What's wrong with my senior brother just doting on me? !

Chapter 297 His nightmare that lasted for two lifetimes is over

When Yun Jing came, he heard Chu Yaoyao teasing his scumbag father.

When Chu Yaoyao heard his voice, she stood up and patted the ashes on her hands to get out of the way. She looked down at Murong Hongyuan on the ground and said, "Aren't you looking for the Buddha? Here, the Buddha is here. Why don't you kowtow and bow nine times quickly? Kneel down and beg him to go to Tianji Pavilion to sue me."

Chu Yaoyao was also afraid that Murong Hongyuan didn't understand the world of immortality and what Tianji Pavilion was, so she explained thoughtfully: "Tianji Pavilion is like a government agency. Anyway, it's a place where you can sue me."

As for the current Tianji Pavilion Master who was still wailing, "I don't want to do this anymore" and "Can you come and be the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion?" "Why? This is the position of the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion. Do you really not want to sit here?" Whether Yuan Li will pay attention to him is another matter.

After all, Yuan Li is still trying to trick her into working for him so that he can sleep peacefully.

Laughing to death, who will do the work for him if he captures her?

Although she wasn't helping him either.

However, considering that Murong Hongyuan was in his prime but was cuckolded and died, Chu Yaoyao took a step back and reminded her out of humanitarian kindness: "Really? Do you really can't remember?"

Murong Hongyuan's face was filled with resentment.

Chu Yaoyao: Okay, drag it on, it’s hopeless.

Yun Jing stood still in front of Murong Hongyuan.

The latter didn't speak, but looked unwilling.

"Oh, the world of cultivating immortals is nothing more than this."

Yun Jing calmly replied: "What happened to the world of cultivating immortals?"

"Isn't this an established rule that the world of immortals should not interfere with the human world? What are you doing now?"

Murong Hongyuan sneered a few times.

"I originally thought that you, a Buddhist disciple like you, could have some credibility, but in the end, it turned out that you were the same person."

Yun Jing said nothing.

"Buddha, hey, it seems that the Wanhua Temple is just a vanity fair thing."

“So what if it is, so what if it’s not?”

Yun Jing's current mood is unexpectedly calm.

In his previous life, he felt so happy when he saw how Murong Zhao sent Murong Hongyuan to be reincarnated with one sword, but now he didn't feel anything at all.

It's like there's a rotten cabbage lying at his feet, and he won't even look at it.

Obviously this is the revenge he wants.

It was obvious that he wanted to see Murong Hongyuan kneel at his feet and plead for mercy.

"Doesn't your conscience bother you?"

Yun Jing chuckled twice.

conscience?

It's rare.

Murong Hongyuan has a conscience with his son, whose spiritual roots were dug out and left in the snow to care about life or death?

"I didn't want you to know so soon, because your suspicion and incompetent rage now make me feel happy."

Yun Jing took the initiative to reach out and untie the white silk he applied to his eyes.

The wind blew, and the piece of white silk floated slowly and leisurely.

Murong Hongyuan's eyes widened in shock.

Yun Jing looked at him quietly with eyes wide open.

"It's you?!"

Chu Yaoyao, who was sitting with her legs crossed, took a bite of the apple with a click.

How many times has she said, "Look, do you look familiar? Look, do you look familiar?"

Tsk, as expected, you can’t carve flowers on shit.

Murong Hongyuan would never have imagined that he would see his first son again.

How can it be?

How could he still be alive after his spiritual roots were dug out without any treatment? !

"No, it's impossible."

Wait, die?

"I know, you are a ghost! You are already a ghost like me!"

Chu Yaoyao was speechless and gave the unbitten side of the apple to Mung Bean, who was watching her eagerly.

"ghost?"

Yun Jing smiled softly.

"Just think of me as that. After all, it is Yun Jing who is alive as a human being now."

Murong Hongyuan stared blankly at the person in front of him and suddenly laughed.

His laughter grew louder and louder, almost manic.

"Okay, okay, okay, okay, I still have a son! Chao'er, my good Chao'er."

Gu Nian'an was surprised by Murong Hongyuan's sudden explosive power. He glanced at the calm-looking little monk opposite him, stretched out his hand to form a red blood thread, twisted it into a knot, and pulled it hard around Murong Hongyuan's neck.

"Calm down!"

Yun Jing took a step back by instinct, avoiding Murong Hongyuan's hand that wanted to hold his thigh.

"Chao'er?"

Murong Chao is such a long-standing name.

"Are you calling your Zhao'er, or are you calling me?"

"Of course it's you, my king's court son, please save me for the sake of your mother! Your mother is the most docile, why are you not like your mother at all?! Ah——"

Yun Jing withdrew the hand that pressed Murong Hongyuan's head into the stone slab, muttered a sentence of "Buddha" in a low voice, raised his head and said to Gu Nian'an: "I'm sorry, I couldn't control my emotions."

Gu Nian'an glanced at Murong Hongyuan, who was still screaming after being pinned to the stone slab, and said sincerely: "It's okay, it's fine. I feel much more at ease now."

"Chao'er!"

"Shut up."

Yun Jing lowered his eyes and looked at the man in front of him who gave him life, the man who also ruined his mother's life.

"You don't deserve to talk about mother to me!"

Chu Yaoyao silently snatched the apple back from Mung Bean's mouth.

Yun Jing turned around and looked at Chu Yaoyao, looking at the only golden and warm soul that he could definitely see.

"What do you want to do with him?"

"Shouldn't I ask you this?"

"The young monk has nothing to do."

"Then he will be taken away by my second senior brother? Do you really don't want to do anything else? For example, take him to your mother's grave and kowtow twice or something."

Chu Yaoyao raised her head and looked at Yun Jing who was not wearing white silk to cover her eyes.

So beautiful.

It's a pity that he is already driven crazy.

"Is it the one who took it away?"

Since it is that person, he can completely relax.

"My mother probably won't want to see him, and I don't intend to take him to dirty my mother's eyes."

Yun Jing didn't look at the guy lying on the ground again. He looked straight at Chu Yaoyao who was holding his head, and without any warning, he knelt down and kowtowed.

Chu Yaoyao, who was holding an apple in her other hand:! ! ! !

"Wait? Wait a minute, I'll go and you'll shorten my life!"

"Thank you."

After kowtowing, Yun Jing stood up.

The white silk he had just thrown away was still hanging on the branch behind him.

The white silk was floating in the air like a spiritual flag.

"I want to see my mother now, is that okay?"

Yun Jing left without any nostalgia.

His nightmare that had lasted two lifetimes was finally over.