The Villains I Raised All Died

Shaohua will either not come back, as long as he comes back, he will definitely be known to Tangling for the first time. But he could not hide in heaven for a lifetime, and it took too much effort to start another dojo.

So it is better to die late than early, Shaohua finally decided to seek a death.

Then he returned to Shaohua Mountain.

Become a new and a half disabled.

And Di Ying took Di Yan to practice on the seabed, year after year.

In their dreams, Diying became an old monk and Diyan became a young monk.

Diying raised Diyan, who always followed him.

Di Ying is not a reliable master, but he will never give up his disciples when he is in trouble.

All the pain in the dream is true, and they are not fairy, just mortals.

But in the dream, Diying will also give the delicious food to Diyan, and will hand thick clothes to Diyan in winter.

Di Yan rejected him at the beginning, after all, this is to destroy his family.

Later, for a long time, he wasn’t the one who didn’t know what to do. One winter, when he saw Diying lying near him with his breath, he finally decided to cover all his quilt on him.

When Diying woke up, she saw Diyan lying beside her.

He smiled gently: “Xiaoyan.”

Di Yan looked up and looked at him with a complicated look. Di Ying couldn’t help but say: “What do you look at me for?”

Di Yan said with difficulty: “I decided, maybe, I can accept you.”

“Accept me?” Diying had a bad hunch.

Di Yan made a difficult voice: “Father.”

Diying: “…”

“Do you know,” Diying gritted her teeth: “I have lived for so many years, I haven’t even talked about love, and I can’t afford your big son.”

Emperor Yan: “???

Years later, Di Yan grew up and finally knew how funny and childish he was doing with Di Xi.

At this time, in the dream, Diying was already a very old monk. He became a good monk in his dream, and Di Yan is his disciple, who will take his place and become the next host.

Di Ying’s face was old, and his skin seemed to be dead wood.

“Master has walked this way with you. Do you know the rest of the way?”

“I know.” Emperor Yan smiled slightly: “I will finish walking.”

As he said, Emperor Yan walked out of the dream within three years.

When he opened his eyes, he was only sixteen. Diying was beside him, raising an eyebrow: “Waking up really fast.”

Di Yan smiled, he closed his eyes, raised his hand, and summoned a Kunpeng.

“I have to go home.”

“Row.”

Diying nodded: “I’m waiting for you here, the second dream.”

Di Yan answered, got up and stepped on Kunpeng, driving away the waves.

When he appeared in front of the mountain gate, Ye Chen was playing against Dongling. Ye Chen was always impatient with such things, but Dongling was extremely fond of it.

They agreed with each other. During these long years, they had to take turns and gradually learn to like what the other person liked.

Feelings need to be managed, and no matter how deep they are, it is no exception.

And Di Xi practiced the sword beside them.

Di Xi is already the new swordsmanship genius after Dongling, and now Shaohua runs when she sees her. While she was practicing the sword, the sword suddenly began to shake wildly. Di Xi felt her heart and raised her head.

Then she saw that a blue-clothed boy called Kunpeng came, and that Kunpeng shrank her body, as if it were just an ordinary crane. The teenager sat cross-legged with his hands in his sleeves, as if taking a nap. The sun, moon and stars are painted on his clothes, and his hair is tied behind him with a white belt. There is a red mole between his foreheads, exactly like Di Xi.

Di Xi looked at Di Yan and froze there, while Dong Ling looked up and saw the handsome young man who seemed to be asleep, all eyes were gentle.

“Yan’er is home.”

He says. Ye Chen followed his eyes and smiled.

“Well,” she was all relieved in her eyes, “go home.”

At this time, the teenager slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, it seemed that the days of mountains and rivers and the stars and sun and moon were falling, as if the heavens, the destiny, circulated in his eyes.

He looked at Di Xi with a smile, and said in a loud voice: “Yunyou Big Mac is here, dare to ask if the East Pole is Lei Zhentian?”

Di Xi looked stiff.

Now she already knows how much the name Lei Zhentian is to a girl.

However, she promised that year, and she did n’t want to repent at the first moment of her brother ’s return, so she could only bite the bullet and say hardly: “In …

Ye Chen burst into laughter and Di Yan raised her lips.

“Father, mother, sister,” he said softly, “I’m back.”

He is back.

The family was reunited, and so far the mountains and rivers were gentle.

As with all good stories, they have lived very well since then and are very happy.