After entering the study on the third floor, Han Changsheng did not look at the Shennong Herbal Classic on his left. Instead, he looked down at the photo in his hand.
On it was a beautiful woman with a bright smile. She looked very much like him.
Han Changsheng's expression was complicated when he saw that familiar yet unfamiliar smile.
Admiration, sadness, guilt…and so on.
He didn't remember much about his father.
Because his father was a criminal police officer who worked outside for many years, he died in the line of duty when he was four years old.
His mother had been sad for a year. She put away the cowardice and timidity in her heart and used strength and independence as the outer packaging to raise him alone.
He raised her for fifteen years.
A month ago, his mother was diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer, but she did not tell him.
She had single-handedly formulated a plan to get the four female celebrities to marry him and successfully implemented it.
She only told him the news when she was about to die.
He was still fighting against the Dark Emperor's soul. Other than crying, he could do nothing.
Perhaps it was his mother's greatness, or perhaps it was the power of anger, but he had finally wiped out the Dark Emperor's will. He could only look at his mother's photo and reminisce about her.
"Son, I can't take care of you anymore, but I've found four wives for you. If any of them can bear your child, perhaps you'll have someone to take care of you for the rest of your life. I'm leaving. In the future, when you miss me, you can talk to me.”
Han Changsheng touched the gentle smile in the photo, and tears kept falling.
"Mom, I've recovered. I can take care of myself. You have to be well too. I'll go down to see you in a few decades.”
The murmuring gradually faded away, leaving only the rustling of his fingers caressing his mother's face and the sparkling pearl that had broken into eight petals.
Two hours later, Diligareba pushed open the door and walked into the small study. She was about to open her mouth when she suddenly stopped.
Looking at the tear stains at the corner of that person's eyes and then looking at the puddle of water on the ground, a hint of pity flashed across his eyes.
He quietly found a thin blanket to cover Han Changsheng, wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve, and wiped the floor clean.
Staring at that handsome face with distinct edges and corners, she resisted the urge to kiss him and walked out of the small study reluctantly.
She was just pitying him. She would never fall in love with him!
Even though he had the air of an abstinent and overbearing CEO.
"Where is he?" Yang Mi took a bite of the watermelon and raised her head to ask Diligareba.
"She fell asleep."
"She fell asleep? Then what should we do?"
"According to our agreement, the four of us will stay in the guest rooms on the second floor. He can stay in the master bedroom on the third floor.”
"Sure."
Diligera picked up a piece of watermelon and sat on the sofa, eating it in small bites. She stared at the TV screen, and the quiet and sad face appeared in front of her.
For some reason, she didn't want to share what she had just seen with the three women beside her. She only wanted to hide it in her heart and treat it as a little secret between herself and that person.
The three women glanced over with surprise in their eyes.
This master had always been so talkative that she wanted people to shut her up. Why was she suddenly quiet at this time?
" What's wrong?" Dilipraba turned around and looked back when she noticed the three girls 'gazes.”
"Are you…alright?"
"What can happen to me?"
Diligera pretended to be calm as she ate a mouthful of watermelon and pointed at the TV series.
The three girls rolled their eyes helplessly when they heard the loud and clear voice.
This lady had already quieted down. Why were the three of them flirting with her?
This time, his ears could not be quiet again.
Looking at the helpless faces of the three women, Dilipraba smiled proudly.
Wanting to catch her little thoughts, delusional!
……
In the study, Han Changsheng was already awake.
He looked at the thin blanket on his body and a hint of suspicion flashed across his eyes.
Did someone come in just now?
Otherwise, where did this thin blanket come from?
He wanted to go out and ask, but he didn't move.
It's just a small matter. There's no need to make a fuss.
She arranged her mother's photo properly and replied with a faint smile.
Her mother was right. Living well was the greatest reward for her.
After flipping through the Shennong Herbal Classic a few times, a strange look appeared in his eyes.
After he had killed the Evil Emperor's soul, he had thought that there would only be some energy left. He hadn't expected that he would also have the Evil Emperor's memories.
It was as if this Shennong's Herbal Classic had triggered a part of his memory, so a cultivation technique appeared-Azure Thearch's Art of Longevity.
Other than the contents of the cultivation technique, there was also some information about the Dark Emperor.
The Azure Thearch Longevity Art was originally meant to absorb the natural energy of all living things in the world to nourish the body and soul, reaching the point where the world could be destroyed but the body itself could not be destroyed.
However, after the Demonic Emperor cultivated the Azure Thearch Longevity Art, he embarked on another evil path.
Stealing the vitality of the plant spirits and destroying the lives of all living things in the world to cultivate quickly, it also caused his temperament to change greatly and become more evil.
When the Evil Emperor was about to break through to the Supreme Emperor Stage with the speed of a super genius, he was surrounded and killed by others.
In the end, he failed to break through and ended up being obliterated by his remnant soul.
After some thought, he sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate the first level of the Azure Thearch Art of Longevity.
As he breathed in and out, wisps of the qi of all things in the world gathered into his nose and flowed along the Sanjiao route into his lower dantian.
An hour later, Han Changsheng opened his eyes, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
In his memories, the place where the Demonic Emperor had first started cultivating was filled with the energy of all living things in the world. As soon as he started cultivating, his cultivation had already advanced by leaps and bounds.
However, he was in the capital. There was not much hair growth, but there was a lot of smog.
This caused the Azure Thearch Longevity Art to sound very impressive, but in reality, it only had the healing effect of a physician's Qigong. At most, it could only treat bruises and injuries.
Speechless, he shook his head. While he took a deep breath to cultivate the Azure Thearch's Art of Longevity, he seriously flipped through the Shennong's Herbal Classic in his hand.
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