Chapter 275 The Man Who Will Be Destroyed by Heaven
It's getting late.
After Liu Chong appreciated the prosperity of Qingyun Street, he carefully selected a bridge that he was satisfied with and prepared to stay there for a long time.
He dug out a few white-faced steamed buns from his huge luggage and ate them with relish while looking at the shining lights on the street in the distance.
The weather in the first month of the month was as cold as ever. Liu Zhong was wearing single clothes and looking at the lights of thousands of houses, he couldn't help but miss the ancient village.
I thought of the village chief’s grandfather and his mother.
He didn't understand why the village chief's grandpa insisted on letting him come to Luodu to join Shang Shu Martial Arts Academy to practice. Obviously in the village, under the guidance of the village chief's grandpa, he had strength far beyond his peers.
Why do you have to leave your hometown and come here?
He will never forget his mother's complicated expression towards him when he left home.
Is that reluctance?
sad?
pain?
Or helpless determination and coercion...
Liu Zhong's eyes dimmed and he bit down the cold steamed bun hard.
To be honest, he missed his mother.
No matter how powerful he is, in the final analysis, he is just a young man who has just turned fifteen and wants to leave his hometown and start his own life.
"Cold..."
A difficult and complicated voice suddenly sounded in the cold space, which immediately made Liu Zhong's hair stand on end and he became vigilant.
"Who are you?"
When he saw the man in white robes who appeared in front of him instantly like light and shadow, with his feet suspended in the air, he thought he was seeing his future self.
so similar.
This was the thought that arose in the minds of both Liu Zhong and Prince Xing Lu at the same time.
Liu Zhong thought that the other person looked very similar to himself, but he was more mature and his face was paler than his, as if he had just been seriously ill.
Prince Xing Lu believed that Liu Zhong's appearance was not only the same as his own when he was a boy.
His eyes, his lips, and his soft cheeks were more like that beautiful woman.
"Ai Ling...who are you?"
Prince Xing Lu asked with difficulty, his eyes burning.
It can't be wrong.
You can’t go wrong!
Feeling the extremely strong feeling of blood thicker than water in his body, he really couldn't believe that the young man in front of him could be his son?
How could he have any heirs?
Liu Zhong was silent. Ai Ling was his mother's name.
Lowering his head, the young man tried hard to suppress the throbbing and warmth deep in his blood. Combined with all the wisdom, he vaguely understood something.
The father that he had never seen and his mother had never mentioned to him!
He swallowed the steamed bun in his hand, chewed hard, and struggled to hold back the tears in his eyes.
At this time, Prince Xing Lu still didn't understand anything, his thin lips trembled slightly, and he who was not good at words found it even more difficult to speak at this time.
"My mother has never mentioned anything about you to me, but I know she misses you very much. Too many times in the dead of night, my mother always likes to sit quietly in the yard alone, looking at the north, silent."
"I don't know why you abandoned my mother, and you may not know that I may exist, but I implore you to go back to Guluo Village to see your mother."
Liu Zhong sniffed, and his mood quickly returned to calm. His dark eyes, which were faintly glowing with golden light, looked directly at the man in front of him, "Although my mother intends to hide it from me, I know that my mother's physical condition is very bad, and she is even getting worse every day."
One day difference.”
"If the village chief hadn't insisted on me coming to Luodu, and my mother had forced me to come here with tears in her eyes, otherwise I would never have left my mother."
After saying that, Liu Zhong stood up, put on his big bag again and was about to leave, not wanting to say another word to his biological father.
"Can you chat with me?"
After the low voice fell, the young man's figure froze, unable to move under the influence of some powerful external force.
He looked sideways.
Prince Xing Lu lowered his eyebrows. He was suspended in the air and sat directly in the cold and damp bridge.
Liu Zhong noticed this detail, focused his eyes on the man's legs, and couldn't help but look deeply.
"Do you know who I am?"
"It doesn't have much to do with me."
Liu Zhong said slightly coldly.
"I am one of the seven princes of the Dragon Court of the Great Han Dynasty, a person who will be destroyed by heaven."
Prince Xing Lu didn't care and said to himself.
Seeing Liu Zhong's puzzled look, Prince Xing Lu patted his leg and said softly: "On the day I was born, the entire Luo capital city was always bathed in a rich blood.
"There are thunders of blood rolling and raging in the sky, as if the end is coming. Under the ground, there is endless blood and blood that spreads to endless territories. Countless innocent creatures are swallowed up by the blood of killing, and they die indirectly because of me."
"The Qintian Supervisor was looking at the heavenly phenomena and said solemnly, I am the reincarnation of an ancient Shura, I can kill gods, humans, ghosts and demons, and my appearance is extraordinary. But because I killed too many sins in my previous life, God will not allow me to live in this life!"
"God forbade me to be born. The moment I came into the world, forty-nine thunders fell from the sky to destroy me. It was my father and many ancestors of the royal family who joined forces to resist the thunder, and I was able to survive.
"
"However, part of the breath of the thunderstorm still entered my body. As a result, I was born without feeling in my legs and lost my fertility."
"Ha...Although God allowed me to survive in the end, it did not allow people like me to have descendants and continue my bloodline!"
boom!
As Prince Xing Lu's last words fell gently, Liu Zhong was stunned in place as if he was struck by thunder, his delicate cheeks filled with shock and disbelief.
He stared at the other person intently, comparing his appearance with that of the other person, which was at least eight points similar, feeling the throbbing and resonance in the depths of each other's blood.