In the silence, I saw that Aunt Qing was serious, not a joke.
Thinking of Zhao'er's status in Xianshan when he met her in Xianshan, Turtle Immortal couldn't help but believe it.
The three-legged turtle now understands why his ancestors burrowed under the inn's well.
Turtle Immortal hurriedly greeted Yu Sheng who had followed him out, and kept explaining that it was a misunderstanding.
It's just that I can't hear anything for the rest of my life. When I see the Turtle Immortal, I cup my hands and bow again, with a confused look on my face.
The three-legged turtle looked down on the Turtle Immortal, "Looking at your little ambition, why are you so scared? It's embarrassing, no, it's embarrassing for the turtle. Why did I have the nerve to agree to be your mount in the first place?"
"A man can bend and stretch, you know nothing." Turtle Immortal glared at the three-legged turtle, and slowly mouthed Yu Sheng, "I said it was a misunderstanding just now."
"No regrets?" The warning light came on in Yu Sheng's mind again. Could it be that he was showing off his unrepentant love for his little aunt?
"Go away, the one who can bend and stretch is clearly a turtle." The three-legged turtle despised the turtle fairy.
It climbed up the steps and showed a smile that was perfect for a turtle, "Yes, Mr. Yu."
No matter how deaf he was for the rest of his life, he could now see that one person and one turtle were trying to please him, but he racked his brains and couldn't figure out why Kame Sennin was saying this.
"What is he talking about?" Yu Sheng asked the system in his thoughts, "System, system, system, your uncle."
The system came up with the thought, "If you want to know, please pay one hundred merit points."
"I'll fuck you, uncle." Yu Sheng drove it away directly.
As the saying goes, if your IQ is not enough, you have to use your imagination.
After Yu Sheng had his own whims, he was startled and thought that his aunt had promised him something, so this grandson came to please him, right?
The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was right. Yu Sheng shouted loudly, pushed Guixian away, and stopped in front of his little aunt, "My little aunt is mine!"
When the Turtle Immortal heard this, his head could be cut off, his blood could be shed, but his love could not be lost.
He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Don't think that just because you are the son of King Donghuang, you can bully men and dominate women and do whatever you want. I will not agree to this marriage!"
"Ha, I guessed it right." Yu Sheng thought with joy.
While showing off his IQ to the system, he said bluntly: "Don't think that just because you are a turtle fairy, you can be tyrannical. Let me tell you, I have a ghost fairy under my command."
Although they have the same pronunciation, Po Meng still has the upper hand in terms of tone, and I will look up to her for the rest of my life.
Guixian said angrily: "Even if you pull your mother out, I won't be afraid!"
Yu Sheng saw that he was still arrogant, pointing at the three-legged turtle, "I'll let the ghost fairy ride on its ancestor, ghost turtle fairy, let's see how you respond."
When the three-legged turtle mentioned its ancestor at the inn, he still remembered the timid appearance of the turtle fairy.
"Okay!" Aunt Qing, who had been stroking her forehead for a long time, finally couldn't help it. She said to Guixian: "Xiao Yu'er doesn't know his mother's identity yet."
Turtle Immortal was startled for a moment, then became happy, "This kid doesn't know his identity, yet he dares to talk to me like this? He is worthy of being the descendant of King Donghuang."
He gave a thumbs up to Yu Sheng, "You have the spirit of being a mother."
"Ha, you must be scared." Seeing the Turtle Immortal giving a thumbs up, Yu Sheng said proudly, thinking that the combination of Po Meng and the three-legged turtle had scared him.
Ignoring Yu Sheng, Turtle Immortal turned around and asked Aunt Qing, "Who is his father? I am completely devoted to him now."
"I always thought that no one in the wilderness would dare to marry the King of Huang, especially the King of Donghuang. Let me pay my respects to this warrior." Turtle Immortal said.
"Speak more politely." Aunt Qing pointed at the word "sword" on the couplet, "Don't forget who stopped you just now."
Turtle Immortal was excited, hurriedly put his hands together and bowed to the couplet, and continued to ask: "Quickly tell me, who is this sacred place?"
"Do you really want to know?" Aunt Qing looked at him strangely.
"really."
"It's better not to say it, I'm afraid you will be frightened." Aunt Qing said.
"It's not okay to look down on people. Even the King of Nanhuang can't scare me." After Turtle Immortal said that, he rolled his eyes and said, "It's not really the King of Nanhuang, right?"
Turtle Immortal has never seen the King of Nanhuang, and he still can't tell whether the King of Nanhuang is a boy or a girl, because this king is a man of both sexes.
But it's not surprising, who makes people rich? If you have money, you can do whatever you want, let alone give birth to children. The desolate kings have many means.
"No." Aunt Qing shook her head.
"Is that the King of the Northern Wilderness?" the three-legged turtle said. In this case, this kid has a promising future. It is already considering changing its owner.
"Speak quickly." Seeing Aunt Qing shaking her head again, Guixianren urged anxiously. He was very curious about Yu Sheng's father.
Before Yu Sheng's identity was revealed, among the four kings of the Great Wilderness, the King of the Northern Wilderness had a child, and the Turtle Immortal felt that he was more reliable than the King of the Eastern Wilderness.
Because King Donghuang was so tough, even though it was only in the legend, Turtle Immortal didn't think anyone could conquer her.
"You really want to say it?" Aunt Qing waved her hand and asked Aunt Wang to lead everyone back. "Then stand still. Don't be intimidated or scared away."
"Don't worry, if you are scared away, I am its grandson." Turtle Immortal pointed at the three-legged turtle.
The three-legged turtle rolled its eyes, but did not interrupt. It was also very curious.
After listening carefully, Aunt Qing gently opened her red lips when there was no living thing nearby, "Zhongyuan, the great disciple of Baiyun City, the son of the saint who coined Chinese characters."
Seeing Turtle Immortal's eyes widening, Aunt Qing quickly finished her last sentence, "The God Killer who was thrown into reincarnation."
After saying the last sentence, Turtle Immortal turned around and left. Just be a grandson, it is better than never being able to recover.
The three-legged turtle also stopped to change his mind and chased after the Turtle Immortal, "Grandson, wait for me."
"Come back!" Aunt Qing shouted, "Look at how brave you are, don't say you are my friend Li when you go out."
"Zhao'er, sister, eldest sister." Guixianren returned with a sad face, "It's not good for you to treat someone as his aunt. If you treat him as his aunt, you are not seeking death!"
There are many descendants of the saint who created the characters. During the thousands of years of the holy war, some of them died in battle or disappeared among the people. They moved to various places with the people to avoid misfortune.
None of these people left any traces in the writings of Taishi City, except for one person, who was written in a special book by the city lord of Taishi City who wrote the history, almost on par with the saints.
This is Yu Sheng's father, the god-killer who was thrown into reincarnation.
Without him, in the entire history of the human race, this guy is the first person to kill gods. Not only is he the first to kill, he is also the one who has killed the most gods so far.
Let’s not talk about gods, let’s talk about ancient gods. The fall of an ancient god is enough to shake the world. Just look at the commotion caused by the fall of Yuqi.
Since the writing of the knotted rope, at least a quarter of the few ancient gods who have died abnormally have died on the bodies of this father and son, and more than half of them have died on this guy.
God, how much the descendants of the ancient gods hate him, just look at his bones scattered everywhere in Luo City after he was whipped to death.
Someone specifically counted it, and found that it was almost more than three hundred yuan. I don’t know how I got the extra money.
Thousands of years ago, Guixian passed by the ruins of Luo City on his way. When he saw the survivors digging for food in the fields, they picked up a bone and had to pay homage to it.
Now tell Guixian that the boy in front of him is his son, how can Guixian not run away?
What if the ancient gods come and kill us? What if another holy war breaks out?
After thousands of years, these ancient gods and gods spared the people of the Central Plains and allowed these ants to survive, and even spared many saints who were lost to everyone.
But they will never let go of the grandson of the saint who created the word and the descendant of the god-killer. Otherwise, the saint's son would not be hiding until now.
"Are you a friend?" Aunt Qing raised her eyebrows, "I thought you were a friend, so I told you this secret."
"I would rather we weren't friends." Turtle Immortal said, this secret was far more frightening than King Donghuang.