“I think there’s something wrong with this story…”
Before the little granddaughter started talking, Long Sheng spoke first.
Old Mrs. Ling had just thought that Long Sheng was the least likely to ask strange questions. This child was very silent, so he probably just listened to the story and might not be interested at all.
Now it's unexpected.
Mrs. Ling was quite happy: "A Sheng, if you have any questions, I will help you answer them."
The question raised by Xiaolong Sheng might make everything normal.
Old Mrs. Ling was full of anticipation.
Long Sheng said, "Just because a bead was burned, the Jade Emperor is punishing me. Even if he punishes me, it won't be so severe. How could he possibly kill the Third Prince of the Dragon King?"
Mrs. Ling: "Uh, this question..."
"Yes, yes, grandma. I accidentally broke a bowl before, but Mom and Dad didn't scold me. Little White Dragon was so pitiful. He was actually beaten to death. His father is so cruel..."
Little Linglong shook Old Lady Ling's arm indignantly.
Long Sheng said: "A dragon gives birth to nine sons. The Dragon King has many sons. He may not like this."
Long Sheng recalled his impression of the Dragon King... but that seemed to be many tens of thousands of years ago, and he couldn't remember who the Dragon King in the West Sea was.
However, the dragon race has always had a strong reproductive ability. If they want, they can have as many children as they want.
The Dragon Prince in Old Lady Ling's story is the third child. He has older brothers and maybe several younger brothers. It's not a big deal if he doesn't like one of them.
But the Jade Emperor's punishment was too severe, it was impossible to sentence him like this.
Xiao Linglong said, "Killing someone if you don't like them... That's really scary, so evil!"
Mrs. Ling was helpless: "..."
When she told this story, she meant to say that children should be punished if they were too naughty, but the two children's ideas were completely wrong.
——But when you think about it, this is indeed a bit unreasonable, because he would kill his son for burning a bead. There really is no such cruel father.
Old Madam Ling coughed twice to stop her granddaughter and Long Sheng from going any further, and smiled, "Xiao Wu, do you have any..."
“Huff…Huff…”
The only response to Old Lady Ling was a series of small snoring sounds.
Old Mrs. Ling: “…”
We shouldn't expect this child to be able to sleep well no matter when and where he is.
"Grandma?" Little Linglong tilted his head.
Long Sheng also looked at Old Lady Ling with burning eyes, as if he also hoped that Old Lady Ling could answer his question.
Old Mrs. Ling really couldn't stand the double attack.
"Okay, okay, I think... maybe Grandma didn't explain it well, so there are some problems. I'll go ask others later and tell you when I've clarified it!"
Mrs. Ling had a headache and said, "Let's go to bed now."
Long Sheng said to Xiao Linglong, "It's time to go to bed. I'll ask you tomorrow."
He also wants to start practicing.
After hearing what Long Sheng said, Xiao Linglong felt sleepy.
He mumbled "Good night, Grandma and Brother Sheng" and fell asleep in Mrs. Ling's arms.
Old Mrs. Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
"Then Ah Sheng should go to bed early too!"
Long Sheng nodded and closed his eyes.
The magical power in the meridians throughout the body began to circulate and slowly gathered towards the dantian, repeating over and over again.
Old Mrs. Ling blew out the only candle by the bed.
The room suddenly fell into darkness.
Old Mrs. Ling felt the little person in her arms in the dark.
I hope the weather will be good tomorrow. After all... tomorrow is not an ordinary day.
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