Emperor Ye Tian, Martial Ancestor, as well as one hundred thousand Shenxuan disciples, and martial arts experts everywhere, could not answer Xiaobao's words.
"My mother said that heroes don't care where they come from, so why can't the evil king become a hero?"
Xiaobao smiled brightly and tilted his head to look at Emperor Ye Tian.
Emperor Ye Tiandi was silent for a long time, then he smiled and looked at Chu Yue, "If a young child has such thoughts, one can imagine what an outstanding person his mother will be. Miss Ye, I
I’m looking forward to your future.”
Song Qingshan, Ye Xun'er and others were stunned, gasped, and could no longer calm down.
However, within a month or so, she actually received praise from Martial Ancestor and Emperor Ye Tian one after another. Looking at Lingtian Continent, this is an honor that no other warrior has!
"Ye Chen, you are of the Emperor's bloodline and can go to my Enlightenment Academy. Are you willing to go?" Emperor Ye Tian asked.
Hearing this, people from all directions once again cast envious glances.
"Uncle, is it far away?" Xiaobao asked with wide eyes.
"Very far." Emperor Ye Tian replied truthfully.
Xiaobao shook his head, "I want to stay with my mother. She often forgets to eat when she is busy or practicing, and she often cannot sleep alone. If she is too far away, I will miss my mother and I will also be worried.
Mother's."
Emperor Ye Tian looked at Xiaobao's sincere and tender face and was quite moved.
He had never seen such a spirited child, and it even gave him a very comfortable and friendly feeling.
Chu Yue's thin body was nestled in the black cloak, her teeth were lightly exposed, she smiled, and looked at the little baby who was like light tenderly.
"If you don't want to, I won't embarrass you. If you want, you can come to Wu Dao Academy at any time, and I will personally teach you martial arts." Emperor Ye Tian said.
Everyone was shocked again, their eyes widened.
Although Emperor Ye Tian founded the Enlightenment Academy, he never taught anyone except his son Ye Wuxie!
"okay!"
Xiaobao raised his little arms and tapped his little head heavily.
Emperor Ye Tian returned him to Chu Yue, stood on the gilt platform, looked at Chu Yue's face, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Kid, you look very much like an old friend of mine."
"I wonder which old friend of Emperor Ye Tian is this?" Chu Yue asked, holding Xiaobao in her arms.
Emperor Ye Tiandi turned his back to her and looked at the clouds on the horizon. After a long time, he slowly turned back and said softly: "Dead wife."
Chu Yue saw the incomparable sadness in his eyes, and then moved her gaze downwards, noticing Emperor Ye Tian's robotic hand.
From then on, Emperor Ye Tian and Martial Ancestor flew high in the sky, and the majestic and vast aura swept away, and they were walking away on the clouds.
Xiaobao looked at his back and suddenly asked loudly: "Uncle, are you going to catch the evil king?"
Emperor Ye Tian turned around, looked down at Xiaobao, and said gently: "Maybe, Evil Lord can also become a hero of the blessed land."
The sound became farther and farther, and the two figures disappeared into the sky.
Xiaobao tilted his head in Chu Yue's arms, staring in the direction where Emperor Ye Tian disappeared, and suddenly looked at Chu Yue with red eyes, "Mother, I don't know why, but the baby suddenly feels a little reluctant to let go of his uncle."
Chu Yue stretched out her hand and rubbed Xiaobao's head, looked up at the sky, and suddenly felt a strong feeling in her heart.
Perhaps, I will meet Emperor Ye Tian again in the future.
Ye Mohan looked at the thoughtful Chu Yue and the reluctant Xiaobao, falling into a deep crisis.