Chapter 787 Father's Thoughts

"After all, there are only a few that have documented history. You really know little about divine power!" Nai Luotian smiled lowly, "The power of the gods is controllable and may not necessarily be powerfully destructive. And different skins have different endurances. Do you think I carefully selected them? Is this a skin that you raised until he was eighteen years old just to destroy it all at once?”

"Chuan'er, he..."

"I have other skins descended from gods. They are still alive and well, and they are not unconscious living dead." Nai Luotian asked him, "You have been on the border for more than ten years, so you should be familiar with the past events of Panlong City?"

"Yes." It was a tragic past buried by yellow sand. He Chunhua disagreed with Zhong Shengguang's approach, but admired his conduct.

"Then you should know that the Red General is the skin of the God of Heaven. In those decades, the Red General fought in the north and south. Did she collapse?"

"Can Chuan'er...be compared to General Red?"

"We haven't fully understood the secret of General Red yet. But He Lingchuan's qualifications can easily carry my divine descending." Nai Luotian was already a little impatient, "I only put a ray of clone on him, and I can't do anything to him." It didn’t hurt much. He was still sane and would call you daddy afterward. What are you afraid of?”

No matter what it said, He Chunhua would not believe it entirely. All the gods' comfort had a purpose. Nai Luotian just wanted him to cooperate in the divine descending ceremony. But he knew very well that he shouldn't argue with the gods: "Why do you want Chuan'er's skin? Can you tell me now?"

"Didn't I say long ago that mortal bodies are useless? As soon as we arrive, they will collapse!" Nai Luotian sighed, "Only a few skins can withstand our power to a limited extent. He Lingchuan's body is like this."

He Chunhua was reluctant: "Why is Chuan'er so special? Can't I do it?"

When Chuan'er grew up to the age of sixteen, he was always acting like a careless fool. He did not feel disappointed, but believed that the child's prime years should be spent enjoying themselves to the fullest.

Let him be happy and carefree until...

Alas, as a father, he can only provide such limited compensation.

But after Chuan'er came back from the Panlong ruins, she seemed to be a different person.

He has become more promising and unfamiliar.

if--

What if the hope of a glorious family life actually lies with the eldest son, not the second son?

"You?" Nai Luotian laughed loudly, "Are you willing to sacrifice for him? Are you willing to sacrifice yourself for him? Hahahaha, it's incredible."

He Chunhua opened his mouth but stopped talking.

At this moment, his thoughts turned over and over again, but in the end he couldn't say the word "willing".

Nai Luotian laughed for a long time, and then said contemptuously: "Sure enough, you are still the He Chunhua I recognize! The He Chunhua who can sacrifice his own flesh and blood, the eldest son of his closest relatives!"

He Chunhua gritted his teeth secretly: "Why is Chuan'er so special?"

Judging from Nai Luotian's attitude, the special factor is not his father. "Is it because of Chuan'er's biological mother?"

"This involves the secret of the body and soul. Summer insects cannot speak of ice. Even if I tell you the profound content, you will not be able to understand it." Nailuotian said, "When you asked me for help, you happened to be near the Panlong Desert. I have a perfect son. How do you call it a coincidence? Otherwise, how could I respond?

These humble humans never understood that the gods didn't even bother to pay attention to them.

Their daily prayers and their sincere supplications are not heard by God at all!

He Chunhua took the time to ask again: "You said that Chuan'er's fate has become unclear. I thought that the God of Destiny would be sure of his control over destiny."

"Mortals are the best to play around with. Their lives only revolve around eating, sleeping, and giving birth to sick babies. They get carried away when things go well and complain about others when things go wrong. They can't escape the most superficial desires. How different can they be from the flock of sheep? Their behavior is very much the same. , there is no need to calculate hard to know their final fate." Nai Luotian chuckled, "But it is different the higher up, the more involved, the more intersections with the world, and the fate. It’s even more complicated. For example, if I want to change your fate, it will take a hundred times more power to change your life.”

Those who are good at understanding people's words should not only pay attention to what the other person says, but also pay attention to what they don't say.

Know how to read between the lines.

He Chunhua immediately understood the underlying meaning of Nai Luotian's words:

It actually believed that He Lingchuan was no longer a "mortal" in the ordinary sense.

He is no longer a playboy who is controlled by his father.

It is no longer even easily controlled by "fate".

This is terrible.

A chess piece actually wants to turn over, can it turn over?

"Then..." He Chunhua thought for a moment, "Can you control your own destiny?"

The God of Destiny controls the fate of mortals, so who controls the fate of the God of Destiny?

Of course Nai Luotian has boundless power, but He Chunhua always feels that it doesn't seem to be so arbitrary.

Nai Luotian paused briefly before saying, "This is not what you should ask."

He Chunhua knew that he had exceeded the rules and quickly changed the subject: "But Chuan'er is back as the special envoy of Rongshan to supervise and approve the huge sum of money lent by Rongshan to the Yuan Kingdom. If something happens to him, the money from Rongshan..."

"That has nothing to do with me." Nai Luotian interrupted him and said impatiently, "You and your revenge are extremely boring. Prepare the ceremony as soon as possible, and don't let me remind you a third time!"

Then, the human face formed by the smoke dispersed, and the seven incense sticks just burned out.

The smoke in the room was choking, but He Chunhua sat motionless.

The mark of the eldest son's divine seal was planted long ago. Narakutian had not mentioned this matter for more than ten years. Why is he suddenly anxious now?

Is he afraid of losing Chuan'er's body?

No, more than that. Any divine descent is not easy for the gods themselves, and it consumes a lot of divine power.

How rare is divine power, which god dares to use it indiscriminately?

Therefore, there must be more and more important secrets, and Narakutian just didn't tell him the truth. It said that it had also changed, and said that some annoying changes had occurred in the dark. Is it related to Chuan'er? Or is it related to the divine world?

The environment of the divine world, what happened in the divine world, of course, mortals know nothing.

Just now, Narakutian also mentioned the Panlong Desert. It seemed to be understated, but He Chunhua intuitively thought that it actually cared a lot.

What is in the Panlong Desert?

The first thing He Chunhua thought of was the ruins of the Panlong Ancient City. That is the absolute C position in the Panlong Desert, the source of the annual outbreak of the crazy sand season.

Even Sun Fuping and his men went to Panlong Ruins to look for treasures in order to turn the tables and win the battle.

Treasure hunting...

Hmm, could it be that one of Narakutian's targets is also the Dafanghu?