The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"This sentence must have been told to you by many people!" Xiao Chen teased with eyes full of eyes.

Qi Ya trembled all over, that's right, many people have said this to himself.

Those merchants who were robbed and killed, those fairies in the eyes of the world, they seemed to have said this sentence to themselves before they died or were sold.

"From now on, the villain will definitely be a good person, please be magnanimous and let the villain go." Life and death are at stake, but Qi Ya's articulateness became clearer.

"Good guy?" Xiao Chen couldn't hold back and almost laughed.

"What's the saying in my hometown?"

"Hmm...a golden belt for murder and arson, and no corpses for repairing bridges and roads."

"Good people don't live long." Xiao Chen raised his eyebrows at Qi Ya.

Qi Ya's heart felt cold when he heard it, seeing that it was impossible for Emperor Tuntian to let him go, thinking of this, Qi Ya's heart was full of unwillingness and anger.

I forbear it, it can even be said that I have lived for so many years, and I am about to turn over and sing as a serf. Who knew that such a thing would happen.

It is fate.

"Alas, do me a favor and kill this guy by the way." Xiao Chen smiled sweetly at the demonic Xiao Chen, who almost vomited it out on the spot.

The demonic Xiao Chen glanced at Qi Ya, just one glance, the coldness and lack of mercy in those black eyes caused infinite fear in Qi Ya's heart.

Even though infinite fear arose in his heart, the instinct to survive still stimulated Qi Ya.

Qi Ya tensed his whole body, trying not to let his voice tremble as he said: "A character like you, jumping out of the Three Realms and not entering reincarnation, should not interfere with the things of this world, it is against the Dao."

Originally, the demonic Xiao Chen didn't bother to kill this kind of rubbish, but these words doomed Qi Ya's death.

The word Tiandao accurately stepped on the minefield of the demonic Xiao Chen.

Demonic Xiao Chen and Dao have never been at odds.

Because Dao always wants to restrict and even suppress the uncontrollable Demonic Xiao Chen, and Demonic Xiao Chen also hates Dao's control and arrangement of everything.

The two guys can be said to be natural rivals, if the catastrophe was not approaching, the devilish Xiao Chen might have started fighting with Dao long ago.

Xiao Chen was delighted to hear it, and pointed his thumb at Qi Ya: "Could this be courage?"

Qi Ya felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said, but when he saw Xiao Chen's eyes becoming colder and colder, he knew that he might have made a big mistake.

"right……"

Before Qi Ya could say the last two words, he saw his body getting farther and farther away from him.

Looking at the crashing body, Qi Ya finally realized that his head was separated from his body.

Qi Ya didn't even feel any pain, and left this world forever.

It is really sad that a false emperor died so casually.

This is the cruelty of the world of practice. A difference in realm means a world of difference, an insurmountable gap, and life and death are in the hands of others.

Xiao Chen kicked Qi Ya's headless corpse into the void, cursing: "You're so cheap."

Looking at Qi Ya's dead head, Xiao Chen took out a stick from nowhere, directly stuck his head on the stick, and then put the stick on his shoulder.

This scene is really disgusting and scary.

"Young master, this is scary, why don't you throw him away?" Looking at Xiao Chen who was carrying a stick, Xiangsi couldn't stand this heavy-duty scene.

Xiao Chen said cheerfully: "Maybe this dead head is still useful, if you really can't see it, you can get into the arms of that big devil!"

Xiangsi looked at the demonic Xiao Chen, she wanted to, but didn't dare.

"Emperor, what about this girl?" Hong Ye hugged the little princess of the Mo family who was about to lose her life.

Xiao Chen approached the devilish Xiao Chen with a rascal face: "Handsome brother, this is a life-and-death disease, not a difficult and miscellaneous disease, you should be able to save it!"

Demonic Xiao Chen pushed away the close Xiao Chen, and said impatiently: "You know her."

"I don't know!" Xiao Chen shook his head.

"Oh." Demonic Xiao Chen closed his eyes.

"Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, little brother, don't you think about it." Xiao Chen started to play a rascal.

At this time, the little princess of the Mo family opened her eyes as if she had returned to the light, her face was blushing abnormally, and her spirits became better.

Looking at the odd-toothed human head stuck on Xiao Chen's stick, the little princess of the Mo family smiled at Xiao Chen, showing her white teeth.

"Thank you." The little princess of the Mo family said, shedding tears.

At this age, who would want to die, it's just that sometimes they have to die.

The blush on the girl's face quickly faded away.

The girl looked into the distance with nostalgia, countless stars shining brilliantly in the dark void.

She hasn't seen enough of the beauty of this world.

Xiao Chen stepped forward and looked at the girl's pupils, they were already dizzy.

Looking at Xiao Chen who was very close to her, the girl could even hear Xiao Chen's breathing, and a blush crept across the girl's face.

Xiao Chen rubbed the girl's head and said: "You are polite and well-behaved, young master, I need a little maid who serves tea and pours water, folds clothes and spreads quilts, would you like it?"

Feeling the warmth of Xiao Chen's palm, the girl's cold body rose a little.

The girl lowered her head and said in a voice like a mosquito, "Yes."

After the girl finished speaking, she smiled helplessly. She was about to die, so what difference did it make if she wanted to?

"Handsome brother, save my little maid, you are a good person, you will live to die." Xiao Chen ran up to the demonic Xiao Chen, howling with snot and tears.

The demonic Xiao Chen remained unmoved.

"Your grandma has a leg, you are shameless, don't you, hand over your things."

The demonic Xiao Chen remained unmoved.

"I kissed you, it's really a kiss if I don't give it to me again!"

Xiao Chen pouted, and moved closer to the demonic Xiao Chen's face.

"Sooner or later, I'll kill you." Demonic Xiao Chen opened his eyes, wiped his face in disgust, and popped out a small black ball.

The ball exploded, and a seven-color lotus appeared. The lotus slowly spun, sending out bursts of coolness.

"Seven-colored ice lotus." The demon lord stared at the boss.

The legendary god who can bring the dead back to life.

Without too many descriptions, just this sentence can reflect the value of the colorful ice lotus.

Using a fetish like the colorful ice lotus to save an irrelevant person, probably only someone like Xiao Chen could do it.

Looking at the colorful ice lotus, the girl's lax eyes suddenly brightened.

"boom!"

The seven-colored ice lotus exploded, turning into dots of fluorescent light and sinking into the girl's body.

A feeling of drowsiness struck, and the girl slowly closed her eyes.

"Sleep well, and make tea for my young master when I get up."

Hearing these words, the corners of the girl's mouth curled up slightly, and she fell into a beautiful dreamland.

The demonic Xiao Chen glanced sideways at Xiao Chen, then closed his eyes again.

Out of sight out of mind.