Chapter 1029 What the foster father wants

Seeing Zhao Yin, Zhou Lili breathed a sigh of relief.

A sweet smile blossomed on her fair little face, and she walked quickly towards Zhao Yin.

Zhou Lili understood that Zhao Yin had won this battle.

In this world, as long as he is safe, it is the greatest blessing!

Zhao Yin turned his palm, took out the remaining two SSS-grade purple crystals, and put them into Zhou Lili's hand.

"Xiaodao and you, one each."

"Is this... SSS-grade amethyst?"

Zhou Lili saw the attributes clearly with her clear eyes and looked up in surprise: "Did you get it by killing the four-winged angel?"

Zhao Yin nodded and explained the most important effects and usage of SSS-grade amethyst.

Zhou Lili didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Only then did I realize that the potential of the human race is far more than this.

“Honey, such an important treasure…!” she whispered.

Zhao Yin didn't wait for her to finish: "The stronger your body evolves, the healthier our children will be in the future."

Zhou Lili understood the preciousness of SSS Amethyst. She gently stroked her slightly arched belly and finally nodded.

She turned around and went to deliver purple crystal to Song Xiaodao.

Zhao Yin took a step forward and walked towards the writer king in the distance.

"Father!"

"Your wife is an extraordinary person!"

The writer king slowly turned around, his kind eyes fell on Zhao Yin's face, with a smile in his eyes.

Zhao Yin understood what he wanted to say and nodded.

"She has unlocked a talent called reproduction."

Even the Book King had never seen a female extraordinary person pregnant.

However, for Zhao Yin, shocking things seemed to be everywhere.

The Book King searched through his space bracelet but couldn't find a decent gift.

As Zhao Yin's adoptive father, the old man felt that ordinary treasures were too low-level as a gift to his adopted grandson.

It was impossible for him to give away his most impressive map of the world.

A trace of embarrassment appeared on the old man's pale face.

"When he is born, ask me to drink."

Zhao Yin smiled and said, "As my foster father wishes."

Zhao Yin took out a table and chairs and placed his most precious food on them, including meat of various species of wild beasts, wild crab sauce, and steamed wild bear paws...

Various extraordinary wines were also taken out, and the king who wrote the invitation was invited to take a seat.

The king of books was not polite either, he picked up the wine glass and drank with relish.

After three rounds of wine, the writer, the king, said.

"Zhao Yin, you saved your adoptive father again." The old man's eyes became more kind and gentle.

"My foster father came across the border with a seriously injured body. If he hadn't killed the four-winged angel, even if I didn't die today, my hometown would have been lost. It was my foster father who saved Zhao Yin!" Zhao Yin said gratefully.

Ever since the Book King came alone, Zhao Yin understood that the Ninth Battlefield might have encountered a big problem.

The old man is a king, but he was seriously injured and did not bring any soldiers with him... This favor is very heavy!

The Book King seemed to be looking towards the south of the oasis inadvertently, where was the demon Jianmu forest.

His gaze fell on the clone of the ancestor spirit.

“This giant tree is very special.”

Zhao Yin didn't care, nor did he hide it: "Godfather, now that is one of my clones."

The King of Writers had seen one of Zhao Yin's clones before.

In fact, the first person who met the Book King was Zhao Yin’s second clone.

But there was still a flash of surprise on his face.

Because of the ability to clone himself, he is already a top-level existence in the psychic power field, at least at the SSS level!

The ability to clone oneself is extremely rare among humans, and there are only a handful of such abilities in the past millions of years.

Moreover, most clone abilities can only create one clone.

That in itself is an extremely heaven-defying thing.

Based on the author's experience and knowledge, he only knew that there was only one exception.

He is the blue-armored king of heaven!

Only her clone ability can create multiple clones...

Obviously, Zhao Yin has more than one clone here.

The king who wrote the book did not point it out, and it seemed like he said it casually.

“Its life form is very special.”

When Zhao Yin heard this, he immediately felt the same way.

"Foster father, to be honest, the origin of this clone is also someone you know. It was originally a root of the God of Decay."

"The Demonic Wood God?" The tone of the Book King finally fluctuated.

He searched for thousands of years, and the only information he found about the life of the ancestors was the demon wood god.

But the demon wood god was too corrupt and had already fallen from the level of life...

"But is your clone a real ancestor spirit?" asked the Book King.

He had only vague doubts when he read the information of Guo Xianling's clone before.

"Godfather knows about the ancestors?"

After Zhao Yin asked this question, he suddenly understood.

The old man has lived for tens of thousands of years, so he is naturally knowledgeable.

Zhao Yin was worried that no one would ask about the secret of the life of the ancestors.

Zhao Yin narrated the incident in a concise and clear manner.

He also told me that later he used the same method but only got a water spirit wooden man.

The life class is far inferior to the incarnation of the ancestor!

Upon hearing this, the Book King frowned.

"How can humans cultivate ancestral spirits? There must be something you don't know...!"

Before he finished speaking, the Book King suddenly thought of something and slowly raised his head to look at the sky.

Zhao Yin also followed his gaze and instantly understood something.

"It's him?"

"The greatest king of all time, perhaps only he can write like this!" said the king with a complicated look.

As for what method King Mo used to create such a miracle...

Perhaps, only that myth, which should have been lost in the long river of history, knows the truth.

Zhao Yin was lost in thought for a long time. In the mouth of the writer, the king also called King Mo an old man.

My godfather is such a great man, and when he mentions King Mo, he reveals his admiration and yearning.

So, what was that old man in nothingness like countless years ago? How amazing was his talent?

At this moment, a feeling of inferiority suddenly arose in Zhao Yin's heart.

The writer and king in front of us is the living history of the human race.

The one in the sky is even more of a myth...

Compared with the two old men in front of him, he, Zhao Yin, the beast god as others called him, was like a joke.

The writer king deduced that it was King Mo who made the move in secret, and he was completely certain that it was truly an ancestor spirit!

After hesitating, he couldn't help but speak.

"My child, your foster father has something to ask of you. Even though it is too much for you, your foster father... has no other way out!"

After saying that, King Mo stood up, clasped his hands together, and bowed solemnly to Zhao Yin.

Zhao Yin was shocked and quickly stood up, helped the old man up, and bowed deeply with his fists clasped.

"Godfather, from an ethical point of view, you are the father and I am the son!"

"As for your kindness, you, as a king, crossed over to come here and almost died for me. Your kindness is as heavy as a mountain...!"

"If the news of your great gift were to spread, I'm afraid the entire human race would come together to condemn me!"

"If my foster father needs anything, Zhao Yin will provide it to him. I will do my best to the best of my ability!"

The writer king looked at Zhao Yin with a complicated expression.

With his ten thousand years of experience, how could he not see that every word Zhao Yin said was from the heart.

He recalled the dramatic encounter with the young man in front of him...

Adopting him as one's adopted son was just a matter of course.

He never thought about what else he could get from this adopted son.

For four thousand years, he suffered every day and his life was worse than death... He was not afraid of hardship or death.

But if he dies, the situation in the Ninth Battlefield will inevitably become even worse, and hundreds of millions of human beings will suffer even more.