Douluo Jueshi: Who made him a soul mentor?

Long Xiaoyao said in shock, "Xishui, what are you saying! Our descendants? I have descendants??"

Ye Xishui looked at Long Xiaoyao's shocked expression and explained, "After I gave myself to you, I became pregnant. I secretly gave birth to a child for you, a boy."

Long Xiaoyao trembled with excitement. His pale face, originally caused by severe injuries, turned rosy.

Long Xiaoyao had always thought his life was a failure. The woman he loved loved someone else. He was already two hundred and fifty years old and still a lonely old man.

But today, upon learning the truth, he suddenly understood. The woman he loved had always loved him, and she even bore him a child.

But in an instant, Long Xiaoyao remembered Ye Xishui saying that his descendant had been killed by Wang Chen.

His originally excited heart and trembling hands stopped abruptly.

After a moment, Long Xiaoyao slowly said, "Xishui, how much else have you been hiding from me? Tell me everything. I don't want to be deceived anymore."

Ye Xishui looked at Long Xiaoyao's dim eyes and said anxiously, "Nothing else. This is the last thing. When I found out I was pregnant, I couldn't bear to abort him, so I secretly gave birth to the child.

I knew that if this child was discovered by the old ghost Zhongli, he would either die or become an evil soul master. So,

I secretly fostered our child in a commoner's home.

I hoped that our child would live a happy and peaceful life as an ordinary person. I didn't even want him to become a soul master.

But fate is a trickster. Our child's descendant, because of his extraordinary talent, entered Shrek Academy through his own efforts. Eventually, he became a disciple of Mu En."

Hearing this, Long Xiaoyao felt his scalp tingle. His descendant was actually Mu En's disciple. Mu En raised his child for him. Brother Mu, I, Long Xiaoyao, owe you a lifetime.

Long Xiaoyao couldn't help but ask, "Our descendant became Mu En's disciple? What's his name?"

Ye Xishui said, "His name is Yan Shaozhe."

As soon as Long Xiaoyao heard "Yan Shaozhe," he felt something was wrong. As far as he knew, Yan Shaozhe's martial soul was the Light Phoenix, which didn't match either his or Ye Xishui's martial soul.

Long Xiaoyao frowned and said, "Xishui, you're lying to me again. Yan Shaozhe's martial soul is the Light Phoenix, while your martial soul is the Blood Soul Demon Puppet, and my martial soul is the Dark Sacred Dragon. How could there be a descendant with the Light Phoenix martial soul?"

Clearly, Ye Xishui's repeated deceptions made Long Xiaoyao begin to doubt the truth of what she was saying.

Seeing Long Xiaoyao doubting her, Ye Xishui immediately said unhappily, "How could I lie to you about this kind of thing? I have a twin martial soul. My second martial soul is the Light Phoenix. Is there a problem with our descendant inheriting my martial soul?"

Long Xiaoyao wondered if he had misheard. Xishui actually had a twin martial soul, and her second martial soul was the Light Phoenix!?

To prove that she wasn't lying, Ye Xishui immediately activated her martial soul. Golden flames rose from her body, making her look like a goddess of light, radiant and dazzling.

Ye Xishui said confidently, "This is my biggest trump card. Even the old ghost Zhongli doesn't know. I've hidden it for two full centuries. I'm afraid no one would have thought that Ye Xishui, the evil soul master king whose martial soul is the Blood Soul Demon Puppet and who is full of evil, would actually possess a martial soul with the light attribute."

Looking at the light attribute soul power on Ye Xishui's body, Long Xiaoyao completely believed her.

For a moment, Long Xiaoyao only felt that Ye Xishui's scheming was as deep as the sea, unfathomable. He even doubted whether he really understood Ye Xishui.

He and Ye Xishui had lived together day and night for more than a hundred years, but he didn't even know about Ye Xishui's twin martial souls.

Ye Xishui continued, "Not long ago, that little beast Wang Chen went to the Douluo Three Kingdoms and killed our descendant, Yan Shaozhe.

Before, I was using Mu En as a pretext to get you and me to avenge Yan Shaozhe together."

Speaking of this, Ye Xishui's eyes became fierce, clearly hating Wang Chen to the bone.

After listening to Ye Xishui's words, Long Xiaoyao remained silent for a long time. The entire hall was completely silent.

For a moment, Long Xiaoyao only felt that the world was playing a huge joke on him.

He had just learned that he had descendants, but it was the news of their death. What kind of hell was this?

Long Xiaoyao felt suffocated, especially painful, and especially uncomfortable. His already pale face became distorted.

Ye Xishui looked at Long Xiaoyao's ugly face and said with concern, "Xiaoyao, are you okay?"

Pfft!!

Long Xiaoyao suddenly hammered his chest, and in an instant, a mouthful of blood spurted out. As the blood spurted out, Long Xiaoyao felt the stuffiness in his chest dissipate a lot. His distorted face gradually calmed down.

Huff, huff, huff, Long Xiaoyao gasped for breath, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes. He said bitterly to Ye Xishui, "In this life, I've really been played by you. I don't know anything. Xishui, you really have a cruel heart."

Ye Xishui saw Long Xiaoyao crying and knew that she had told Long Xiaoyao all the hidden things, and the stimulation was too great, making it a little difficult for him to bear.

So, in order to let Long Xiaoyao vent his anger, Ye Xishui quickly said, "Xiaoyao, we are both over two hundred years old, and we will be buried in a few decades.

From this moment on, I am your wife, and you are my husband. You don't have to listen to me anymore,

Now, no matter what you ask me to do, I will listen to you. Okay, Xiaoyao?"

After speaking, Ye Xishui got into bed and leaned into Long Xiaoyao's arms, hugging Long Xiaoyao's neck.

Long Xiaoyao had been licking Ye Xishui for a lifetime, how could he stand Ye Xishui being so proactive? Smelling Ye Xishui's alluring fragrance, he subconsciously put his hand on Ye Xishui's waist.

Just as the two were looking at each other, planning to have a twilight romance.

Footsteps sounded outside the hall, and Zhongli Wu, the son of Ye Xishui and the old ghost Zhongli, quickly walked in. When Ye Xishui saw her other son coming in, she immediately separated from Long Xiaoyao. She still wanted a little face. It was a little embarrassing for her to be intimate with Long Xiaoyao in front of her son.

Long Xiaoyao watched Ye Xishui run away from his arms, feeling a sense of loss in his heart, and was particularly unhappy with Zhongli Wu for disturbing his good deeds.

Zhongli Wu quickly pushed the door open and entered the hall. Zhongli Wu said anxiously, "Uncle Long, Mother, something bad has happened. The Emperor of the Sun Moon Empire, Xu Jing, doesn't know what madness he has gone into.

He suddenly ordered the dispatch of soul master corps and ninth-level soul guides to attack the Holy Spirit Cult's forces in Mingdu.

Among them, various branches were destroyed, and the Xishui Alliance, an underground force that collected resources for the Holy Spirit Cult, was also uprooted, and the Second Elder and Third Elder were killed. —

The loss is so great that it is impossible to count. Mother, what should we do!"