"It is normal for a person who wants to die to give up his original principles."
At this moment, a voice that sounded like an immortal came from behind Ye Ling.
When Ling Luo raised his head, he saw Di Wuchen who was standing behind Ye Ling at some point.
He is still wearing a sky blue robe, with fair skin, delicate facial features, slightly upward blue eyes, and a natural charm.
"Young Master Di." Ling Luo smiled slightly at Di Wuchen, nodded, and said hello.
Di Wuchen smiled back, his green eyes full of tenderness, and said, "Mrs. Xuanyuan, long time no see."
Ling Luo was thinking about what Di Wuchen said just now, and asked randomly: "Has the Lord God really changed?"
"It has changed. After the battle in the Sixth Heaven, when I took the Lord back to the God Realm, he seemed to have lost his soul, his eyes were so empty, and now he is even more serious about self-mutilation."
When he mentioned the Lord God, Di Wuchen's expression immediately became serious, but there was a hint of distress in his blue eyes.
"Self-mutilation?" Ling Luo frowned slightly, cast a questioning look at Di Wuchen, and asked, "What does self-mutilation mean?"
Di Wuchen glanced at Ling Luo in surprise and said, "Don't you know? He touched the Supreme Bone of the Son of God and Demon, which is equivalent to chronic suicide!"
"How is that possible?"
Before Ling Luo had time to recover from the shock, Xiao Suling, who was standing next to Ling Luo, could no longer hold back. With an angry look on his face, his dark eyes widened and he looked at Di Wuchen,
He said loudly: "That guy Feng Baiyu said when he picked out my bones, the son of the gods and demons is a double-edged sword. The blood can hurt the main god, but the bones can complete the main god and make the main god stronger!"
For Su Ling, who had suffered absolute suffering, Ye Ling and Di Wuchen's words of whitewashing the Lord God were a bit difficult for him to accept at a young age.
Di Wuchen's handsome brows were slightly frowned. Under his long blue sleeves, a pair of fists were slowly clenched, and his voice was somewhat gloomy: "The Supreme Bone gathers all the flesh and blood essence of the whole body. How can it be contrary to the effect of blood? This is so obvious.
The lies are clearly just lies!"
Di Wuchen is the most loyal servant of God. Deep down in his heart, he still prefers to protect the Lord God.
"Su Ling."
Ling Luo stretched out a hand, gently rubbed Su Ling's little head, and said softly, "It's really not the Lord God who did this. Instead, he avenged you. No matter what the Lord God does,
In this way, in terms of seniority, he can also be regarded as your grandfather."
After hearing her mother's gentle words, Su Ling's anger gradually subsided, and her chest that was constantly rising and falling gradually calmed down.
"Well, since you said so, mother, then my son will no longer hate him." Su Ling lowered his head slightly, and no one could see clearly the true emotions in his eyes.
"Su Jue, take your brother to visit the Qingqiu Temple."
Ling Luo looked at her eldest son Sujue and gave instructions softly.
"Okay." Su Jue's black eyes narrowed slightly. Although they had the same appearance, they looked several years older than his younger brother.
He didn't say much, and he never expressed his opinion about the Lord God. He just obediently took Su Ling's hand and coaxed his younger brother away.
Seeing the twin brothers gradually walking away, Ye Ling's dark red eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips curved up in appreciation.