Ziqi gritted his teeth, revealing an unbelievable and hurt look: "You're driving me away?"
Jiang Lin nodded and said simply and roughly: "You heard it right, why don't you leave?"
There was undisguised disdain and urging in his tone, and it was obvious that he was not pretending.
He really doesn't care about himself and despises himself.
How is that possible
Isn't Jiang always obedient to me and allows me to have whatever I want
Ziqi was very confused. He felt that he could no longer understand this person at all.
Could it be that all the love and indulgence he showed towards me before were fake
Ziqi's heart trembled.
He thought it was very likely.
No matter how naive you are, the person in front of you is the son of Emperor Yan Shennong.
I also approached him with other purposes, so it would be understandable if he was just pretending to be nice to me.
So, he had been lying to me before
Ziqi's face turned cold, and he looked at Jiang steadily: "Have you been pretending all this time? Watching me humble myself to please you, watching me carefully make you happy. Are you very proud?"
Jiang Lin: “…”
He felt a little disappointed.
It is the original form of ginger.
This Ziqi is a bastard without any conscience at all.
He himself was not sincere and approached Jiang Lin with a purpose, so he thought that everyone else was the same as him, a heartless person with malicious intent.
Jiang Cai really threw all his youthful sincerity into the dog's mouth.
Jiang Lin suddenly changed his mind.
He had originally devoted all his energy to his bloodline of the God of Agriculture, and was thinking about farming happily. He had not thought about how to deal with Zi Qi at all.
Now he was willing to devote a little time to getting rid of this bastard.
He suddenly frowned, stared at Ziqi, and sneered: "You, a spy of the Tu Su family, are you qualified to accuse me?"
He attacked suddenly without any warning. When he heard the three words "Tu Su", a look of panic flashed across Zi Qi's face that he could not hide.
Even though he quickly covered it up, he naturally frowned and said, "I don't know what you are talking about, what Tu Su?"
But Jiang Lin has already got the result he wanted.
He smiled coldly at Ziqi, reached out and pulled off a green leaf pendant hanging around his neck.
That was a talisman that Shennong left for his son. As long as he tore it off, he could instantly sense anyone within the territory of Shennong tribe.
As Zi Qi looked panicked, Tai's divine power enveloped him.
Jiang Lin, bathed in the golden divine light, shone brightly, and smiled at him: "If you have any doubts or grievances, you should talk to my father."
The tall figure of the Sun God appeared. Zi Qi gritted his teeth, raised his hand and threw something, and the space in front of him was suddenly torn apart.
He gave Jiang Lin a final resentful look and jumped in without looking back.
A giant hand suddenly appeared in the void and grabbed towards that space.
The figure of Emperor Yan then appeared beside Jiang Lin.
He didn't catch Ziqi who jumped into the void, and frowned to sense it: "The power of the Frost God?"
He turned around, looked at his youngest son standing there, and asked with concern: "Jiang, what happened?"
Jiang Lin was rarely nervous. After all, the person in front of him was a character he had seen in mythological stories since he was a child.
He is not Prince Jiang at all. Wouldn't Emperor Yan be able to tell at a glance that he is a fake
Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary. When Emperor Yan saw that he didn't speak, he thought that his youngest son was frightened.
He frowned, walked up to Jiang Lin, and stretched out his hand—
Jiang Lin's eyes widened. He, he was picked up by Shennong!
Although Jiang Lin's body is frail, he is not short and is about 1.8 meters tall.
However, Emperor Yan Shennong was tall, estimated to be more than two meters tall, with muscles full of strength.
In this comparison, he is indeed a delicate and weak little prince.
Shennong rocked his son around like a child, then patted his shoulder with his hand and said in a deep voice, "Jiang, are you okay?"
Feeling the huge force on his shoulder, Jiang Lin coughed silently in his heart: Is this the creature from the ancient times
He struggled for a bit, and his original body didn't seem to like this either. Yan Di let him go without any surprise, and said with a smile: "Jiang is still so shy."
Jiang Lin stood still and said seriously: "Father, that man just now was a spy from the Tusu tribe."
When it comes to serious matters, Emperor Yan also restrained his smile.
He nodded to show that he already knew: "I just sensed the power of the Frost God at the place where he left."
He frowned: "Why did he come to you?"
Jiang Lin said: "He has been approaching me on purpose for some time."
He told Emperor Yan about the things that happened between Ziqi and Jiang during this period, as well as some of the questions that Ziqi had inquired about, both openly and secretly. He only left out the details about Jiang's feelings for Ziqi.
Finally, he said, "Father, the Tusu tribe already knows that I inherited the bloodline of the God of Agriculture."
If before this, Emperor Yan was still listening to Jiang Lin calmly, when he heard the last sentence, his face suddenly darkened and the air pressure around him dropped.
Jiang Lin stood in front of the angry sun god and felt only heat.
It feels like a little sun is baking beside me.
Similarly, all the people of the Shennong tribe felt this unusual heat.
They walked out of their homes one after another, looking up at the sunlight that was much brighter than usual, wondering, "Who could have angered His Majesty the Emperor Yan?"
How could Emperor Yan not be angry
Jiang is the child he has been waiting for for tens of thousands of years.
He was extremely weak when he was born, and Emperor Yan thought Jiang was an ordinary person who had not inherited any divine power. He felt guilty and took better care of him than his other children.
When Jiang was three years old, the power of the god of agriculture in his blood awakened. He was ecstatic but also very worried.
He was ecstatic that the bloodline of the God of Agriculture finally had a successor, but he was worried that his youngest son looked weak and had little fighting ability.
Anyone with a brain knows how important the bloodline of the God of Agriculture is to the Shennong tribe, and he is worried that people with ulterior motives will harm Jiang.
After discussing with Jiang's mother Yuannu, they decided to keep secret the fact that Jiang inherited the blood of the god of agriculture, at least until he grew up and had the ability to protect himself.
Apart from Jiang's brothers and sisters and a few confidants of Shennong, no one else should know about this.
As a ruler, Shennong thought far ahead: this incident shows that Tu Su's hand has been in the Shennong tribe for a long time. And deliberately approaching Jiang...
A hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes: Jiang was of great significance to the Shennong tribe, and it was impossible for him not to think of conspiracy.
"Father?"
Yan Di came back to his senses and saw his youngest son looking at him worriedly.
He smiled, stretched out his big palm and rubbed his youngest son's head randomly, ruffling his smooth black hair, and then laughed: "Don't worry, everything will be with your father."
Jiang Lin remembered something and quickly reminded him, "Father, when I was with Ziqi, I seemed to have heard him mention the East Sea Region."
"Eastern Sea?" Emperor Yan frowned. "The Eastern Sea is far away and does not get involved in the disputes on the mainland. Could it be that the Tu Su family has dealings with them?"
Jiang Lin played the role of a well-behaved little prince and shook his head obediently: "I don't know."
Emperor Yan pondered and said, "I will have someone investigate this matter thoroughly. You should stay out of the house for the next few days and spend more time with your mother."
Jiang Lin nodded obediently, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at Emperor Yan with burning eyes: "Father, can you teach me how to practice and use the power of the God of Agriculture?"
Emperor Yan was stunned. He looked at his youngest son and asked, "Don't you dislike..."
Jiang Lin readily pushed the blame onto Ziqi.
He said frankly: "I was ignorant before, and always thought that I was not of the Sun God bloodline and was not powerful enough. Now I understand that everything in the world has its reason. The bloodline of the God of Agriculture may be weak in combat, but it is also very powerful in other aspects."
After hearing what he said, Emperor Yan suddenly asked, "Did Ziqi say anything to you?"
Otherwise, why would the youngest son suddenly change so much
Jiang Lin thought that it was a good thing that he had Zi Qi as an excuse, so he could just put all the blame on the other party.
He said angrily, "He wants to harm me, saying that if I die, the Shennong tribe's agricultural god bloodline will have no successor. In the future, they, the Tusu tribe, will not have to take action, and our Shennong tribe will fall into civil strife due to lack of food."
This is what will happen to the Shennong tribe after Jiang's death.
He looked at Emperor Yan eagerly: "I know I was wrong. I'm so important. Father, I will never be so willful again. I will study hard to master the power of Shennong, help you, and help our Shennong tribe grow more land! Discover more edible crops!"
The pretty and delicate little prince's eyes are sparkling, as if there are little stars hidden in them.
Emperor Yan was so moved by these words that he couldn't help hugging Jiang Lin again and patting him hard several times: "Good! You are worthy of being your father's good son!"
Feeling the heavy fatherly love on his back, Jiang Lin: "..."
He followed Emperor Yan back to the core base of the Shennong tribe.
The residence of Emperor Yan was a towering palace built of huge stones, which was both simple and heavy.
Before I even entered, four young men and women came out to greet me.
"Father is back."
"Is Jiang okay?"
"I heard that the Tusu tribe wanted to assassinate me? Humph, I always say that they never have good intentions!"
"… "
These four are Yan Emperor’s other four children, Jiang’s brothers and sisters.
The eldest sister, Xian, the second brother, Yun, the third brother, Ji, and the youngest sister, Huan.
Jiang Lin only took one look and knew why Jiang had been dissatisfied and inferior since childhood.
His brothers and sisters all inherited the blood of the sun god, and they were full of vigor and tall. Jiang, who was 1.8 meters tall, was surrounded by everyone and was much shorter than the average.
No wonder the kid is mentally unbalanced.
But it was obvious that this group of people did not realize this at all. They all liked this handsome little brother very much. Jiang Lin was carried around for at least a quarter of an hour before he was able to break free from the warm embrace of his brothers and sisters.
"I say." Jiang Lin was a little overwhelmed. He straightened his messy hair and said solemnly, "Next time, don't hug me casually, and don't rub my hair!"
After all, he is a man who has been a demon king several times. Doesn’t he have any face
Huaiyin and Qingluo have laughed several times in the space!
The delicate little prince had a stern face and emphasized seriously that he was not allowed to be hugged or kneaded.
Huan burst out laughing: "Oh Jiang is so cute."
The second brother agreed: "Yes, yes, my younger brother said not to hug him, but this makes me want to hug him even more."
The eldest sister was of a steady character. She just looked at her younger siblings with a smile, thinking quietly: I want to give birth to a little prince with the blood of the god of agriculture in the future!