Chapter 411 The collection of palm prints is about to end
Chapter 411 Palm print collection is about to be completed
Chen Xuan smiled helplessly and said: "Keep eating, from now on these will just be commonplace meals."
Nodding heavily, Ling Feng grunted and began to eat hard again.
Chen Xuan gave Chen Ji a thumbs up, thinking whether he should let him practice or not, he would just cook for them here.
After thinking about it, I still felt that I should respect his opinion, so I decided to wait for a few days to finish the work in the new world of the demons, and then have a good talk with him.
After finishing the meal, Chen Xuan settled the two of them in the back hall, and with a wave of his hand, he made Ling Feng's room look like the one in the Linghai Realm.
Although the ones in Haitian are different, they are all arranged according to the customs of the Linghai realm.
After arranging everything, Chen Xuan wrapped the two of their rooms with water spiritual light balls, so that they did not have to sleep on dry land, but still slept in the water like in the spiritual sea realm.
In the middle of the night, everything was silent in the narrow escape realm.
Chen Xuan, who used to go to bed on time, could not sleep now.
Ling Feng's arrival today brought back memories of his past with Ling Bo.
To this day, not a day goes by that he doesn't regret why Ling Bo died.
Sitting at the highest place in the palace, Chen Xuan looked at the full moon hanging high and thought: "Brother Ling, what are you doing right now? Have you been reincarnated?"
He was not the only one who couldn't sleep. Sensing the breath, Chen Xuan turned around and saw Ling Feng clawing at the surrounding wall and trying hard to get up.
Mermaids are somewhat special. They can fly around freely relying on the water in the spiritual sea realm, but on land, even if they are as high as Ling Feng, they still cannot fly.
It’s not that I don’t know how to do it, it’s that I’m not familiar with it and don’t know how to fly up.
Looking at Ling Feng with beads of sweat on his forehead, Chen Xuan thought together, and Ling Feng soared into the air and slowly floated to his side.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet? Are you not used to the environment?" Because there was no time, Chen Xuan first used seawater that would not fall into the sea. Although it was the Linghai that would not fall into the sea, the water quality was still somewhat different from the water in the Linghai realm.
Ling Feng shook his head, with a smile on his wrinkled face, and said: "Where, godfather still remembers the appearance of my previous room. Lying here feels like lying on my own bed."
Chen Xuan smiled faintly and said, "This is your bed, so why don't you sleep?"
"Dad, aren't you asleep too?" Ling Feng smiled and sat down next to Chen Xuan.
Hundreds of thousands of years have passed in a flash, but Chen Xuan's sorrow remains undiminished.
Looking at the full moon, Chen Xuandao said: "Tonight's moon is like the moon when I took you and your mother back hundreds of thousands of years ago, and also like the moon when I first arrived in the Spirit Sea Realm."
After a pause, he continued: "It's still like the moon when your father came back when I was in seclusion in the spiritual sea realm."
There is no mention of missing her in every sentence, but she is missing every word.
Ling Bo is probably a thorn in Chen Xuan's heart in his invincible life.
Ling Feng is no longer the child who only hung on Chen Xuan and kept asking Chen Xuan to play with him.
Ling Feng's cloudy eyes were filled with light, and Ling Feng said to Chen Xuan, "Father must be thinking about you too."
Chen Xuan looked at him, smiled, and said, "Maybe."
That night, father and son, who had not seen each other for the first time in a hundred thousand years, chatted all night under the moonlight.
When the red sun was about to rise in the bridal chamber, the two of them went back to the room to sleep.
Based on Chen Xuan's habit, he might have slept until noon, but he felt that not long after he got into bed, he was shaken awake by a spiritual force.
"What the hell..."
Chen Xuan gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. Although the sky was already bright, he had only slept for a few hours. Who was calling him without eyes?
After feeling it, Chen Xuan became even more angry. He sat up from the bed and connected to the summoner's spiritual message.
"Weng Baiyu, you are tired of living!
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Weng Baiyu, who was holding the Xuantian Ling respectfully at the other end, was frightened by this sound. Even if the person opposite could not see it, he immediately knelt down respectfully.
"The master is angry, the master is angry."
Kneeling down and lowering his head, Weng Baiyu felt bitter in his heart and could not express it.
Complaining for the 108th time that Chen Xuan had found a bullshit job for himself. He was doing nothing all day long in the realm of nine deaths. How nice would it be to go fishing and bask in the sun?
It’s okay to arrange him in this bullshit place, where he has to work tremblingly in a group of earth-supreme level people every day. He even calculated the time and Chen Xuan woke up at this time, so he dared to summon Chen Xuan.
Who knew I would still get scolded!
He works here by himself, he doesn't have to worry about anything, and he doesn't understand his own pain at all!
Chen Xuan himself told him to summon him when something happened, but he was scolded even after he summoned him!
Weng Baiyu is really mute and can't explain the pain of eating Coptis chinensis.
The aggressive voice came again, and even across such a long space, Weng Baiyu could feel how angry Chen Xuan was.
"You better have something important to report, otherwise I will go over and kill you right now."
Hearing this sentence, Weng Baiyu did not dare to think about it in his heart, and immediately said: "Master, except for the two dead realms that have not yet had new realm masters, the palm prints of the masters of the realms of the three thousand worlds, the rest