C4 Five Years

In the blink of an eye, five years had passed. Ao Satian had grown into a young man. Although he was still a little immature, the noble aura around him had made the people of the Holy Church afraid to look at him directly. They trusted him even more. Five years ago, Ao Satian had named himself - Ao Satian.

"Ao" was the surname of the royal family of Devil Clan. It was a surname that Ao Satian could never abandon no matter what. Ao Shi Devil Clan was originally an angel royal family of the Divine World. After falling, they became a fallen angel of Devil Clan.

Of course, the original meaning of this name was that after meeting him, the proud wind of the world changed into this form. Would the old devil king be angry?

This name was the only proof of his existence. It was something he couldn't abandon no matter what. Other than this name, there was only his pair of deep purple eyes and ink-black long hair. It could prove that he was still the proud king of Devil Realm.

Fortunately, he had not lost some of the things that belonged to Devil Clan. This pair of magical eyes was still there. The bewitching skill that belonged to the Devil Clan was still there, but now, this face was no longer the face that he was familiar with.

Ao Satian continuously released magic on the training ground, hitting the surrounding boulders. The huge rocks exploded one by one, but Ao Satian did not dodge at all. He let the rocks cut him. He kept waving his staff.

Not long after, the pure white robe turned into a beggar's robe. Ao Satian's entire body was covered with thin and dense wounds, and fresh blood seeped out. Ao Satian seemed to not know pain, and kept waving his wand. His body was constantly hit by the broken stones, and he was scratched.

He kept thinking about that person's face. He could only use this method to divert his attention.

"Son of God! Why are you injured again?"

At this moment, Lan flew over from afar and stopped Ao Satian from torturing himself. "Son of God! You can't always be like this. Holy Emperor will feel sorry for you if he sees you!"

Ao Satian shivered. He was really afraid of that woman. She looked like a noble and cold holy Holy Emperor. In front of him, she would cry at any time. She even forced him to call her Mother. They all knew that she was not his biological mother, but she did not seem to have that awareness.

Finally, it ended with Satian compromising. Thinking of this, Satian couldn't help but smile. This was probably motherly love.

"You smiled?"

Lan said in surprise. Ao Satian rarely smiled. In other words, almost no one had ever seen Ao Satian smile, including that person who had only seen him smile once.

"No."

Ao Satian's expression became serious. He returned to his cold face and said in a cold tone, "What do you want from me?"

Lan looked at Ao Satian. Ao Satian was only ten years old. He was still a child. Looking at his expression, Lan felt that Son of God finally looked like a human. "It's not an important thing. Holy Emperor is back. He asked me to call you."

Ao Satian's expression was no longer cold. He seemed to be unable to digest this explosive news. "You mean Mother is back?"

No one knew when Ao Satian had gotten used to calling Holy Emperor his mother.

Lan smiled and nodded." Yes, please follow me!"

After saying that, he sized up Ao Satian's attire. His originally gorgeous robe had now turned into a beggar's outfit. His originally delicate face was now covered with blood stains, and there were many wounds on his body that were bleeding. Lan felt a little heartache.

It seemed like Son of God would make him look miserable every now and then. They felt sorry for him, but Son of God remained unmoved, as if his body wasn't his.

It had to be said that Lan had guessed correctly under some circumstances. This body was indeed not Ao Satian's. Otherwise, this small injury would have recovered before Ao Satian could react.

Both of Lan's hands lit up with a white light, floating on Ao Satian's wounds. Those wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, until not a trace was left.

"Let me go back and change my clothes first. It's not good to see Mother like this."

Ao Satian coughed lightly and interrupted Lan's treatment.

Lan looked at Ao Satian. "I should let Holy Emperor see your current appearance. Let's see if you still dare to not cherish your body next time!"

Although he said those ruthless words, Lan still couldn't be cruel to Ao Satian. He brought Ao Satian to change his clothes. Thinking about how Holy Emperor always made Ao Satian so listless every time, Lan still felt his heart ache. However, Ao Satian did not cherish himself that much. Even if Holy Emperor really reproached Son of God, he would not do it. He might as well do as Ao Satian wished.