Strongest Immortal Emperor in City

The smile on Little Charcoal's face was as if he had grown up in a harsh environment like the primitive jungle. The Iron Thorns Flower that bloomed after going through countless trials and tribulations, although not very eye-catching. In front of the beautiful roses and peonies, it lost all color. However... It was the only flower that could grow in the worst environment.    

    

Seeing Little Charcoal's smile and hearing his words, the eyes of the middle-aged man and woman moistened once again. How good, how obedient, and how lovable this child was! They really wanted to carry him home and treat him like a hamster, holding him in their hands and carefully taking care of him.    

    

"Oh right, Dad... Mom... Why did you... come out of nowhere..."    

    

Little Charcoal raised his head and asked with a struggling expression. This question... This question had obviously lingered in her mind for a long time, but she did not dare to ask. Could it be that she was afraid that her parents would suddenly disappear if she asked? Although it was a bit ridiculous, thinking about it, she was just a child about ten years old. She could feel relieved in her heart.    

    

"Look, the two of us almost forgot that Little Charcoal is much calmer and more mature than us."    

    

His father wiped his eyes and smiled. The thin face of Scar, who had a cross on his face, made his smile a little twisted and ugly, but he could feel the warmth.    

    

"Little Charcoal, can you still remember what happened five years ago?"    

    

His mother caressed his daughter's hair and asked softly as if she was calling out to that memory.    

    

The real reason was that this guy, including the fake father next to him. Although she knew that Little Charcoal's parents had gone missing five years ago, she wasn't sure about the exact situation. In short, he wanted to get something out of Little Charcoal's mouth, and then continue to make up the story. This was something that couldn't be helped. How could there be such detailed information?    

    

"Then... That day..."    

    

As if recalling some bad memory, Little Charcoal narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, a trace of fear flashed across his eyes, and he lowered his head. His thin body was like a beast that was exposed to the storm. He kept trembling.    

    

"Don't worry, Little Charcoal. We won't disappear again."    

    

Her mother gently caressed her daughter. Her eyes were filled with heartache as she looked at her.    

    

Enveloped by this gentle aura, Little Charcoal seemed to finally be able to free himself from the cold fear. He felt a trace of warmth and gradually stopped trembling. Lightly raising his head, he tentatively looked at his parents. The feeling he gave others was as if he was certain that they would not disappear after he had finished speaking. Then he continued to stutter timidly.    

    

"That day... Early that morning. It was very early... very early in the morning. Father and mother brought me... out together, then... and then we slid down the cliff... "    

    

..." "    

    

Father and mother were speechless for a moment.    

    

They had thought that it would be a tragic event, such as being attacked by a monster, or even being killed by it with their own eyes. If that was the case, it would be troublesome to explain, but who would have thought... Mm, it was such a boring way of dying.    

    

But it was fine, this was even better. Thus, one of the many versions of the story was prepared beforehand, and it came in handy.    

    

"I didn't expect you to remember that all these years, you must have been having this kind of nightmare all the time, right? It must have been hard on you, my child."    

    

The mother hugged Little Charcoal and did not care about his dirty face at all. She had never enjoyed such warmth as she rubbed him on the floor. Little Charcoal, who was confused by the rubbing, did not know that her father rolled his eyes helplessly behind her.    

    

"Little Charcoal, listen to me. This is what happened after that..."    

    

After all, the two of them had already expected all kinds of versions of the story. Soon, they told the story as if it was real.    

    

"It was just like that, because they slid down the cliff, father and mother were both seriously injured..."    

    

"Injured, father and mother were injured?" Little Charcoal revealed a worried look.    

    

"Little Charcoal is such a good kid. Don't worry, he has recovered a long time ago. However, at that time, we thought that we were really going to die. Luckily, we were saved by a passing Cultivator. "    

    

"We have met a good person." Little Charcoal heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

"Although it is rude to say that to the saviour, that fellow is not a good person."    

    

"Eh?"    

    

"Although that Cultivator cured us of our serious injuries, it is not free. In order to save our lives, we have been his slaves for five years. In the end, we were allowed to leave and only came back now. Reunite with you. "    

    

"Is that so? Father and mother... must have suffered a lot."    

    

Little Charcoal raised his head. His slightly narrowed eyes sparkled and revealed an inexplicable feeling from within. He extended his skinny hand and gently caressed his mother's wrinkled face.    

    

"It's not bitter. It's not as hard as Little Charcoal's. To be honest, in these five years, the two of us... The two of us almost thought that Little Charcoal had... Wuwuwu... "    

    

Seeing this scene, the father behind him raised his head speechlessly and secretly sighed.    

    

"Women... are indeed born actors."    

    

"All in all, after five years of hardships, our family has finally reunited again. This is the most important thing."    

    

His father, who had suddenly shown the aura of a leader of a family, spread his arms and embraced the mother and the daughter. The three of them hugged each other and smiled as if they had merged into one.    

    

"Have you been living in a place like this all these years? It's been hard on you. "    

    

Seeing the small and narrow hole in the place where Little Charcoal lived that not even a cow could fit, her mother sighed deeply.    

    

"I'm sorry. It's all because I'm useless. I can't give you two a good home. "    

    

His father scratched his head and sighed. Originally, although the three of them were also poor people, at least in Flower Demon King City, there was still a place that could barely block the wind in that shabby little kiln of poor people.    

    

However, according to the data, his father seemed to have made a small bet. He once owed a debt when he went missing, although it was just a small sum of money. However, it was enough for the other party to use this as an excuse to occupy that place that could barely shelter them from the wind and rain. He chased Little Charcoal out.    

    

Of course, even if that was not the case, with Little Charcoal's age, he would not be able to protect that family by himself. Even if it was a shabby house, there were still many people who coveted it in the slums.    

    

Now, even if his father came back, he probably wouldn't be able to get that house back.    

    

"But there's no problem." His father patted his chest vigorously.    

    

"Although he was exploited by that Cultivator for five years, but... I have also learned a lot there. Today, I will let all of you see that Ye Chen, the head of the family, can at least provide you with a place to shelter yourselves from the wind and rain. "