The Immortal God of Death
Bond of a father

Seeing the man trying to create a defensive emblem of his spiritual energy. The other warriors, as well as Chyou Chen and Longfei, were shocked when they saw what the man was doing. The spiritual energy of Chyou Chen and Longfei floated up and lunged at the swordsman's artificial spiritual shield. However, the spiritual energy of the two men was so great that a huge explosion occurred in the center of the forest. The ground in the forest turned into a dust that flew through the air. The warriors as well as young master Chen were busy looking for the whereabouts of the man earlier.

The dust and wind were mixed into the wind in the forest. In the midst of dust blindness, there was a voice that was not so foreign. Yes, that voice is the voice of the god of death. He sat on the ground that was shaped like a basin downward due to the lunge of spiritual energy. Longfei sat down with the sekrang man in his lap.

Realizing that the figure of a person who was in Longfei's lap was the man earlier. Making these warriors as well as young master Chen rush over to him. Over there. The eyeballs that only noticed the wound that imprinted were quite severe on the man's body. The inner majors formed between the eyebrows of these warriors as well as young master Chen were fused tightly together.

The spiritual stray tore part of his arm. A dried blood scar enveloped his face and swordsman's clothes. One thing that made Chyou Chen in disbelief was the familiar face with the hair tie mixed with the strutting mane strands. He was someone he knew very well for the past few days.

Zhao Xin!!

Chyou Chen's face paled, there were no blood vessels flowing fresh blood. This situation was completely beyond his expectations. A few seconds later, he was silent. His feet began to move, he ran towards the two men.

There, Chyou Chen quickly lifted Xin Zhao's body (Bridel stayl). His face had been smeared with fresh blood flowing out of his head. This kind of sight he had seen before. And it feels really painful. The hand that became the tool to lift Xin Zhao's body now began to tremble slowly. His resentment and worry were now mixed into one. He took a short breath that was before his feet darted away from the place. Once he passed through the forest, the length was immediately found with a large forest fire. He did not believe that the fight between himself and the god of death could have such an impact. His heart was regretful, now he realized that the man Longfei was talking about back then was Xin Zhao.

Arriving at Chen's residence. He immediately carried Xin Zhao's injured body away to his room. There he also asked the healers in his palace to treat Xin Zhao. His mind is now completely out of sense. He also did not understand, why he was so worried like this. Xin Zhao was just a poor person living in the river of death. But why does he seem so worried about the man. It shouldn't be like this. Even until he died, Chyou Chen also did not matter if it was someone else. This is so weird.

Since when did the Chen residence temple become overcrowded like this? Even the emperor Huai Chen alone was able to walk a inch at a time. The servants and healers in his kingdom. They kept going in and out of his first son's room. The other one, named Chyou Chen. When he arrived at his son's room. He saw his son sitting by the bed. It was as if waiting for the man lying on his bed to wake up.

“Chyou..” the emperor walked up to his son who continued to be pensive.

“Dad?” Chyou Chen looked up at his head. Looking towards the father who was walking into his room. “Why did you come here?” ask with a confused expression.

“I saw so many healers come in and out of your room. It is not unusual for you to call a healer only for villagers like his” The emperor stood not far from his son. They face each other, but are distinguished by their position.

Chyou Chen was silent. His head is slightly down. Now his gaze was fixed on the long hanfu that covered the fingers on both of his legs. “Don't ask me. I myself do not know what I am doing at this time”

“...Dad. I'm doing fine. No need to worry about me” he lowered the emperor's hand from above his head which he then held.

The emperor took a deep breath of his which then knelt in front of his son. “Chyou. When do you want to be open with Dad? If there are things that make you worried, anxious, or anxious just like today. Say it! Dad will help. I know you're not a child right now who needs parental guidance. But, seeing you react like this makes me very worried”.

“Your anxiety on me is too excessive dad”

“There's no fault, right? You are the only son your mother gave birth to before she went to the next life” the emperor turned his eyes away. “As long as I'm still by your side, let me keep an eye on you, take care of you, and worry about you, Chyou”

Chyou Chen no, a soft snort sounded after a few seconds he was speechless. “Alright I understand, I'm sorry father” his head moved down, he slightly bowed his head. “There are many things I want to ask you”.

“Say. What you want to know, Chyou”

“Dad. Is Guan Li's ancestor still in Li's temple residence?”

“Hah?” the emperor responded to his son's question with a slightly puzzled look. The asterisks in the room were actually changing very quickly. Undoubtedly, the ferophome that came out of Chyou Chen's body had now taken control of the room. Until making his instrument of delivering something through the aura of feeling that comes out of his body. “luor Guan Li? Do you want to go see her?” ask her.

“Mn.” Chyou Chen nodded slowly “After going to the incense stick, I will go to see ancestor Guan Li. There are many things I want to ask her.”

“What does it have to do with rumors 2 years ago?”

“I don't think” Chyou Chen got up from his seat then walked past the body of the emperor who was inferior to him. “The thing that is gone, will not be able to be reborn. That's what Dad told me. Even if my prediction is wrong, and he's back in this world. I'll kill him with my own hands”

The emperor looked back. His eye bead can not be separated from the back of his son who disappeared after passing through the door of his room. The original aura of his body began to feel back. But his words just now, really made the emperor's forehead wrinkle. Look at his dark eyes. The familiar thing for his son has now been seen back.