"Why did the Death Organization find you?" Zhu Yuanlong broke the silence. The boy looked at the flames flashing in the fire, and after a while, he began to say.

"Six thousand years ago, my parents were all heavenly monsters, my father was Panlong, and my mother's Wannian Yao Hu. At that time, I didn't know what was being targeted by the Death God organization. My father was at the critical moment of the "Immortal Transformation", and six Death Gods broke into my house. At that time, my mother was already pregnant with me, and the six Death Gods also tried to conquer my parents and become their monsters. But my father was a proud dragon clan and was about to enter the fairy world, so he allowed those mortals to invade, so he started fighting with the six Death Gods.

My father had defeated them, but at the critical moment, two death gods grabbed my mother and threatened my father. The four death gods joined forces to make the death seal. My father never broke through the death seal. At that last moment, my father broke the divine source himself, killed the four death members, and seriously injured the two death gods who threatened my mother. But for the monsters, since the divine source was broken, it was not far from the death period." The boy seemed to be recalling the past, and his expression was extremely sad.

Zhu Yuanlong suddenly remembered that when the boy was fighting fiercely with the four gods of death today, he emitted a white light at the last moment and broke through the God of Death Seal, seriously injured the four gods of death. That should be the self-breaking source of the god.

"At that time, my mother gave birth to me at the moment of escaping the attack on the god of death, but after giving birth to my mother, she had no ability to fight against the members of the god of death. During the escape, she was unwilling to be captured by the god of death, and finally fought to the death..." After saying that, the boy's face was covered with even more sadness, as if all this happened yesterday.

"Cough cough..." The boy coughed a few times before he slowly recovered. It seemed that he was seriously injured. Zhu Yuanlong took out a bottle of "Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill" from the ring space and handed it to the boy, "Try it, can you help you relieve your injuries?"

"No need, once the divine source is broken, unless there is a god to recreate the divine source, no magic medicine will be useful," the young man said lightly. Good things are so good that they are now as if they have let go.

"After my mother died, I wandered in this southern wilderness demon realm, constantly practicing and challenging advanced monsters. Every day I spent on the edge of life and death, loneliness and fear, but my inner hatred reminded me all the time, to live and seek revenge on the god of death. After three thousand years, I also entered the realm of the heavenly level, but for the next two thousand years, I could not enter the fairy world, and I had been wandering around the heavenly level and the immortal level. But the increasing hatred made me unable to suppress it anymore, and I decided to seek revenge on the god of death, although I knew I could find the god of death before becoming an immortal. But the increasing hatred made me unable to suppress it. I decided to seek revenge on the god of death, although I knew to find the god of death before becoming an immortal.

Revenge of the Death God Organization is a very irrational approach, but I did it. When attacking the Death God Organization, I killed two Death God members, but at the same time, I was also targeted by Death God. I kept evading and killing members of the Death God for a thousand years. A total of ten Death God members were killed, completely angering the Death God’s “Big Brother”. Until three hundred years ago, the Death God “Big Brother” sent four people to fight in the Southern Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death, and finally killed three and seriously injured one. I also destroyed two thousand years of practice and was seriously injured, and had been hidden in the Southern Death Death Death Death Death Death Death Death."

Zhu Yuanlong kept listening to the boy's thrilling life experience silently. All the ups and downs and sorrows were created by the Death Organization, or the hatred in his heart.

"Until a few days ago, the person who was seriously injured by me three hundred years ago suddenly appeared again and brought death from all sides. The result was the scene you saw in the morning..." After the boy finished speaking, he seemed to have relaxed a lot. The hatred had suppressed him for thousands of years, making him unable to breathe. Now after he said it, he felt that the burden of his life had been relieved. He took a deep breath, picked up the fruit wine in the bowl, and took a deep sip. The fragrance of the wine poured into every part of his body.

"After speaking it out, I felt much more relaxed. I have never been so relaxed in the past few thousand years." The boy showed a rare smile on his face. But Zhu Yuanlong felt a hint of sadness, remembering that Xuexie Wudao left with regret.

"Don't you see the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

Haven't you seen the bright mirror in the high hall sad with white hair, like blue hair in the morning, turning into snow in the evening.

You must be happy when you are in a happy life, and don’t let the golden cup face the moon empty.

I was born with my talents and I would be useful, and I would come back after all my money was lost.

It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle, and you must drink three hundred cups of it at a time.

Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, don’t stop the glass when you are about to drink.

I will sing a song with you, please listen to it for me.

Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive, I hope I will never wake up again after being drunk.

Since ancient times, all sages were lonely, and only those who drink were left with their names.

King Chen had a banquet for Pingle in the past, and he ate a lot of fun and cheerful wine.

What does the owner say is that he has little money? He has to buy it and drink it with you.

A rich horse, a rich fur, and a man will go out for a fine wine,

I will be filled with you forever sorrow.”

Zhu Yuanlong couldn't help but remembered Yixie Wudao's last drink. Although he was just a chance encounter, he was also reluctant to leave and couldn't help but chant the song "Song of Entering the Drink".

The boy listened quietly to Zhu Yuanlong's poems and recalled his life experiences, like a dream. In the end, there was still a void. The relatives died and the hatred that could not be let go of for a lifetime. Is it right or wrong, filial piety or unfilial? If I had to be happy in my life at the beginning, don't let the golden cup face the moon empty? What kind of view is there today? Is it still hard to live like that? Was my parents protecting each other for death to make me take revenge? The questions were settled at this moment and suddenly became clear.

"Don't stop the glass when you are about to enter the wine. Sing a song with you, please listen to me... A colorful horse, a thousand gold fur, and call me to exchange for fine wine, and I will share the eternal sorrow with you." I don't know when, nor what happened, but the young young man sang "Song of Entering the Wine" lightly, and tears fell between his eyes.

The sky outside the cave is still pitch black, and endless darkness devours everything in the world, just like in this forest of monsters, there is endless despair, and at the same time there is endless hope.

The rain was like continuous tears of sadness telling the sad story of one person. I don’t know how long it took, nor how much I drank, but the two of them did get more and more awake. The little siew on one side was already asleep. The boy looked at the little siew who was asleep peacefully, and he couldn’t say that he had never slept like this for thousands of years. He couldn’t help but reach out to touch the little siew. The little siew seemed to know that someone was touching it, twisting his body, and still sleeping happily.

The young man suddenly radiated his true energy, and a golden demon pill rose from his mouth and grabbed the demon pill in his hand. "This is the benefit of this little guy," the young man said with a wry smile, raised his fingers and pressed the little diaw's chest. The little diaw in his sleep couldn't help but open his mouth. The demon pill slowly entered the little diaw's air and entered his body. The little guy was still "tsk tsk" his mouth. It must have eaten something delicious in his dream.

The white light shining with the young man's hands guided the true energy on Xiao Diao's body and integrated the demon pill into Xiao Diao's body. After a moment, the boy's face became a little pale.

"Today, thank you very much for your wine. Meeting you is the happiest moment in my life," said the boy.

"Being able to drink with you reminds me of many things about my relatives. Thank you very much," Zhu Yuanlong said sincerely.

"Can you ask you something?" said the boy.

"you say"

"Let me have a good sleep here." The boy had a good sleep with anticipation. What a luxury for him. Although he was the overlord of the country for thousands of years, his last-minute luxury was so ordinary.

At this moment, he was like a child, looking forward to his mother's identification, and was completely at ease with all the pressure and hatred in the warm space.

"Sleep, I will stay here. You can sleep with peace of mind, like a little marten."

"Thank you" said the boy, lying gently beside the little marten, slowly closing his eyes.

There was only Zhu Yuanlong in the entire cave. He seemed to have a magnificent heart against the burning flames, but also as calm as a mirror. At this moment, the young man's aura gradually weakened until he disappeared.

"Don't stop the glass when you are about to enter the wine. Sing a song with you, please listen to me... A rich horse, a thousand gold fur, and call me to exchange for fine wine, and share the eternal sorrow with you." Zhu Yuanlong gently sang a person's poem, similar to being a lullaby for the sleeping person, or as if he was for himself.
Chapter completed!