When referring to the young patriarch, Ye Rong's eyes clearly had something to say.
"What happened to helping Gu Tian run for the position of Young Patriarch?" Ye Zichen frowned in confusion.
Ye Rong's expression froze when she heard the sound, she shook her head with a light smile, and said.
"It's nothing, it's a good thing to help him run for the position of the young patriarch. However, my mother wants to ask you, if you were to be the young patriarch, what would you choose?"
"I'll be the young patriarch?"
Ye Zichen raised his brows slightly, trying to sit up against the pillow. But he found that his body couldn't exert any strength at all, and he could only lie on the bed softly...
"Your previous actions were too taxing on your body, and now you need to rest."
Ye Rong gently touched his head, Ye Zichen didn't believe in evil, and tried to get him up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.
"Could it be because I became that winged guy?"
His brows were tight, and his heart was full of strangeness at this time. Why does a pair of wings grow behind him, he is not Lei Zhenzi...
"In the future, you should try not to be blinded by hatred, and you should look away at everything."
"Are you afraid that I'm becoming like that?" Ye Zichen said weakly, "You should know something, why did I become like that? In that state, I have no way to control my emotions and body. , without even the most basic consciousness."
"Mom can't tell you in detail, it's all my mother's fault, if it wasn't for me..."
A wry smile appeared in Ye Rong's eyes.
Twenty years ago.
"Wow… "
A cry burst out, it was in a ruined temple. A woman was sitting paralyzed in the dilapidated temple. Apart from her, there was only a little baby who had just descended into the world.
"Baby… "
The woman struggled to sit up from the straw mat regardless of her strength. When she saw the child in front of her...
The child's body has been bathed in pure holy light, and at this time it is like a holy child. After a while, a group of animals ran into the temple. The group of animals stopped when they were about one meter away from the child, lying on the ground obediently, with enjoyment in their eyes.
"Inherited is my bloodline."
The woman gently smiled and stroked the baby's head, but it didn't take long for the baby's cry to gradually become smaller, and even the breathing became weak.
"Baby!"
Horror climbed on the woman's face, and she kept shaking the baby in her arms. I wanted to make him cry by all means, but the baby just stopped crying, and the whole face gradually turned purple.
The animals in the room also gathered around, with concern for the baby in their eyes.
"It's a pity!" An old man suddenly appeared in the temple. He shook his head lightly, looking at the child in the woman's arms, full of sighs.
"It should be the Holy Son, but his blood is too mottled." The old man shook his head and sighed, "Girl, your man... is a demon!"
The woman's expression paused, and then she revealed a hint of panic.
"Master, what should I do, I don't want my child to die like this..."
"The combination of saints and demons is inherently wrong. The birth of this child is a strange thing in the world. The advice given by this old man is to give up this child..." The old man shook his head and kept murmuring in his mouth...
pity!
pity!
"No... I won't give up my child." The woman shook her head vigorously, holding the baby in her arms tightly, watching his face turn redder and brighter.
"Actually, you want to save him, you can! However, it is very likely that you have done so, because his existence will endanger the balance of the Three Realms and even the Six Realms. If he really does that, he will bear endless sins, Are you… sure you want this child to bear it?"
There was no fluctuation in the old man's old pupils. The woman glanced at the old man, and then lowered her head to look at the child in her arms...
"I only want my child to live. As for the sins in the future, I, the mother, will bear it for him."
"It's not as simple as you said!" The old man sighed, "Well, it's fate to meet each other, since you want to save him, I also don't want to see a holy son die in a flash. Then I will give you a good fortune!"
After a few minutes, the old man shook his head and left.
The woman in the broken temple hesitated for a long time, and then her eyes flashed with a hint of madness.
Reaching out into her arms, she took out a small glass bottle from her arms.
When the cork was opened, the animals in the ruined temple escaped from the ruined temple as quickly as they were frightened.
There was a drop of purple blood in the glass bottle, and this blood was mixed with the coercion that made people tremble.
"Baby, hate mommy!"
The blood in the bottle dripped into the baby's mouth, and in an instant, the baby's body turned bronze, and at the same time, blood-red hair grew, and there were a pair of small wings on his back.
A streak of blood red mixed with holy light rose into the sky, and the next moment the baby was crying loudly.
"Alas, poor woman, poor child... Son of the Holy Demon, this is a great sin!"
The old man who had just walked out of the temple turned his head and shook his head lightly as he looked at the bloody light soaring into the sky.
"Good people do it to the end, the future is up to you."
A huge handprint rose into the sky, and the bloody light was immediately covered up and suppressed by the handprint until it all dissipated.
The woman inside the broken temple bit her lip tightly, put the child on the straw mat, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the back of the old man outside the broken temple.
Immediately, he picked up the child and quickly disappeared into the ruined temple.
"mother… "
Ye Rong, who was lying on the bed, frowned and shouted, Ye Rong, who was beside the bed, came back to her senses, smiled kindly and tenderly, looked at him and said.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm fine, what's the matter with you... If you're half-speaking, you suddenly don't speak, and you can't hear you when you call." Ye Zichen said helplessly, "Did you think of something, can you tell me? I don't know anything about this..."
"What's the use of you knowing so much?" Ye Rong raised her hand and rubbed his hair, "You can just stay in the hospital to cultivate, that's enough!"
"You definitely have something to hide from me. We mother and son have something to hide, really..."
Ye Zichen pouted a little unhappily. He used to feel a little sorry for keeping things from Ye Ma.
Now it seems that Ye Ma is hiding a lot from him!
Take the Gu family, for example. He didn't know until now that her real name was actually Gu Rong, the eldest young lady of the imperial family's hidden family.
"You kid, how dare you say that it's not your mother's?"
Ye Rong raised her hand and tapped him on the head, Ye Zichen immediately assumed the appearance of a good baby, and immediately laughed.
"Then I won't ask, but you always have to tell me why you asked me if I wanted to be the young patriarch of the Gu family!"