Rebirth Of The Supreme Celestial Being (201-400)

250- Ah Hen's Background

“Feng Jingyu said that he’s going to take you along on a rainbow-colored cloud and slaughter your way back to the Royal Heavenly Capital?” Lin Xuanzhi looked at Yan Tianhen without batting an eyelid, “And even told you about the Qianyuan dynasty imperial members’ battle for the throne?”

Yan Tianhen nodded and frowned slightly, answering with some uncertainty, “I always feel that Maomao is trying to hint at something, but I don’t understand what he’s trying to say…it’s great if he slaughters his way back, but why does he also need to take me along? I don’t intend to go back to the Purple Emperor’s Heavenly Capital and join the fight for the throne either; just look at Ah Gu, he’s clearly so powerful but still died in the end.”

Because you’re probably the prince mentioned in his story, the one who was almost killed by that prophet, Lin Xuanzhi sighed in his heart as he answered in his thoughts.

Speaking of this, Yan Tianhen sighed again and touched his nose, “Maomao is also quite pitiful, he has a home but can’t return there. He was even chased and hunted here by others. He and Ah Gu really are a pair of brothers in hardship.”

Lin Xuanzhi’s heart suddenly felt cold, but he didn’t dare to alarm Yan Tianhen and let him notice anything, so he maintained an impassive expression and rubbed Yan Tianhen’s small face. “Ah Hen did the right thing. When you encounter this kind of thing that you don’t understand in the future, especially something related to Feng Jingyu, tell Dage about it. After Dage understands the matter, I will tell you about it.”

Yan Tianhen nodded. He held no reservations against Lin Xuanzhi with regards to secrets. Moreover, Lin Xuanzhi already knew about his biggest secret — that he was a demonic cultivator. No matter how bad other things were, they still can’t be as bad as that, right?

Lin Xuanzhi opened his eyes after Yan Tianhen was deep asleep, draped his outer garment over his shoulders as he got off the bed, and quietly came to Yan Tianhen’s room.

There was no light in the room, and Lin Xuanzhi felt a strong force pressing him down as soon as he entered the door.

He quickly took out a magic treasure and slashed out once, nimbly defusing the other party’s attack in the dark.

“Quite strong.” A childish voice rang out. Lin Xuanzhi calmly put the forged engraving pen away.

Feng Jingyu jumped onto Lin Xuanzhi’s shoulder and craned his head, trying to get a better look at that forged engraving pen. He exclaimed in surprise, “This forged engraving pen of yours, isn’t it from the Divine Parasol Tree in my West Imperial Palace?”

“Who knows.”

Feng Jingyu flapped his wings, wanting to take the forged engraving pen for a closer look and shouted, “It definitely is, I sensed the aura of the Divine Parasol Tree from it. You, you, let me have a look real quick!”

In the instant when Feng Jingyu was about to snatch the forged engraving pen in his mouth, Lin Xuanzhi’s fingers turned nimbly and stuffed the forged engraving pen into the storage bag at his waist.

Feng Jingyu, “…”

“Wahh, baddie!”

Lin Xuanzhi grabbed this phoenix, who was still flapping about beside him, without waiting for him to flip out, and squeezed his neck with two fingers. He narrowed his eyes as he asked, “What is your intention, saying those words to Ah Hen today?”

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