MTL - The Whole Family Went Crazy Listening To My Thoughts, I Was Responsible For Feeding

Nan Zhiyi lowered his eyebrows and couldn't see his expression clearly.

 In his last life, Lu Jingyao did not do this! She didn't summon a god!

 Is it possible?

Is Lu Chaochao really the reincarnation of a goddess?

 No, impossible! If she was a goddess, why did she drown in her previous life?

 She had heard a few words before that Lu Jingyao's mother was the outsider's supporter.

It is said that the main wife collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country, and her mother-in-law and her three sons died tragically. Her previous life was so miserable, could she be a goddess?

Nan Zhiyi felt slightly relieved.

 Thinking about it, it must have been a bit of a chance.

"What are you afraid of when gods descend? Your sister will ascend in three days. By then, we will have a real **** to back us up!"

“Whether she is real or fake, as long as it is your sister who ascends.”

Nan Mubai could only nod in agreement, but he still felt a little uneasy in his heart.

 I don’t know why, but the closer he gets to his ascension, the more anxious he becomes. It's obviously a good thing, but it always feels like a nightmare is coming.

"That's all, go and prepare for your ascension." After Nan Fengyu finished speaking, she asked the eldest son to step back.

 When he left, Nan Fengyu shook his head gently: "Your eldest brother is indecisive and not as good as you."

"If I had let him know about the sacred bones in the first place, I'm afraid there would have been more trouble. In his heart, you should be pure and innocent!"

To the east of the southern country, there is a sacred mountain.

 It is said that the mountain is shimmering with golden light all year round, and the mountain is covered with exotic flowers and plants, as well as countless elixirs.

 They led people to hollow out the mountain and obtained a transparent sacred bone.

When the sacred bones were unearthed, the valley collapsed and the villages at the foot of the mountain were directly buried.

 It took Nan Zhiyi three years to refine the divine bone and integrate it with himself.

“Mother, I heard that Lu Chaochao also left the prison?” Nan Zhiyi suddenly asked.

Nan Fengyu's face darkened, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes: "When we opened the prison to release the black dragon, we actually let her escape! It's really a big deal!"

“You don’t have to worry about this, just feel free to prepare for your ascension.”

“I will avenge the Su family’s revenge with her one by one!”

Nan Zhiyi twirled the ends of her hair and asked casually: "Mother, the master of the black dragon, could it be her?"

 “Pfft…”

"Yi'er, are you afraid that your elder brother has frightened you into confusion? The black dragon has an arrogant temperament. Can a three-and-a-half-year-old child suppress him?"

"Besides, whether she is alive or not, as long as her mood soars, everything will be a sure thing!" Nan Fengyu gently caressed her daughter's head, as if she was a treasure given to her by God.

“Three days, only three days left…” Nan Fengyu looked forward to it.

"The altar for ascension has been built. By then, you will be able to ascend to the divine realm in front of thousands of people! From then on, a new era will begin for the Southern Kingdom, and the Southern Kingdom will have its own gods."

“Our Nan family no longer needs the protection of God Zongbai!”

Nan Zhiyi nodded.

"Your imperial grandfather, do you think he is really satisfied with me? If he was really satisfied, he would have passed down the throne to me when he came back from Taoyuan Village."

"It's nothing more than that I got pregnant with you later. He made the decision after weighing the pros and cons in many ways."

 “This old man!” A cold light flashed in Nan Fengyu’s eyes.

 Apse.

The eldest princess’s **** was strangled by the throat of a young man who appeared out of thin air: “You, the **** thing, are you going to put her in a vicious prison?”

Shen Yuan's eyes were scarlet: "Killing you will be an advantage for you."

"Follow me to the Hell!" Shen Yuan pinched his throat and returned to the Hell without a sound.

At this moment, Lu Chaochao was holding Ning's hand affectionately.

“Grandma, do you miss Taoyuan Village?”

 Old Mrs. Ning’s eyes were red when she heard about Taoyuan Village. Before she could speak, she started to choke. Taoyuan Village will be the knot of her life. "Why don't you want to..."

"I dreamed of Taoyuan Village countless times at midnight..." Her voice was still a little hoarse, but fortunately she was gradually able to speak.

 The once paradise was burned to ashes.

She has returned to Taoyuan Village countless times and dared not step even half a step.

"I am a sinner, a sinner in Taoyuan Village. I deserve to die for my crime, and I killed the whole village."

"Chaochao, do you know? I want to dream about them so much, but they never come to my dreams... They probably hate me and blame me..." This was already the knot in the old lady's heart.

  She was born without a father or mother, and grew up in Taoyuan Village eating hundreds of meals, but she did not want to bring such a big disaster to Taoyuan Village.

 Lu Chaochao lay in the old lady's arms: "They have their own reasons."

 “They have been captured by the Su family.”

“After the Su family massacred the village, they were afraid that the villagers of Taoyuan Village would go to the underworld to complain. So they imprisoned their souls until they were gone!”

The old lady trembled violently, her eyes were frightened and desperate, and she was so anxious that she couldn't even speak.

Lu Chaochao waved his hand, and the room suddenly became a bit colder.

 A group of villagers from Taoyuan Village stood inside the house.

 Because he nourished his soul in Lu Chaochao's space, he can now return to his original appearance, except that his face is slightly pale, almost the same as before his death.

“Grandma, do you want to take a look?” Lu Chaochao’s soft little hand was just between the old lady’s eyebrows.

 The old lady raised her eyes.

 Her haunting figure has already appeared in front of me.

She opened her mouth and stared blankly in front of her eyes, with muddy tears rolling down in big drops.

There are obviously thousands of words in my heart, but at this moment, my heart is so blocked that I can't say a word. Only a muffled whine came from his throat, which was suppressed and painful.

 This is the pain of her life.

With pale hair, she knelt in front of the hall with her knees bent.

 Many ghosts who appeared in the house were immediately worried: "Ning'er, get up quickly, the village chief father never blames you!"

 “Good boy, you have suffered a lot these years.”

 “Get up quickly Ning’er.”

“If you want to kneel down, it’s the old emperor who is that bastard. Our Ning’er is not wrong!”

Hearing this, Ning's tears became even more intense.

"Village Chief Daddy, Xu Daddy, Wang Daddy..." she cried and shouted.

"It's Ning'er who is sorry for you." Over the past few decades, guilt has almost overwhelmed her. Every day, she would kneel in the Buddhist hall and repent.

 “Hey...the village chief dad heard it.”

 Everyone responded one after another.

"Don't cry. I don't blame you for this. You were also implicated by the old emperor, so I'd rather not cry."

 “I’d rather not cry.”

"We have never regretted adopting you. What we regret most is that we have made you suffer alone for decades. It has been hard work for these decades, being alone and helpless." Ning'er was poured hot oil by the Su family, and they were furious. Almost dissipated.

"Aunt Ning, don't cry. It doesn't hurt at all, really, it doesn't hurt at all..." The children were all leaning on their parents, and they were buried in the fire before they could grow up. But he still laughed and laughed at Aunt Ning.

"Ning'er, you have to live with our share. Don't do stupid things, you know?" the village chief dad said seriously.

Ning squeezed her sleeves slightly, fearing that they would see the scars on her wrists.

She had sought death countless times, but every time, she thought of the child who was living outside and staggered to her feet.

 She had already planned to kill herself when everything was over!

 Living is more painful than death.

　　Every day is atonement. (End of chapter)