Chapter 15 Not My Father

"You, you are Chen Sihai."

Chen Xiao finally spoke.

And his heart didn't fly out of his mouth.

"Child, I am, I am Chen Sihai, I am your dad!"

A free and unrestrained middle-aged man suddenly seemed to enter a Qiong Yao drama, "Child, let Dad take a good look at you. More than twenty years have passed in a flash. Your father really didn't expect that there would be a day to see you again."

Chen Xiao was silent, his heart filled with mixed feelings. It was hard to express his feelings in words at the moment.

If he had to be specific, it would be that he felt uncomfortable, but he couldn't say exactly where the discomfort came from.

"Child, have you been doing well all these years? Tell Dad, how have you been?"

Chen Sihai moved a chair and sat down opposite Chen Xiao.

"You abandoned me back then, and I was picked up by my mother and taken home. She raised me, and because of me, she never married."

Chen Xiao said in a flat tone, but anyone could hear the resentment in his words.

"Child, back then, back then your father had no choice..."

Chen Sihai looked remorseful, his eyes darting around, not daring to meet Chen Xiao's gaze. "Back then, your father was like a clay bodhisattva crossing a river, barely able to save himself. I had no choice but to give you, to give you away, otherwise, it would only harm you..."

Chen Xiao frowned, "So what exactly happened back then? Can you tell me?"

"Alas, it's all in the past. The trouble has already been resolved, child, so don't ask."

Chen Sihai's face was full of vicissitudes, and a hint of intolerance flashed in his eyes, as if he was unwilling to recall the events of that year.

"Child, let your father take a good look at you. You've suffered so much all these years. Your father is sorry for you..."

Chen Sihai stood up, reached out his hand, and wanted to hug Chen Xiao.

Chen Xiao didn't dodge, and Chen Sihai hugged his son.

"The last time I held you was more than twenty years ago."

Chen Sihai said excitedly.

"Is that so... then do you remember exactly how many years ago it was?"

Chen Xiao suddenly asked with a sneer.

"Uh, this..."

Chen Sihai hesitated for a moment, "It's been too long, your father can't remember clearly. It's not important anymore, is it?"

"Of course it's not important."

Chen Xiao said with a sneer, "Because you're not my father at all!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Xiao suddenly punched Chen Sihai in the abdomen.

Bangalangalang—

Wood blocks and sawdust scattered all over the ground.

"You..."

Chen Sihai looked down, the vitality on his face rapidly fading, turning into a wooden face.

At the same time, his hands, feet, and body all turned into wood.

This Chen Sihai was just a puppet!

The puppet turned back into a puppet, lost its vitality, and fell to the ground.

And Chen Xiao's figure flashed, and he disappeared from the spot.

When he reappeared, he was in another room.

A white-robed sorcerer was frantically stuffing a puppet about half a meter tall into a bundle.

After Chen Xiao appeared, he snatched the puppet and said coldly, "You think you can fool me with a marionette? Chen Sihai thinks too little of me!"

The white-robed sorcerer in front of him looked flustered, and his eyes revealed fear and dread, obviously not Chen Sihai himself.

Chen Xiao grabbed his neck and sternly questioned, "Tell me, where is Chen Sihai!"

The white-robed sorcerer's face turned red, and the fear on his face became more intense.

"I don't know, I don't know anything, please, don't kill me, I don't want to die..."

This white-robed sorcerer was more timid than Chen Xiao had imagined. Chen Xiao only intimidated him slightly, and he was scared to death.

"Hmph, you don't know anything? Why would I keep you alive if not for the New Year?"

Chen Xiao was very irritable, feeling a sense of shame and anger at being deceived.

However, at this moment, a white light suddenly flashed in the white-robed sorcerer's eyes, and the next moment, his pupils turned pure white.

"Hehe, son, I didn't expect us to meet in this way. I was just playing a little joke with you just now, I hope you don't mind."

The white-robed sorcerer said with a sneer.

"Chen Sihai?"

Chen Xiao sized him up.

He knew that this was not Chen Sihai himself, but that he had used some means to occupy the body of this white-robed sorcerer.

"You don't need to look for me, I'm not here. I'm in a place very far away from you."

Chen Sihai said playfully.

"A very far away place, what place is it?"

Chen Xiao asked in a deep voice.

"Do you think I would tell you? My foolish son!"

Chen Sihai laughed.

Being called 'foolish son' by Chen Sihai, Chen Xiao wasn't angry at all.

Because from the beginning, from the first time he heard the name 'Chen Sihai', he had already determined that the other party was not his relative, but his enemy.

This feeling came very inexplicably. At first, Chen Xiao felt that the reason he hated that person was just because he hated the other party for abandoning him.

But slowly, Chen Xiao realized that his hatred and disgust for that person were not because he had abandoned him.

That kind of hatred and disgust was innate!

It wasn't until he heard the name 'Chen Sihai' that this hatred buried in Chen Xiao's heart awakened.

"I am not your son, and you are not my father."

Chen Xiao stared at the other party and said word by word.

Chen Sihai pouted, "Say what you want, but the reason you were able to come to this world is all thanks to me, so from this point of view, I am indeed your father!"

"You, were created by me!"

Hearing these last few words, Chen Xiao's head buzzed.

Created, created, created...

In Chen Xiao's mind, these words were constantly repeated. At the same time, he also remembered that Wu Xiang had once told him that he was not human at all.

"What are you looking for me for now?"

Chen Xiao tried to calm himself down and thought about Chen Sihai's purpose.

"Use your clever little brain to think about it, what else could I be looking for you for?"

Chen Sihai sneered.

"Sacred Relics."

Chen Xiao already knew the answer to this question, "You left the Yin-Yang Jade by my side just to have me help you collect the other three Sacred Relics!"

Chen Sihai didn't deny it, "You're not too stupid. This kind of question that any normal person could figure out is indeed not difficult for you."

Chen Xiao ignored his sarcasm and continued, "Five Sacred Relics, and now four are in my hands, so you knew where the last Sacred Relic, the God-Slaying Sword, was long before you left the Yin-Yang Jade by my side!"

"Oh? That's a good association, child, you really make your father look at you with new eyes. Then why don't you guess again, where exactly is the God-Slaying Sword?"

Chen Sihai raised his eyelids, his tone full of frivolousness.