Rule: "..." This is different from what was promised.

According to his observation of Wenliang for two months, Wenliang is extremely mysophobic.

Damn it, I gotta get up from the ground!!!

Ge Laozi’s is for Grandpa!

The law cannot wake up Wen Liang.

Because Wen Liang is just a remnant soul now, his perception of external stimulation is very weak.

Lethargy.

What's more, the remnant soul is still being nourished in the formation set up by Zhu Jiuyin.

Black Coal Ball didn't try to wake Wen Liang, he huddled next to Wen Liang's front paws of the fox.

In this way Wenliang will accept it subtly.

He is such a clever little guy.

Yan Bei received the inherited memory of Dragon Palace.

The memory that began with the existence of the Dragon Clan runs through ancient and modern times.

Yan Bei let out a long breath.

Wen Yan is still in retreat.

Anyone younger than him works harder than him.

Yan Bei thought expressionlessly after absorbing the memory.

He looked at his father's soul lamp, and the scene before his death seemed to be carved into his mind by a carving knife.

From his father's perspective, he saw his mother as he had seen her when he was a child.

She has short light brown hair, slightly raised corners of her mouth, and two dimples on her cheeks.

Father said he missed her very much.

Regret it.

What's the use of dragon clan inheritance? Why did they quarrel at that time?

The mother said nothing and remained motionless.

My father was a demon until he was killed by a murderer.

He saw the strange smile on the corner of his mother's mouth.

He knew that this was not his mother and that his father had been deceived.

And he was deceived willingly.

Yan Bei felt that his mood was complicated for a long time. He always thought that his father was a monster who only had the inheritance of the dragon clan. Later, he saw his father desperately trying to explain to his mother.

He separated himself from his only son.

Life is worse than death.

It was not his turn to go to Kunlun Mountain to guard the formation.

He asked for it on his own.

Because this seems to bring me closer to Yan Bei's mother, even closer.

People are always unable to hold the dead accountable for their crimes.

He said he was liberated.

He said he was wrong.

He said he missed her.

Then, still rush to death.

There is obviously still a chance to resist.

But he was tired and didn't want to resist anymore. His wife died, and his only child was separated from him. This was the price of his blindly protecting the inheritance.

Yan Bei wanted to cry a little.

He was finally alone.

Alone.

Lost both parents and was alone.

Can't cry.

I don’t know what to cry for. I finally know the truth, I still lost my parents.

It's only after someone dies that you know how to cherish them.

He seemed to understand that his father was hesitant to speak, and the father and son were speechless in caring about each other.

When his father said that the deadline was approaching, he didn't even feel any emotion in his heart.

Yan Bei pressed his hands hard on the crystal table.

After all, the crystal table was overwhelmed and shattered.

The sharp crystal fragments pricked Yan Bei's hand.

Yan Bei's expression was cold.

He will eventually avenge his father.

The true image that has been silent for more than two thousand years is as heavy as a stone, crushing the heart.

A feeling of cramping.

I always feel like I should have known earlier.

In fact, they are all right.

The only thing wrong is the time and the unclear reason.

Or maybe they are all wrong, and the fault is unclear and vague.

Yan Bei waved his hand and cleaned up the broken crystals on the ground.

Got a new table.

I will be a sharp sword.

Overcoming thorns and thorns, everything is possible.

Yan Bei placed the soul lanterns and wiped the soul tablets in the Dragon Palace Sacrificial Hall one by one.

Light the incense again.

Kneel down on the mat and pray three times.
Chapter completed!