1061: 484: The Truth!
Suo Lun Acknowledges His Father!
1061: 484: The Truth!
Suo Lun Acknowledges His Father!
The great chieftain of the Foreign Tribe Army from the Chira Tribe almost looked exactly like father Suo Long.
The word “father,” almost slipped out of Lanling (Suo Lun)’s mouth.
Although Count Suo Long was not his real father, Lanling felt that he was a very great man.
Not only that, he also felt a very strong sense of identity with the Suo Family.
Even though he had returned to his identity as Lanling, the na was largely just a moniker.
In his heart, Tianshui City was his ho in this world, and the Suo were his kin.
Thus, Count Suo Long was his father.
Even Dina noticed sothing off about Lanling, and then she carefully studied the faces of Lanling and his adoptive father.
After that, she was surprised to find that the two of them looked quite alike.
When looked at separately, you might not notice, but standing together, one would find that their facial features and contours were indeed very similar.
However, the adoptive father appeared valiant and robust, while Lanling was handso and delicate.
And after Lanling’s demonization, his facial features had also changed a lot, becoming more like those of the Demon Race, which was why Dina did not realize he looked like his adoptive father when she first saw him.
Therefore, such resemblance could only be recognized by those who were very close.
“Adoptive father, do you have any estranged sons?” Dina asked.
The great chieftain of the Foreign Tribe Army glanced at Lanling’s face and said: “The resemblance is indeed there, especially the contour of the face, but I do not have any sons.”
Lanling concealed the shock in his heart and asked with a trembling voice: “May I ask, are you a human?”
“Of course not…” the great chieftain replied: “I am of the Suo Tribe People!”
After that, his eyes fiercely narrowed, and he clenched his fists tightly.
“Crackling…” Suddenly, nurous scales began to grow rapidly across his entire skin, highly durable scales, almost impervious to sword and spear.
Lanling said in astonishnt: “Then, may I ask, what is your na?”
“Suo Mo!” the great chieftain replied.
He also had the Suo surna?
What exactly was going on?
Lanling asked, “If I may be so bold, how old are you this year?”
“Fifty-six!” Suo Mo replied.
Indeed, the sa age as Count Suo Long.
“What?
Young brother, have I reminded you of soone from your past?” Suo Mo said.
Lanling nodded and said: “You almost look exactly like him.
If it weren’t for the fact that the person has already passed away, and that you are of a foreign race, I would really have thought you were the sa person.”
If it were before, Lanling might have considered it a coincidence.
But the reason Suo Ningbing looked exactly like Lanco was due to the manipulation of the Dragon Temple, intended to lure out the master of Yao Xing as bait.
Thus, Lanling firmly believed that there were no coincidences in this world.
“Are you sure you are not human, or were once human and turned into your current form due to so kind of mutation?” Lanling asked hoarsely.
Suo Mo looked at Lanling seriously and said: “Co with .”
Then he brought Lanling and Dina out of the infirmary and into the cave where he lived, with Dina standing guard outside the cave to prevent anyone from entering.
Suo Mo poured a cup of wine for Lanling and said: “It’s made from spoiled fruit, tastes bad, and normal people might get diarrhea after drinking it, but we demon descendants don’t care.”
Lanling took it and sniffed, it was indeed terrible wine, almost slling sour.
But Suo Mo drank it as if it were the finest delicacy, showing great reluctance after finishing.
Lanling drank it in one gulp, then closed his eyes.
It was the worst wine he had ever tasted, almost undrinkable at the first sip, but it had an okay aftertaste.
“Child, you said I resemble soone from your past, is that person your father?” Suo Mo asked.
Lanling hesitated for a bit, then nodded.
Suo Mo said: “He is no longer in this world?”
Lanling nodded and said: “Yes, he has been dead for more than four years.”
Suo Mo said: “Strictly speaking, I am not of the Suo Tribe, I even don’t know what race I belong to.
I am an orphan, and since a young age, I never knew who my parents were, raised by a couple from Suo Tribe.
I was covered with scales since I was little until I started to practice martial arts in my teens, and only then did these scales gradually fade.”
Having said that, Suo Mo poured another cup of wine for Lanling, hesitated for a while before deciding not to pour one for himself, reluctantly capping the bottle.
This poor quality wine, he treated like a treasure, too precious to drink.
Lanling now also began to carefully taste the inferior wine, cherishing it as well.
Suo Mo continued: “The Suo Tribe is a Near-Human Tribe, very similar to humans.
Not far from Barbaric Gorge, near the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, like other Near-Human Tribes, the Suo Tribe People are very gentle.
Although close to the Human Kingdoms, they rarely start disputes or wars, and they loved peace.
They enjoyed hunting, fishing, and even farming.
Although I am not a Suo tribesman, my adoptive parents treated as their own, even though I looked different from Suo children, those kids still played with , and I had many good friends in the Suo Tribe.”
Seeing Suo Mo’s eyes begin to redden, Lanling handed over the half-finished cup of wine to him.
Suo Mo hesitated, took the inferior wine and sipped, continuing: “The Suo Tribe People are not strong in martial arts, so in my twenties, I beca one of the few masters of the Chira Tribe.
My chieftain gave his only daughter to in marriage.
Of course, it wouldn’t have mattered if he hadn’t, because she took to bed when I was seventeen.”
Instantly, Lanling thought of his old father Suo Long, who was almost bedded by Queen Yanchuo.
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