Douluo: Begin As Bibi Dong’s Righteous Son

God Asura looked at the picture in front of him, his face was a little gloomy, but he still shook his head and said, "God Rakshasa did not violate the regulations of the God Realm, this cannot be counted as evidence to sanction Rakshasa."

The Shura God glanced at the Rakshasa God, and he always felt that the purpose of the Rakshasa God giving the little guy the blood and evil spirit was to be detrimental to himself.

After all, in the God Realm, Rakshasa God and Shura God have hatred, that is notorious. Moreover, the Rakshasa God was mixed with evil thoughts in the assessment of the divine position of the Shura God, but the Shura God didn't care, and just regarded the evil thoughts as a means to assess the inheritors.

"Let's talk about his problem first. He is now a dangerous person, twelve-winged fallen angel, and there are more than one. If they all run away, our God Realm will be in big trouble." Shura God looked at Bi Zihan in the picture, and fear could not help but appear in his eyes.

To be precise, God Shura's fear is not the current Bi Zihan, but the twelve-winged fallen angel in his sea of ​​​​knowledge, which is an unstable factor.

"No matter, don't listen, don't ask, let him grow up. Even if he can become a **** in the end, no matter how strong his strength is, he has no reason to be an enemy of the gods." The voice of the goddess of life seemed very calm, as if in Say something very common.

"What do you care about him, whether he can become a **** in the future, but not necessarily, there is no need to care about him now." The King of Destruction shook his head, and did not take Bi Zihan's affairs to heart.

"Asura, you don't need to make a fuss, it's just a little guy with a relatively natural talent. However, I still like this little guy. It happens that I still lack an inheritor, so I can list him as my candidate first. ." The evil **** king looked at Bi Zihan and felt that this little guy was very pleasing to the eye, his martial spirit was just right, and he also had divine blood, but it was said that among the inheritors, the congenital conditions were the best.

In addition, the Rakshasa God just made it clear that if he did not choose him as the inheritor, he seemed to be able to take this opportunity to cut off the hustle and make him a candidate for his inheritor.

"Okay, since you all said you don't need to care about him, then according to what the goddess of life said, don't care, don't listen, don't ask, and let him grow." God Shura looked at their reactions and said nothing.

"Goddess of life, do me a favor and lend me three of your gods of life. I need to inspect the goods first to see if this little guy has the ability to become my inheritor." The evil **** king looked at To the goddess of life, I need to inspect the goods, so I have to add some benefits.

As for whether this benefit can be obtained, it depends on his own ability.

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In the garden of Huxin Pavilion, the sound of sharp swords pounding constantly sounded, and two rays of light, one black and one gold, collided continuously in mid-air, and then quickly separated.

After an unknown amount of time, a black long sword fell from the air and was inserted into the ground of the garden. Two rays of light also fell from the sky one after another.

Bi Zihan pulled out the long sword on the ground and sat on the pavilion in the garden, with a gloomy look in his eyes, not sure what he was thinking about.

Qian Renxue, on the other hand, stood in front of Bi Zihan and said with a light smile, "No matter what the reason is this time, I won."

"Well, you won, I lost." Bi Zihan looked at the ground under his feet, his voice seemed very calm, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Okay, it's getting late, I'll go back first, we'll continue tomorrow, it's still the same time." Qian Renxue's face drew a beautiful arc, and walked towards the worship hall.

Bi Zihan looked down at the ground under his feet, and there was a faint thought in his eyes, but in his mind, there was a vague memory, but now it gradually became clear.

"I taught you swordsmanship, but I forgot to teach you the world! Your life is doomed, you can't go down the mountain for three years after I die, and after three years you can go back to the mountains and forests, and you can live in peace for the rest of your life. Yu Lin, you are destined to be in the mountains and forests, you cannot go to the deep mountains, you need to hide in the red dust of the market."

"Don't always talk about it, feudal superstition is not necessary, don't go to the hospital if you are sick, and have to say that your lifespan is approaching in this deep mountain and old forest, now is the age of technology, old-fashioned things, there is no scientific basis, not credible! "

"Haha, there are times in your life that you have to have it, and there is no need to force it in your life. You don't understand, and this is not some kind of feudal superstition. As long as you follow what I say, you can live the rest of your life in peace..."

"Old man, what did you say last?"

In a silent room, a gold coin engraved with a fallen angel was thrown on the table, "Are we going to take this quest? The person who issued the quest is already dead, we don't need to break the taboos of the killer world for a gold coin, it's not worth it!"

"This thing is pleasing to the eye, I took the task, you stay on the mountain."

"The old man can tell you that it's a bit too hasty to let you down the mountain for three years, and you are going down the mountain now, and this thing is not even gold, it's not worth at all, is it worth it?"

"I found it pleasing to the eye, so I accepted it. As for the old man's feudal superstition, it's not credible at all."

In a silent mountain forest, a young man with a long sword and a five- or six-year-old girl walked fast in the forest.

Bright red blood flowed from the youth's body and fell in the silent mountain forest.

Suddenly, the young man stopped at his own pace, put down the little girl in his arms, and looked at the young man in front of him, "The task is completed, and I have rescued the person."

"elder brother!"

"Thank you, you are injured, leave with us."

"No, it's not bad for the two of you to go by yourself. This task is really at a loss."

Broken Sword Peak, a gold coin stained red with blood, exuded a faint light, and the memory was instantly shattered at this time.

Bi Zihan suddenly raised his head, feeling a little stuffy in his chest, spit out a mouthful of pale golden blood, reached out and wiped the blood remaining at the corner of his mouth, and looked at the starry sky at night.

"Old man, you really got it right. Unfortunately, what I know now seems to be a bit late. However, that is already a past life, and it has nothing to do with me now."

"But what exactly is that gold coin engraved with the image of a fallen angel?" Bi Zihan looked at the starry sky at night and pondered secretly in his heart.

He had a feeling that the gold coin engraved with the fallen angel was very important to him, and that gold coin was originally his own.