Chapter 25 second quarter

At dawn, Heizi, who was dressed in black iron armor, and his father, who was dressed like a beggar, hugged partingly in the palace of Jinghe City. Now Heizi is at the most vigorous and brave age in the past, and his dignified figure is even more majestic than the "boxing champion" and "three-eyed" back then.But I don't know whether it was inherited from the mother of the Luomeng tribe, or he was influenced by his adoptive father. His face is much gentler than that of the sickle. Sickle's body has shrunk a little more than a few years ago, as if his too strong spiritual will has eroded his body bit by bit.Arms as thin as wood sticks hugged his son, but what he touched was the cold iron armor full of edges and corners.

After a long time, Heizi let go of his father. "Father... all these years, is there anything about me that dissatisfied you?" Heizi asked with a tense expression on his face. Sickles didn't answer. "Father..." Xiaoxuan King Megatron Continent was so anxious at this moment that he looked like a scolded child. "Did I disappoint you?" Sickle stroked his hair. "...No. Having a son like you is the greatest gift this world has given me." Heizi was so excited that he wanted to hug his father again, but the sickle stopped him. "Son...don't just be another me, you're just yourself."

"I..." Heizi lowered his head. "Is it wrong to want to be a man like Dad?" "Do you still remember what I told you, why did you leave more than twenty years ago?" Lian Shou stroked his son's face, thinking of his mother and the Luomeng tribe.Thinking of that duel that he himself didn't know how to end.Thinking of the huge idol on the mountain... "If you really want to be like me, that's the first thing you have to do: find something that belongs to you." Heizi thought of Rou'er, and he looked down at the copper bracelet on his wrist again.Then he looked directly at his father and nodded vigorously.

- something that belongs to me... The father and son finally shook hands.Then Heizi took the helmet from the attendant, put it on silently, and put on the black iron mask inlaid with gold patterns.A crescent moon mark is carved on the forehead of the mask, the scar of his father. Lian Shou looked at his son's warm face hidden behind the cold iron mask, and prayed silently in his heart. ——This is the final battle, right? ... Heizi stepped towards the gate of the palace with his father on his back, staring at his son's back when he was getting smaller. On the square outside the palace, thousands of soldiers were already waiting.Rows of banners danced in the wind, countless war horses neighed, and there was the sound of armor touching each other lightly.

Looking at the soldiers and horses in front of him, Heizi recalled his days in the capital: after each assassination, he would return to his cold home alone, burn his blood-stained clothes, clean up the used weapons, and then cook in silence... … Now, these many men who don't even know their names are willing to entrust their lives in his hands. ——It turns out that this is what I was born to do... Standing on the steps of the gate of the mansion, King Xiaoxuan just lightly raised his right fist as a signal, and the sergeants below gave out warm applause and cheers immediately. What a wonderful cry for a man.Heizi will always remember this moment.

All the soldiers watched with admiring eyes the godlike iron-faced general mount his mount. He leaned over and whispered to an attendant, the attendant nodded, ran to the cavalry, fetched a "Three Realms Army" flag, and handed the flagpole to King Xiaoxuan. King Xiaoxuan held high the green, yellow and red tricolor flag on his horse, and led this group of fanatical warriors on the journey away from the city. On the avenue passing through Hecheng, countless civilians lined the road to see off against the early morning cold.Most of them want to see the legendary iron mask, which will become a topic to show off to their children and grandchildren when they are old.

A woman suddenly rushed out from among the crowd, and ran straight to King Xiaoxuan's mount, the two plump breasts bouncing up and down under the thin coat.The guard cavalry originally wanted to intercept her, but after recognizing who she was, they all retreated to both sides. Shana stood panting beside Heizi's mount, exhaling white breaths one after another. Heizi looked at her through the two holes in the expressionless mask. "You...you want to come back..." Shana's round face was still as rosy as before, and she hugged her belly with both hands. "You... are going to be a father..."

The mask concealed Heizi's expression, but his hand holding the flagpole was trembling slightly. Shana stared at the mask expectantly. After a while, Heizi's words came through the iron sheet: "Our child will be born in Kyoto."