"I am the king, and all the people in Longyuan are my sons!"

The old man's eyes were sharp for a moment, but in a flash, there was no glory again, but he still grabbed the old woman's wrist and said sternly:

"Asking me, kill him!"

"I, I should be you, I should be you!"

The old woman covered her face and cried, turned around and ran back into the house. Soon, the depressed crying came out.

"My son..."

The old man's hands were hanging down weakly, and he was so weak that he had no strength to get up.

Prison Yang stood quietly, listening.

Based on the identity, dialogue, and some information he knows in reality, he can naturally infer a lot of things.

After the battle of breaking mountains and breaking the temple, the Dragon Yuan King was also severely injured and affected his eldest son. Later, his son died, and he himself fell into a situation that was half asleep and half awake, like a vegetable.

"If you want a mother, kill your son with your own hands..."

Yu Yang shook his head in his heart.

Judging from Long Yuandao's current situation, the old woman obviously did not obey the old prince's instructions, but chose to imprison him. Unfortunately...

"Bully grandma, grandpa is bad! grandpa is bad!"

At this time, the little girl in red ran over, pouting, and looking unhappy.

"It's grandpa who is bad, don't be angry."

The old man touched his granddaughter's little face, full of kindness:

"Your grandma, you're a crying man. My little phoenix fairy must be strong, and you can't cry casually..."

"I won't cry!"

Little girl puts her hands on her hips.

"That's good, that's good."

The old man caressed his granddaughter's face lovingly.

"Grandpa, when will your illness be cured?"

The little girl looked worried. She was ignorant and knew that her grandfather was in a very bad condition at this time.

"As long as Xiao Fengxian practices hard, grandpa will get better."

Pulling the little girl's nose lightly, the old man's body trembled, and he stood up like a rebirth.

"Come on the knife!"

He shouted lightly and heard a roar. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword that was inserted into the ground ten feet away flew over the sky freely like a green dragon, and was held in his palm.

boom!

Yu Yang felt the strong wind rushing to his face.

His feelings were extremely strong. The moment the old man held the knife, there was no longer any aging and dusk aura, but exuded a terrifying aura like a big sun.

It's impossible to look directly at it.

"Old guy, I'll take care of my granddaughter in the future..."

The old man caresses the love knife and puts the little girl's hand on the hilt:

"Our swordsmanship is derived from the Taizu. The essence is only eight words. You must record it and never forget it..."

"What, grandpa?"

The little girl stroked the handle of the knife back and forth, unable to let go of her love.
Chapter completed!