the residence of the dragon realm patriarch is a courtyard of eight entrances, and at the door are two magnificent stone statues of the green dragon on the left and the right, and the vermilion gate is inlaid with dark gold and copper rings, which is much more magnificent than the elegant small bamboo building of the doctor saint.
yan yi had just come out of the previous soul consciousness realm, and he was attracted here by the gathering soul box. xuan long didn't talk much to him about the family, only mentioning that his mother didn't like him very much.
if you can ruthlessly cut off one of your own son's dragon horns and then expel them from the dragon realm, it is not only disliked, i am afraid that it will be so because of the blood sea and deep hatred.
he had never asked xuan long the reason before, but now he had to find out why xuan long's mother and father treated him so cruelly, and whether the little dragon er had really made some unforgivable mistake when he was young.
without staying outside, yan yi raised his hand to cast a spell on himself, and it didn't take a moment to enter the realm of soul consciousness.
walking through the closed doors, you can see a harmonious scene of small bridges and flowers and birds in the courtyard, and you will pass through several stone arches to reach the backyard.
in the lobby, the family gathered around the table and were eating.
the beautiful woman on the main seat should be xuan long's mother-in-law, she is dressed in red, two dragon horns of moderate thickness extend from her hair, her expression is gentle and smiling, from time to time she carries chopsticks to give the children food, chanting some small household words, telling them not to be greedy, to cultivate well.
there were two men and four women sitting around her, the oldest looking close to the terran 18-year-old, and the youngest looking like the terran seven or eight years old.
yan yi had seen him in xuan long's nightmare when he was a child, he should be the youngest child in the family, and when he was expelled, he was about the same as the appearance of the terrans when he was four or five years old, very thin.
of the six children at this table, there was no xuanlong.
the family was eating together lively, there was no one, it should be easy to find, but no one at the dinner table mentioned xuan long, as if his presence in this home was equivalent to air.
just when yan iris was stunned, behind him came the sound of light, almost cautious footsteps, and a childish child's voice.
"...... mother.
yan yi reflexively turned to look, and saw the little xuan long standing outside the threshold, the ice green eyes quietly looking at the woman in the middle of the main seat, even if there was no expression on his face, yan yi could still see the desire in his heart, longing for his mother to allow him to eat with his family, or hug him, smile at him or smile.
however, it did not.
the woman's original loving look became cold the moment her eyes touched the appearance of the little dragon, and she threw the chopsticks in her hand at him furiously.
"come on, don't call me mother-in-law, i don't have a son like you!"
the chopsticks struck the little dragon's cheek with spiritual power, and the little dragon hid sideways, but failed to dodge, and the tip of the chopsticks left a deep blood blade on the cheek.
he seemed to be used to being treated like this, and when he was injured, he didn't even raise his hand to wipe the blood from the wound, but stood there with his head on his side, as if frozen by time.
"ugly, roll."
"don't interfere with our eating."
"lone star."
"when you see it, you lose your appetite."
the words of rejection from the brothers and sisters scrambled to spit out of their mouths.
xiao long didn't seem to hear, he stared at the ground and said, "mother, i'm hungry." "
the woman sneered, "if you're hungry, go find something to eat yourself." "
"giving birth to you and allowing you to live is already a great gift, and it is better to starve to death with a sin like you."
those closest to him wanted him to die.
xiao long obviously didn't quite understand what he had done wrong, and no matter how strong he was, he was just a child. he stood there, knees not yet high above the threshold, bowing his head and whispering.
"mother-in-law... i was wrong. "
the woman's face was sinister: "what are you wrong?" "
"you're wrong if you shouldn't have been born."
"roll!"
he was so disgusted with him that the bowls in front of him fell out, 'snapping' to the ground and shattering. if he does not leave again, the woman will probably flip the table.
yan yi clenched his fists, almost rushed over to grab the woman's collar and asked her, why did he treat xuan long like this, he was still so young, what mistake could he make, was the rest of the children a gift, he was born to be lowly.
however, no one present could see his presence.
xiao long knew that his family would not accept him, and slowly turned around and left the same place. the bird followed him quietly, watching him walk through the promenade, through the round arch, to a huge lake not far from home.
it was a harsh winter, the lake was thick with ice, and the dragon was not very skilled in casting spells to try to cut the ice surface, but the return failed.
no one taught him the cultivation method, and with his self-taught weak mana, he couldn't cut the ice, so he couldn't catch the fish underneath to fill his hunger.
most of the animals on the mountain hibernated, and he couldn't even find a shadow, and he was hungry for several days before he went to ask for his mother.
after a short time of exhaustion, he sat down on the shore exhausted, bent his legs to support his chin, looking at the sun in the distance that met the horizon, and the golden glow refracted on the ice, which was very beautiful...
it was lunchtime, and the dragon children who had been playing outside had been called back to dinner by their parents.
every little dragon has a home of their own, parents who love them, and if they are wronged outside, their parents will desperately defend their cubs.
why is he the only one who has no home...
my mother had said that it was not his home, and the reason why she was willing to give him a utility room to sleep was because he was born here. but being born here does not mean that this is his home, nor does it mean that his brothers and sisters are his relatives.
so where are his relatives... where is his home...
xiao long couldn't understand.
he didn't cry much from a very young age, crying in pain after falling, children who had family members rushing to pick up and comfort them would have the ability to vent their grief, and children who fell to the head and did not have anyone to look at them more would gradually lose the ability to cry.
because no matter how loud you cry, no one will care, and you will waste a small amount of physical strength.
he sat quietly on the shore like that, the blood on his face had dried up, the wound was two inches long, the flesh was viciously turned outward, and he didn't know how to deal with himself.
where would such a young child bandage his wounds, probably endure the pain all the time, endure it, and then heal.
yan yi knew that xuan long had a hard time when he was a child, but he didn't expect him to be so bitter.
pardonable...... no wonder he was so deceitful, a few sweet words, a few intimate intercourse, tricked him into handing over neidan and paying for his life.
because no one ever treated him well.
thinking about his former self, even worse than xuan long's family, his apo, who had never had a good life in his life, thought that he had finally found a reliance, but in fact he stepped into hell...
yan yi was so distressed that he couldn't help himself, adjusted his look, and was trying to appear in front of xiao xuanlong, when he overheard a few sharp dragon roars in the distance, and five or six small dragons of different colors rushed down from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, they fell to the ground and transformed into human forms.
a group of dragons walked towards xuan long, who was sitting on the ground, and looked at the white dragon teenager who was about ten years old of the mo people with his hands on his lips, and shouted at xuan long in surprise:
"oh, the little bastard has run out again to shame people!"
the young qinglong boy next to him laughed as he walked, "harm, it must be that his mother and father have driven him out again, he is not the boss crouching outside the palace door in the middle of the night to sleep." "
"it's really pitiful, no father, even if it's not, the mother is not in pain, hahaha."
silver dragon boy: "damn, who told him to kill his father." "
bai longyan looked at him in surprise, "who did you listen to?" "
silver dragon suppressed his voice: "listen to my mother, my mother said that a hundred years ago, when the patriarch gave birth to this ugly monster, it was difficult to give birth, and the patriarch's xianggong went to the dream mountain to find tianguo to save her, and as a result, he was bitten alive by the divine beast guarding tianguo, and even a whole corpse was not left, but it was not this ugly monster who killed his father." "
"if there were no such ugly monsters, his father would probably still be well with the patriarch's family now, he would be a disaster star."
this matter has always been a taboo in the dragon clan, and it is an eternal pain in the heart of the patriarch, and no dragon can mention it. the silver dragon boy overheard his parents' speech and learned, and did not dare to be too public, so that his playmates must keep it a secret, so he continued to bully the little xuan long, walked over and raised his feet and kicked him on the back.
"hear you, ugly bastard, you're a disaster star."
the young back ridge suddenly left a gray footprint, particularly conspicuous on the black sackcloth shirt, they were more than a round larger than xuan long, xuan long could not fight them, silently stood up and was going to leave, but these dragons just saw that he was not protected, and pushed him back to the ground.
"let you go!"
the small body rolled around on the ground, its back staring into the sharp stone, its clothes torn through a hole, and it was so painful that it was impossible to speak. the more silent he became, the more the others bullied him, tease the monkeys and raise their legs to crush him, and xuanlong curled up and protected his head.
"ugly eight monsters, ugly eight monsters, slightly skimmed~"
"cut the ice lake open and throw him in."
a black dragon teenager suddenly appeared in the sight of the dragons.
the dragons were stunned.
"this... not good. "
dragons like to play in the water, but if the water temperature is too low, it will be very uncomfortable, and in previous years, there were also small dragons who were frozen alive when playing in the lake. the surface of the lake suddenly froze, the little dragon could not open the ice, and after a long time, it froze to death, and the parents cried a miserable cry.
"he is alive, and sooner or later he will kill the whole clan." the black dragon boy stared expressionlessly at the little dragon on the ground, like looking at a dead thing.
"how can this be said to be your own brother..." the silver dragon who was still schadenfreude was afraid.
the black dragon youth swept a knife eye, and the silver dragon silenced it.
no matter how bold they were, they blatantly killed the dragon but did not dare, and in the end they did not do anything and left the little dragon on the ground and left.
xiao long struggled to get up from the ground, and yan iris wanted to hug him... suddenly, torrential rain fell in the sky, the sky darkened visibly, and the originally frozen lake became a lush forest.
yan yi understood that this was xuan long's nightmare that transformed the scene.
he was walking in the pouring rain when he heard the sound of whips whipping in the distance...
the woman in red was soaking wet, her hair clinging to her face, and she carried a long whip in her hand and pumped viciously on the little dragon that had fallen softly in the mud.
"you're a lone star..."
"it's not enough that you kill me!" now i'm going to come to my son!! i beat you to death, i beat you to death!! "
the little dragon was sucked to the skin, and the blood and muddy water mixed together to form a dark stream, and he tried his best to climb over and grab the hem of the woman's clothes.
"mother-in-law... i was wrong. "
"i was wrong..."
what's wrong with him?
if his birth was a mistake, if he was born to bear these pains, then he would rather never live.