The Rakshasa Ghost Emperor never makes a promise easily, but he will stick to his life for the oath he made.

Old Man Luo smiled with relief and helped him up. Then he waved his hand to his side, calling out a little boy with a white and jade-like appearance, and introduced: "This is your younger brother Luo Xiaoxing. He has grown a lot over the years, and now he is an elite disciple of the Dingtian Sect."

Luo Xiaoxing stared at his clear eyes and looked at his brother who had not seen him for three years curiously. Even though the person in front of him was very stylish and looked like a top-notch figure, perhaps the affection that was engraved in his blood made him not afraid when facing the other person. A sense of intimacy slowly flowed in his body.

Luo Dixing also stared at Luo Xiaoxing with emotion. After three years, although he had changed drastically, the changes in his younger brother were also quite large. In my memory, he was still the baby who chased him all day long and kept shouting for his brother to hold...

Through that tender face, Luo Dixing seemed to have seen a very far place...

That year.

The twelve-year-old Luo Dixing rushed home anxiously. His father stood in the room, quietly smoking a pipe. When he saw him coming back, he raised his head and showed a somewhat clumsy smile. He was slightly on his body, revealing a small cradle beside the bed. A baby was lying in it, holding a pacifier in his mouth, and was asleep peacefully.

Luo Dixing's eyes widened, and after a moment, a collapsed roar exploded on the roof: "So you specially called me back just to help me take care of a crying little guy? I'm very hard to practice every day now!"

At that time, he had just become an elite disciple. He was young and was so energetic that he seemed to be three feet taller than others when he walked. His biggest trouble every day was that when he didn’t have enough time to practice, his father actually asked him to come back and serve as a nanny for a baby?!

Old Man Luo smiled brightly, and it was obvious that the arrival of a newborn had injected great joy into him. As he walked up to pick up the baby, he tried to shake it twice.

"Oh, calm down. Look, this is your brother. Look how cute he is. Come on, you brother is also hugging me!" As he said that, regardless of Luo Dixing's fear, he stuffed the baby into his arms.

"Wow... don't... don't come over!" Although Luo Dixing initially screamed, after Old Man Luo completely let go, he subconsciously protected the baby in the cradle. Seeing his hands waving hard, a naive smile appeared on his little face, as if he was greeting him. In this way, he seemed to be a little cute.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. The little baby was only obedient for a while and started crying with a "wow". Luo Dixing was immediately in a hurry and looked at his father for help, and said anxiously: "Hey... he was crying! What should I do?"

Old Man Luo laughed secretly, took the bottle that had been prepared from the side and solemnly handed it to him: "At this time, you need to feed him milk..."

"Wait! You won't want me to even feed me! Dad, don't leave! Hey!..." The baby's loud cry was mixed with Luo Dixing's screams, while the old man Luo slowly turned his hand on his back and walked out of the room with a faint smile.

In the following few hours, the crying in the room still did not stop, and Luo Dixing also collapsed several times.

"Stop crying! Please let me be quiet for a while!"

"If you cry, I won't give you milk!"

"…Please stop crying!"

But even in such "mutual torture", when Old Man Luo came to see again, Luo Dixing was already skillful in holding his younger brother with one hand and holding a bottle with the other, and he seemed to have entered the "professional" field.

But since his birth, the little baby who had been crying constantly, was now sucking his pacifier honestly, with a clear and cute smile. After listening carefully, he could vaguely hear the syllable of "Brother...Brother..." in his vague mumbling.

...

Over the past four years, even if Luo Dixing is busy practicing, he will definitely take time to go home. When Old Man Luo was walking in the courtyard, he saw more than once. Under the setting sun, he was tirelessly teaching Luo Xiaoxing how he practiced over and over again.

"This is the way of boxing. I will demonstrate it to you first, and then you will try it again." After a brief introduction from Luo Dixing, he seemed to immediately enter the state of cultivation. A burst of light was lingering around his body, and the spiritual power fluctuated calmly and solidly. Luo Xiaoxing could see it from the side with a little understanding, and only knew how to applaud his brother's handsome appearance.

After a set of boxing techniques, Luo Dixing took a few steps back and at the same time winked at Luo Xiaoxing: "Hey, it's you."

...

"The arm is not straight enough, raise it again!"

...

"Wow...brother, it will hurt!"

"If you don't work hard when practicing, you will suffer much more in the future than now! Continue!"

...

"Brother, I forgot what the next move is. Can you demonstrate it again?"

"Think about it yourself! I can't remember that I'm not allowed to have dinner today!"

"Woooo...brother..."

"... Forget it. Then I will demonstrate it again, the last time."

When training his younger brother, Luo Dixing always maintained the highest strictness. When Luo Xiaoxing's movements were not standard, he would beat him hard. Old Man Luo was a little worried at first, but when he saw Luo Xiaoxing practicing martial arts, he did work hard day by day, which made him secretly relieved. Anyway, he didn't understand the practice, but probably this is their brothers' special way of getting along...

...

"Brother, I want a pony carriage!"

"Brother, I want a small wooden sword!"

Luo Xiaoxing is still a child, and he wants too many things. Luo Dixing really learned to do carpenter work for him. Now his family still retains many gadgets they made at the beginning, including the carriage that Luo Xiaoxing likes the most.

No one has seen the brothers of the Dingtian Mountains before when Luo Dixing was at home. And they would never have thought that the "Blood Rakshasa" who is always arrogant and ruthless would have such a gentle moment.

No matter how high he stands or how far he goes, there will always be a softest corner in his heart, which is reserved only for his family.

Three years ago, when the new Dingtian School was just established, Luo Dixing was wearing a black robe and hood, standing on a hill not far from the village, looking at the direction of his family from afar. His father was farming, and Xiaoxing was jumping around in the ground, everything was so peaceful and quiet.

Luo Dixing's eyes moved slightly, but then, he quickly lowered the brim of his hat and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I can't go back now, it will only attract the enemy. However, as long as you can live like this, you will be fine. Let me bear the storm of the outside world alone."

Before he could say goodbye to his family, he hurriedly embarked on the road to escape.

To this day, he has enough strength and status, and he is qualified to take on everything alone, from now on...

"No matter how famous you are now, it is all false to your father." Old Man Luo's weak voice pulled him back to reality, "It's so powerful that you are my son, you are still my son."

After sighing, Old Man Luo's gaze also showed a little distant: "You have been out there over the years, and I often wonder, when will you be able to marry a wife and have a grandson for our family?"

Luo Dixing's expression suddenly froze, and Luo Xiaoxing was already smiling and said, "Dad, you don't have to worry about this problem. The sisters who are willing to marry their brothers are enough to level the threshold of our family!"

Luo Dixing was embarrassed and punched Luo Xiaoxing in anger: "You are just talking too much!" Seeing his brother's aggrieved look, he seemed to be worried that he would be more serious. Although his expression had not changed much, he pretended to raise his hand casually and gently rub his head.

...

After several hours of narration, Luo Dixing walked out of the room again.

Originally, he wanted to propose to buy a luxury mansion in Tiansheng Kingdom so that his father and younger brother could move in. At the same time, he would also be accompanied by a group of guards from Tongtian Realm to protect their safety at any time.

This Tiansheng Kingdom is said to be the largest country on the spiritual continent. The headquarters of Tianxiao Pavilion and Jiuyou Palace were all built here. This also makes the land in the country worth every inch of land. The pursuit of many people throughout their lives is to be able to buy a real estate in Tiansheng Kingdom.

With Luo Dixing's current power, as long as he says, many real estate developers will compete to buy this matter for him. But Old Man Luo said that he had lived in the countryside for a lifetime, and liked the tranquility of the mountains and the harmony between the villagers and the relatives in the countryside. He really let him live in a luxury courtyard, but he couldn't get used to it. In the words of Old Man Luo, "As long as you have this kind of heart, your father is enough."

Luo Dixing was unwilling to go against his father's wishes, so he could only let them stay here for the time being to rest. At the same time, he was in a hurry to deal with this matter.

The Flame Ghost Emperor followed him strode and smiled heartily: "Hahaha, it seems that I'm really worth it this time. Can you actually see the cold-mouthed Rakshasa Ghost Emperor who usually has such a warm family side?"

Luo Dixing didn't answer a word. As soon as he stepped out of the room, his expression became cold again. Now, he was once again filled with a cold aura of "no strangers to approach".

The Flame Ghost Emperor still smiled and said, "Brother Rakshasa, I have a suggestion. Since our name has already hit it, it is better to be wrong... I mean, I have two friends from the ghost world. We can each use the four hells as the base to form an alliance, and the name is... "Four Ghost Emperor". At that time, our position on this spiritual world continent will definitely increase even more."

He had already vaguely said this on his way to come. Luo Dixing didn't even look back and said coldly: "It's so vague. I think you just want to borrow my fame."

The Firing Ghost Emperor's smile stiffened a little, and he soon chased him again: "Yes, Brother Luosha can only rely on himself to get the recognition of Tianxiao Pavilion, Jiuyou Palace, and even the ghost world. But we are humble and polite. If we don't climb a big backer in time, it will probably be difficult for us to survive..."

"What does it have to do with me if you can't survive?" Luo Dixing glanced coldly at him. He was silent for a while, as if he was thinking of his kindness this time, and his tone eased slightly.

"I am very grateful for saving my family. If you are in danger of your life in the future, I will save you once. However, there is no need to talk about the alliance. The name just happened to hit you, so just change it?"

At the beginning, when Luo Dixing had just entered the spiritual cultivation world, he fantasized about his success in the future, and the name he had planned was always "Raksha Star Lord". But in the Tianlan Secret Realm, after experiencing the illusion, he personally served as the Raksha Star Lord, and realized that he was pushed from the peak to the lowest point. Every time he recalled it, he felt that it was too unlucky. Later, because of practicing the ghost realm, he naturally took the title of "Ghost Emperor".

But even the name he had thought about was actually a coincidence with another person shortly after his debut, which really made him feel helpless.

The Flame Ghost Emperor deliberately joked: "Since the name has hit it, why didn't you change it?" But Luo Dixing didn't look at him at all, walked quickly ahead alone, and threw him far in a blink of an eye.

The Flame Ghost Emperor sighed, plunged his hands behind his head, and looked at the sky and sighed: "Ah, I don't speak at all. It's so cold and boring, just like the "Frozen Queen" in the past..."

Speaking of this, the Firing Ghost Emperor's face, which had always been careless, rarely showed a gentle look. Thinking of the person in his heart, a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Luo Dixing had gone further and further, and the Flame Ghost Emperor stopped chasing. He withdrew his thoughts and looked at his back. The smile on his face gradually became mysterious.

“…Ha, you will agree.”

...

Before Luo Dixing could walk out of the cave, a door at the corner was suddenly pushed open. A villager poked his head out and looked behind him, and seemed to have made a gesture. Then a large number of villagers rushed out in a swarm. He came to Luo Dixing, raised his smiles, and shouted:

"My Lord Ghost Emperor, now you are well-developed, but you must not forget us poor fellow villagers!"

"Yes, Lord Ghost Emperor, I gave your father three cooked eggs back then!"

"One day it was raining heavily, and your father fell in the field, but I carried him back in the rain!"

Looking at the villagers who were still trying to count their own achievements, Luo Dixing interrupted coldly, "I understand."

A group of villagers suddenly widened their eyes and held their breath. They were the ones they had grown up watching, and they were unwilling to let them know if they didn't open their mouths to ask for some benefits; but he is now the Rakshasa Ghost Emperor, and even if he speaks, he can't force him too hard. Now everyone's mentality is in such a dilemma.

In such an atmosphere, Luo Dixing spoke again: "What do you want, make a list for me. I will try my best to satisfy those who can be satisfied."

Although they are very clear about the thoughts of these people, they are their own villagers after all. What’s more important is that their father will live with them in the future. So it is also necessary to give them some benefits first so that they can be grateful.

After finally letting go of a breath, all the villagers' faces were filled with joy: "Oh, Lord Ghost Emperor is so polite! How embarrassed this makes us!"

Luo Dixing didn't say much to them anymore. His eyes quickly turned to a child standing alone outside the crowd.

Duan Ling leaned against the wall, looking at him timidly.
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