than any gem he had ever seen. He subconsciously wanted to stroke his long black hair and kiss those mesmerizing eyes.
Of course, he didn't do that. It was very rude and he couldn't offend the person he liked like that.
The other person tilted his neck, raised his chin and said arrogantly: "Let's make friends."
Help, I seem to love you even more.
Leng Baibai was a god with a good temper at first. When he heard that the other party was here to make friends, he immediately warmly welcomed Fenjin.
Only then did he realize that the other person was the Fire God of the neighboring Jin Country, who had been away from home to study under a master for many years and had just returned.
At that time, there were not only seven countries in the world, and the Kingdom of Jin was not as formidable as it is now.
"I've heard a lot about you." Leng Baibai said, "I like you. Can I pursue you?"
Fenjin's expression changed.
But for some reason, he didn't do it.
His eyes were vague, as if he didn't expect the other party to say such a thing.
Then he smiled, his expression somewhat gentle: "You like me? Then you will regret it."
Later, as he said, he did regret it. Burning Ember took advantage of his trust and marched straight into the capital, melting the ice and snow with flames, leaving scorched earth everywhere.
Fortunately, the cold white ice could not be melted by his flames after all. He was defeated in front of the Tai Chi Palace, in front of the source of ice and snow in the world. In the extremely low temperature after the freezing technique was cast, the flames could not burn.
He asked the Wood God for the elixir to conceive a child. He thought that since he didn't love him, he still wanted him to leave his bloodline. This child would be the unbreakable bond between them.
He'll never get rid of him!
His thoughts were pulled back, and Leng Baibai looked at Fen Jin in front of him with a cold face, and felt very bored.
He hated and resentful Fenjin. Over the years, whenever he saw the child, he would think of Fenjin's betrayal. He treated Hanzhi as his trophy, as an unnecessary object, and as a tool to vent his anger, but he did not treat him as his own son.
But it was not until now, until just now, that he realized that he seemed to have... done something wrong that could never be undone.
Burning embers sleepless night.
After Leng Baibai left, he sat alone on the throne, not knowing what he was thinking.
Until the sun rose, he stood up as usual and went to the study to deal with documents as if nothing had happened.
Han Zhi's death caused a brief stir in those few days, but it soon subsided. Except for the Chuizhu Palace being sealed by Chi Changyuan, nothing changed.
It wasn't until March that something happened that pushed Han Zhi out again.
The Water Condensation Technique that Han Zhi was supposed to give to Nan Chao Wenyan actually appeared in the water pavilion on the top floor of Taiqing Palace.
The water god who was planning to reinforce the water pavilion formation fell silent.
Chi Changyuan, who was following behind him, also did not speak.
He looked at the Water Condensation Technique that was emitting aqua-blue spiritual power. There was still a faint golden spiritual power remaining around it, which seemed to faintly reveal the taste of a curse.
At that moment, he seemed to understand why Han Zhi inexplicably aged before his death.
This secret technique that uses life as fuel was actually hidden from the Water God, Nan Chao Wenyan, and everyone else.
Cold stop...
He closed his eyes, and all his worries turned into dark circles under his eyes.
You are really good at it.
Everyone has been deceived by you.
He put the Water Condensation Technique back into a new box. When the box was closed, it made a heavy muffled sound. The Water God gave him a complicated look, as if he wanted to persuade him.
"I'm fine, father." Chi Changyuan forced a smile: "I didn't expect him to be so thoughtful. I guess my rescue was not in vain."
But is it really okay?
After three months of silence, his heart seemed to be blocked again. The Water God sighed, patted his son's shoulder gently, and said, "Cry if you want to. It's not shameful in front of your father."
"Father, I'm really fine." Chi Changyuan lowered his eyes. He had been wondering for the past three months whether he had done something wrong. If he had not wanted to marry Han Zhi as the Crown Princess, he would not have had a conflict with Xiangyu. He would not have beaten Han Zhi like that, he would not have locked him up, he would not have married Leng Xiangyu, and he would not have accidentally killed Han Zhi.
"Your Majesty—Your Highness—"
The wind from outside blew in, mixed with rainwater, and merged with the water bricks on the ground. Jiang Mo stumbled over, with mud on the corner of his clothes that he hadn't noticed.
He seemed very anxious, and his anxiety was mixed with excitement, pain, regret, self-blame, and intense sorrow.
He ran to Chi Changyuan, his face covered with tears or rain, his eyes red.
"The Wind God has come down! He's brought his son to apologize to you... He said... He said..."
His expression was twisted and painful, and he spoke slowly, "He said Feng Xing lied that day. He thought it was Han Zhi who prevented his sister from becoming your Crown Princess, so he deliberately took revenge on Han Zhi, saying that Han Zhi had hurt His Highness the Snow God, to vent his sister's anger."
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