Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 26 Good Results and Bad Results 25

Light Shadow Temple.

Shi Qinian was in high spirits as he recounted his and Zhao Zhao's journey to the Demon Realm to his parents.

The father and mother listened attentively.

The father was a man of strong emotions, and when talking about the hateful aspects of the demon race, he was even more agitated than Shi Qinian, who had personally experienced it.

His mother was often startled by his loud and boisterous actions, which made Shi Qinian laugh and feel a surge of tenderness in his heart.

"Nian'er, according to you, it's all thanks to Zhao Shenzi that you were able to return safely this time?"

Upon hearing his father mention Zhao Zhao, Shi Qinian couldn't help but recall his image again, a joy he himself was unaware of. "Yes, Father, it's really... all thanks to him."

The mother beside her spoke softly, echoing, "What a good child."

Upon hearing this, Shi Qinian smiled and said, "Mother, you will definitely like him when you see him next time."

"Mmm." Shi's mother smiled gently and slowly stroked his hair.

"As expected of a divine son taught by the God Emperor, the younger generation is truly formidable."

Seeing his father and mother praising Zhaozhao, Shi Qinian was even happier than when they praised him.

"It's getting late. Father and Mother are leaving now. Take good care of yourself and recover from your injuries."

"Respectfully seeing off Father and Mother."

After seeing his parents off, Shi Qinian returned to his palace, his emotions remaining unsettled for a long time.

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When Zhao Zhao returned to the temple, she saw Luo Chen dressed in his usual white clothes, sitting at his desk with a casual and elegant demeanor. He was resting his chin on one hand, looking as if he was lost in thought.

She only looked up at him when he got closer.

"Come here and sit across from me."

Zhao Zhao sat down, her expression indifferent. "What is it?"

"How are your injuries?"

"It's nothing serious."

"You should also attend the Flower Banquet at the end of the month."

The Hundred Flowers Banquet is held once every ten years, and all the gods, sons and daughters of the gods are invited. This time, Luo Chen wants to take him there.

Zhao Zhao gave him a strange look and refused, "I'm not going."

"Not negotiable."

"Why?" In the past, Luo Chen never forced him to participate in any banquets.

Luo Chen remained calm and unhurried, saying, "Considering your solitary nature, I wanted to take this opportunity to help you make more friends."

"I don't need friends."

Zhao Zhao was heartless. He turned to leave, but a cold voice came from behind him, "Sit down."

Zhao Zhao paused, then sat down again with a cold expression.

"Many divine children will be there, and I will be there too."

Zhao Zhao remained silent.

Luo Chen added, "Su will go too."

Zhao Zhao had a cold expression.

After so many years of getting along, Luo Chen could be said to know Zhao Zhao better than anyone else. Seeing his expression, he knew he must be angry again. With a smile in his eyes, he said helplessly, "You're throwing a tantrum again."

"After all these years, he's still the same."

He coaxed in a doting voice, "Just show your face, I won't force you to stay there forever."

"Is it alright, little divine child?"

This child responds better to gentle persuasion than force; seeing that his attitude softened, his expression immediately became less rigid.

"Hmm." Zhao Zhao thought, she'd give him face.

The esteemed God Emperor was completely powerless in front of Zhao Zhao. There was nothing he could do but endure her spoiled nature.

Luo Chen didn't want to leave, and kept talking to him in fits and starts, with Zhao Zhao responding concisely each time.

Although Zhao Zhao and he are brothers from the same mother tree, Luo Chen felt that he was more like an unmarried woman who had a rebellious son.

He sighed and said, "Zhao."

Zhao Zhao looked up. "What's wrong?"

Meeting his clear eyes, Luo Chen had a thousand words to say, but they all boiled down to one question: "How is your cultivation progressing?"

Neither of them was good at expressing their emotions, so even after a thousand years, they were still not as close as other ordinary brothers.

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