After leaving Longyuan, he came to Xuantian Continent. In order to prevent people from the Dragon Clan from finding him, he cut off the dragon's tendons and sealed all the power of the Dragon Clan.
He hates everything about dragons, but it's a pity that the blood of dragons flows in his body, which he hates.
In order to take revenge, he could only live with the blood of disgust. Later, he practiced Xuan Li. Perhaps it was because he was a member of the dragon tribe anyway and was born different from ordinary people, so his Xuan Li practice improved by leaps and bounds.
Then came the person An, who could only live in the dark. He was afraid that the dragon people would find him. At that time, he was not able to resist, so he couldn't let the dragon people find him.
Later, he founded the Rakshasa Cult and organized all the forces in order to live well and have the opportunity to become stronger and return to the Dragon Clan in the future.
After saying that, Di Beicheng was trembling. Thinking about his deceased mother, he was filled with hatred. Liu Zhixu asked him not to take revenge. How could he let go? Every time, his mother was unwilling to die in his mind.
The look on his face made him wish he could eat those people's flesh and drink their blood.
"Beicheng, I will be with you from now on." Dongfang Bingwu hugged him tightly, her heart full of heartache, and her eyes were a little wet. He was only four years old at that time, four years old, he could bear it
It was something that one should not bear at that age. No wonder he didn't like to laugh before, and she couldn't laugh either.
Di Beicheng rested his head on her shoulder. He now believed that his mother's words were right and there was still love. His love with Dongfang Bingwu would definitely be strong and no one could shake them.
The empty hall was filled with a sad atmosphere.
Di Beicheng leaned against Dongfang Bingwu and said nothing. She was the first person to know his past story. After telling it, he finally became less depressed. However, the hatred in his heart never dissipated, and it would never dissipate, unless
Those who framed him and his mother are all dead. Maybe then, he will feel relieved.
"When do you plan to go to the Dragon Clan?" Dongfang Bingwu held his cold face and asked gently. He must have been thinking about how to kill those who framed their mother and son. Those people really deserved to die. They dared to do this.
If she hurt her husband, she would go to the Dragon Clan with him to teach those bad guys a lesson.
Di Beicheng stared at Dongfang Bingwu, regained his composure, and chuckled, "Are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid. I will go with you wherever you go. I will also help you teach those people a lesson. If they bully my husband, they are bullying me. My Dongfang Bingwu man is not that easy to bully." Dongfang Bingwu's eyes are wide.
She narrowed her eyes dangerously and her tone was full of sternness. She would definitely teach those people a lesson.
"But we may not be able to defeat them with our current strength." Di Beicheng frowned. This is why he has never returned to the Dragon Clan. Originally, he wanted to go to the territory of the descendants of the ancient gods to steal the four artifacts, so that he could be sure to destroy them.
He defeated the Dragon Clan, but later met Dongfang Bingwu, and everything went out of his plan.
Dongfang Bingwu raised his eyebrows slightly and said arrogantly, "We can go to the descendants of the ancient gods to find the four artifacts first, so we should be able to deal with them! Anyway, I have to go to the gods to find my mother, so this is just right."
And she also has the Blood Demon Piano in her hand.
"Will you blame me for bringing you in?" Dibeicheng looked at her sincerely. What they would face in the future was a powerful enemy, no longer an ordinary human race.
Dongfang Bingwu shook his head violently and said without regret, "I love you. No matter what difficulties I will face with you, I am not a vase just put on the table as a decoration."