The arrogant emperor pleaded desperately, his hair slightly disheveled and his face pale.
The little fat boy's hands stopped in mid-air, tears streaming from his eyes. He choked and said, "Father, why did you give birth to me? It's more painful for a fish to live like this than to die!"
He almost shouted the following words.
His voice was hoarse and his eyes were red.
The father and son are both more pitiful than each other.
The question from his youngest son made the emperor's violently beating heart seem to miss a beat, and Emperor Mingxi didn't know what to say.
Explanations are futile. What he regrets most at this moment is why didn't I cover it up properly?
If you hide it better, Yuer won’t be able to see it.
"Father, tell me, tell me, the prerequisite for a child to survive is that he must absorb the lives of his loved ones." The desperate fat baby shook his head, rushed forward, and knelt on the couch in front of the Holy Lord. "Tell Yu'er, do I want to live like this? Can you please stop hiding it from me?"
He was speechless, the immense grief stuck in his throat, and at the end he could only whisper, "I know you love me and you want me to live. But can you ask the fish?"
The emperor's hands trembled as he wanted to touch his young son's cheek.
But feeling his resistance, Emperor Mingxi did not dare to look at him again.
He was like a wooden man with his tongue cut off. His vast knowledge and the throne of the emperor became useless at this moment.
His Majesty seemed to be deprived of the ability to speak.
He was shrouded in a tangible sadness, and the occasional glances he gave at the little fat boy were filled with deep tenderness.
Who could not be moved by such an emperor?
All the tenderness and preference of this life are placed on one person.
The sobbing behind him suddenly intensified. The emperor was in pain and anxious, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot: "Then can you ask me, as a father, can I only watch my five-year-old child ruin his life?"
An emperor, a prince, the most noble people in the world.
But they seemed like their feet had been stepped on, and they were anxious and questioning each other.
The sobbing stopped for a moment, then became more intense again. Emperor Mingxi stroked his chest.
The grief from the bottom of his heart was something he could not ignore. The emperor slowly turned his gaze and stared at his child with bloodshot eyes.
"I really have no other choice. I've begged all the Nine Heavens Mysterious Truths and countless gods and Buddhas, one by one. I beg them to save you."
"You must know that the ash mark originally grew on my heart. I am the one who deserves to die! My son, you are protecting your father from the disaster. What your father is doing now is in accordance with the will of heaven and puts him back on the right track."
Emperor Mingxi's gaze was extremely fixed. This man who believed that his fate was in his own hands was now talking about following the will of heaven.
How would those whose heads he chopped off feel?
"Listen to Xiao Yuan for once, okay?" At this moment, the emperor, who never had the upper hand, pinched the little fat boy's soft spot.
I beg you as a father and a close friend, please listen to me for once.
In the past, I let you do whatever you want.
Now, should Yu'er also let his father do what he wants?
The bewitching words echoed in the little fat boy's mind over and over again, making his heart ache even more.
From the moment he opened his eyes, his father was holding him.
The little fat boy vaguely remembered that at that time, he urinated on him and he was in a hurry to clean up.
Both disgust and love.
He said, "You bad boy," but he did it all by himself without any help.
This is also the first time he becomes a father at this age.
The emperor almost opened his heart to his youngest son.
The little fat boy felt so much pain, his eyes hurt so much that he covered his eyes dejectedly and fell backwards.
It was like being hit by arrows from the sky, his limbs turned into a pool of rotten flesh, and there was no possibility of getting up.
The little guy whined in his head.
Silent ripples surged and rose into the air.
Sinking into the dirt.
Everything in the world should feel his sorrow, his pain, and his determination.
1002, who had been breaking through space again and again, suddenly stopped. The wailing that struck his heart made him curl up suddenly.
"You whined, cub."
1002 muttered to himself and increased the speed of breaking through the air with the power of the origin.
When the emperor saw that he was silent, he thought that the child had been shaken by his plea.
Emperor Mingxi thought, that's right, flesh and blood are nothing.
Many people begged to offer their flesh and blood to support their loved ones, but were unsuccessful.
I am still very fortunate.
The emperor relaxed his mind, raised his hand slightly, and called the palace servants to clean up the mess in the hall.
Dad lied to me again.
Again.
again.
How long will the fish be deceived by him, and how many times will he be deceived?
Just because the fish is stupid and not as smart as him, can he deceive the fish?
The little fat boy's mind was blank, occasionally he could see the figures of his father, and occasionally he could see the way they spoke.
Since my existence brings so much pain to others.
Since I exist, I must absorb the flesh and blood and essence of others.
Since I exist, people must do their utmost to support me.
Wouldn't it be better if the fish died?
The little fellow seemed to be blind, groping under the pillow, and the emperor was keeping an eye on him all the time.
While raising his hand to make it easier for Wu Zhonghe to change his clothes, he gently persuaded him: "What are you looking for, son? I will find it for you."
The youngest son's compromise meant that he no longer had to hide the fact that he had to cut off his flesh in the future. This great joy overwhelmed Emperor Mingxi's mind.
It made him no longer meticulous and in control of everything.
The fat baby said nothing, and suddenly pulled out a bright red scimitar from under his pillow.
The chubby baby had never been so quick before. He pushed the scabbard aside, and the sword that could cut through iron like mud was placed on his neck.
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