Chapter 98: The Past.

where is this place?

The golden figure stood in a white space, looking at the surrounding white ground with bewildered eyes.

I remember as if I was taking the knowledge of demons?

Then. Failed...

Trapped demons, failed...

Tried to escape, but failed.

Yes?

I failed...

The confusion in the eyes of the golden figure dissipated a little.

The Phoenix family's revival plan has been defeated...

what?

Logically, shouldn't I be crying directly because of it?

Why am I not feeling sad?

Why do I just feel a little bit sorry?

Why am I still thinking so calmly?

Why

Why am I here?

The eyes of the golden figure became confused again.

anyway.….

Who am I here?

where am i now?

What am I going to do?

A different scene suddenly appeared in the white space around the confused golden figure.

This is an open space outside a mansion.

In the setting sun, a boy of only seven or eight years old was holding a small wooden sword, slashing the air with sweat like rain.

Even though his body was obviously overwhelmed, the little boy still insisted on swinging his sword.

Is that me?

The confused golden figure stared intently at the little boy practicing swordsmanship in front of him.

"Luket, enough is enough. If you continue to practice, you will leave a dark wound on your body!"

A majestic voice came from behind.

The golden figure was shocked and quickly turned to look.

I saw a majestic middle-aged blond man walking slowly.

The blond man has a neat golden beard and a slight wrinkle at the corners of his eyes.

"Father?"

The little boy and the golden figure shouted at the same time.

But compared to the little boy's surprise, the golden figure was more guilty.

The blond man walked in front of the little boy, squatted down slowly, and looked at his son.

"Listen to Luckett, you need to pay attention to the degree of cultivation in this kind of thing. You should relax every step of the way, don't exercise hard, or you will break your body 370 degrees before you become stronger!"

The blond man's voice was filled with heavy fatherly love, causing the golden figure to tremble slightly.

"I just want to get stronger"

|The little boy curled his lips unwillingly.

"When I become super super strong, we will let our Phoenix family flourish and become the most powerful family in the empire!"

"Snapped"!

"what!"

The little boy cupped his forehead and looked aggrieved at the blond man who had retracted his right hand.

"Father, what are you?

Facing the little boy's grievances, the blond man hummed.

"Although your thoughts make me very happy, that's not the reason why you hurt your body!"

"Listen to Luckett, for those of us who are soldiers by profession, most of the time, the body is the capital of everything, and it is absolutely impossible to destroy one's own body. You have to remember,

The blond man gushed about his own or previous experience.

Seeing that his father started to nag again, the little boy showed an impatient expression.

"Okay! I got it!"

The body "is very important! Don't destroy the body!"

"Cultivation must be relaxed! You can't leave dark wounds on your body!"

The little boy shouted loudly.

The blond man who was interrupted was stunned, then looked at the little boy and scolded with a smile.

"You stinky boy, you're still impatient with you Laozi!

The blond man took the little boy's head hard.

One big and one small looked at each other for a while, then laughed together.

That's right, this is my memory...

The golden figure thought thoughtfully.

After laughing, the little boy looked at the blond man with a serious look.

"Father, I promise you that I will definitely carry forward the Phoenix family and become the most powerful family in the empire. This is my promise as the heir to the Phoenix family!"

When the blond man heard this, he showed a relieved smile.

"Ah, I believe in you!"

The setting sun witnessed the agreement between the two people.

The blonde figure looking at this scene was a little sad.

Sorry, father.

Obviously promised you...

I have failed...

"You two! How long are you going to be?"

A tender voice with a hint of milk, like a thunder, rang in the ears of the golden figure.

The little boy and the blond man and the golden figure all turned their heads.

A little girl about the same age as the little boy appeared in sight.

!!!

The golden figure is struck by lightning!

"Oh, Nasha.

The blond man stood up and walked forward with the little boy.

"Nasa, good afternoon.

The little boy greeted the little girl.

"Good afternoon! It's almost evening!"

The little girl groaned.

The little boy smiled awkwardly.

Nasha?

Who?

Why is there such a person in my memory?

Why....

I want to cry so much?

The golden figure stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the little girl's face.

But the hand went through it, unable to touch the little girl.

The golden figure tried again on the blond man and the little boy, with the same result.

It seems that I can't touch them...

Who is this little girl?

The golden figure felt more and more sad emotions in his heart, and became more and more confused.

"Really!"

The little girl put her hands on her hips, pretending to be a little adult.

"Father, didn't you just call my brother over for dinner, why did it take so long!"

"Ahaha, chatted with Luke for a while."

The blond man scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Go eat now!

elder brother?

This is my sister?

The golden figure trembled.

i have a sister?

Why can't I remember?

anyway.….

Has this happened before?

Before the golden figure could think about it, the surrounding scene changed again.

The sunset and the clearing are gone.

Instead, there is a dimly lit bedroom.

The blond man in the previous scene was lying on the bed with a dim expression.

The little boy from earlier pushed the door and walked in.

Close the door gently and sit on the chair in front of the bed.

"Father, Nasha has fallen asleep.

At this time, the little boy seemed to have grown up a little, about ten years old.

But what was different before was that the little boy had a sad expression on his face and looked like he was about to cry.

"Yes?"

The dark-haired (aece) man spoke, his voice a little hoarse.

"Nasha just cried so badly. Now she's tired from crying. It's better to take a nap and rest."

The scene was quiet for a while.

"Father, is there really no way?"

The little boy's voice trembled.

The blond man shook his head.

"I have already hurt the source to the soul, unless the ninth-order saint takes action personally, no one can save me, and after death, the soul will dissipate, and even the legendary reincarnation cannot be seen.

The blond man smiled self-deprecatingly.

The little boy was even more sad.

How can a ninth-order saint be so good?

There is only one ninth-order saint in his own empire.

Now that the front-line battle is fierce, the national division has not wasted time on a "little person" who only has a seventh rank.

It is estimated that even the father does not know.

The sensible little boy did not hate the national teacher whom he had never met.

He knows that there are many people like his father, and it is impossible for the national teacher to take care of everyone.

He just hates himself for being weak.

Hate your own powerlessness.

"Luket, tonight may be my end."

The blond man spoke suddenly.

"what!"

The little boy looked at the blond man in disbelief.

When he suddenly learned that his father was about to die, the little boy couldn't help shedding tears.

The golden figure on the side also felt tears lingering in his eyes.

only

Didn't my father die quietly one night?

Why does this scene exist?

The golden figure thought in confusion, the tears in his eyes accumulated more and more.

"Don't cry!!!"

A thunderous roar sounded.

I saw the blond man lying on the bed with wide-eyed eyes and angrily scolding the little boy who was stunned by the roar.

"Man, man, bleed without tears!"

"I'm satisfied enough to survive for a year, if it wasn't for the Lord City Lord who saved my life on the battlefield, you wouldn't have seen Laozi last year!!

The blond man yelled at the little boy.

It's just that the blond man's eyes are also slightly moist.

It was a disgrace to his children.

"Yes! I will never cry!"

The little boy said with a trembling voice.

Reaching out his calloused hands, he wiped the tears from his face and eyes carelessly.

The golden figure also raised his hand to wipe off his serious wetness.

The scene was silent for a while.

"Luket, my son, I'm sorry.

The blond man spoke suddenly.

"Father!"

The little boy looked in shock at his suddenly apologetic father.

"Sorry to leave you and Nasha so early.

"Your mother died on the battlefield one year after you were born, and I also have to leave you early because of the incurable wounds on the battlefield. I'm really sorry!"

The normally dignified blond man, at this time, put a hand across his eyes and apologized to his son in a low voice.

"No!"

"You don't have to be sorry!"

"because.."

"To be your son, I'm Luket, Phoenix, really really...

"Really happy!!!"

The little boy burst into tears.

But when he thought of what he promised just now, he quickly wiped away the tears that were about to flow.

The golden figure on the side also wiped the eyes that were about to burst into tears.

Father.….

The golden figure murmured in a low voice.

"Yes?"

"It's my pleasure..."

The blond man's voice also trembled.

But in order to set an example in front of his own son, he wiped it with his arm that was horizontal to his eyes without a trace.

"..."

The blond man took a deep breath, then lowered his arms and turned to look at the little boy.

"Listen up, Luckett!"

"Yes, Father, I listen!"

The little boy responded quickly.

The blond man barely made a dignified look, staring at the little boy closely.

"As an aristocrat, you must not bully the weak, you must not be in the company of the wicked, you must respect the people, and you must not become those mosquito nobles!!"

"Since we, Phoenix, have been awarded the title of nobles by the empire, we must be responsible for this name!

"Think about the people at the bottom, and be an excellent noble with high morals and people, and not be a sinister villain!"

"We must always maintain the mentality that the landslide is in front of us without changing our face, and don't panic because of a little thing.

"

The blond man talks a lot.

The little boy listened carefully.

But the golden figure is getting more and more sad.