The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

For a long time, even Xiao Chen didn't dare to set foot in a place, as long as it was contaminated a little, it would be a great cause and effect.

But now, from the young man's words, it is not difficult for Xiao Chen to analyze that the complete Xiao Chen once went upstream in the long river of time.

Most importantly, the complete Xiao Chen may not be watching everything in the long river of time as a bystander.

The complete Xiao Chen may have changed the course of history at a certain point in time.

What is audacity, this is called audacity, maybe even audacity can't describe this kind of behavior, it's a big death.

Now Xiao Chen has every reason to believe that the reason why the complete Xiao Chen was divided into three is because he was tainted with the great cause and effect of time, and he did it as a last resort.

At this moment, Xiao Chen even thought of one thing.

It was in the river of silence above the earth that Xiao Chen entered the river of time in order to save the little girl from the Ma family, and he also found a part of time that was erased in the river of time.

Xiao Chen always believed that the long period of time that was cut off was a "good thing" done by the exotic red tentacles.

Xiao Chen didn't think much about it at that time, but now that he thinks about it carefully, the red tentacles don't have the strength to cut off part of the long river of time.

Xiao Chen can now speculate that the truncated part of the time is long.

It was probably because the complete Xiao Chen had fought against that great terror in the long river of time when he was going upstream.

The long truncated time is probably the trauma left after the war.

If it was the complete Xiao Chen, with that great terror, he would definitely be able to do this!

Connected like this, then it makes sense.

Xiao Chen looked at the young man, frowned and said, "But I don't want to take you as my teacher."

Xiao Chen didn't think he was a good person, but he was definitely not a bad person either, at least he had a clear distinction between good and evil.

But the boy's personality is distorted, his hobbies are extremely unique, and his actions have actually surpassed the category of human beings.

Even he kept referring to those monks as bugs, no matter how strong the young man was, Xiao Chen didn't want to be with such people.

The boy said aggrievedly: "Why? Didn't you ask for this? I have been waiting for you for countless years."

Seeing the young man's lost look, Xiao Chen couldn't bear it.

The age of warriors is far from his own, but the young man has waited for these countless years without hesitation, and Xiao Chen has to say that he really admires him.

Xiao Chen thought for a while and said: "Then can you tell me the ins and outs of the matter, and I will judge in the end, whether to worship you as a teacher?"

Hearing this, the boy's mood fell again.

The young man thought for a long time, finally looked at Xiao Chen, and then pulled Xiao Chen to sit on the bed.

The young man held Xiao Chen's hand and said softly: "My name is Zhang Jing, and the era I was born in is called the Age of Stars by later generations..."

The young man spoke slowly, talking about himself.

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"Jing'er, don't run around."

On the bustling street, a graceful woman was haggling with the stall owner while calling out to the naughty children around her.

A simple and honest man looked at the mother and son with a smirk.

The woman couldn't catch the little guy, so she grabbed the man's ear angrily: "Look at you, it's all because of you."

The man grinned in pain, bent over and kept saying nice things to his wife.

While saying good things, the man grimaced at the seven or eight-year-old child next to him.

This funny look made the amused boy giggle.

The teenager smiled so happily, so carefree.

Suddenly the clear sky turned red, and the disaster came so suddenly and so cruelly.

A blazing light blasted down from the sky, and then the child saw everything collapse.

The frightened child suddenly felt a warmth. It was a familiar feeling, it was the mother's embrace.

The mother held the child and protected the child under her body.

Then the child saw his father's face, which was full of expressions that he couldn't understand. It took many years for the child to understand that expression was decisive.

His father hugged his mother, and his mother hugged himself. Before the fire engulfed everything, his parents held up his hope of life.

The child was so frightened that he forgot to cry, and just stared blankly at the burnt father and mother.

Soon a heavy rain fell, and the child heard some footsteps and voices.

"Dead."

"Um."

"Why are you so careless, introducing the power of the stars into the city?"

"Master, I'm sorry, the power suddenly got out of control."

"Forget it, the matter has already happened, so there is no need to be too entangled, so as not to affect the mood, just pay attention next time..."

The voice of talking gradually faded away, and the child crawled out from under the remains of his parents. He saw two figures and drifted away.

The child knows that those two people are gods, the kind that fly in the sky.

When bragging with friends, children always say that they will become a fairy one day.

But now, the child doesn't want to be a fairy anymore.

Looking at the remains of his parents, the child felt hatred for the first time. This hatred was so strong that everything was so weak compared to this hatred.

This hatred was like a storm, blowing up in the child's heart and refusing to dissipate.

This hatred became more and more intense, and even drove the resentment of those dead souls.

The grievances of thousands of people in the entire city seemed to find an outlet at this moment, and rushed towards the child.

The situation in the world changed, and a large number of black clouds began to gather above the broken city. The wind howled and the resentment surged, just like the end of the world.

All the grievances rushed into the child's body, and the child's body was like a sea of ​​rivers, greedily absorbing these grievances.

The child's eyes gradually became blood red, the corners of the mouth were split towards the sides, and the neat teeth became as sharp as sharp knives.

Like an evil ghost, the child uttered a mournful roar that shook the sky.

"It turned out to be an evil ghost."

A voice came suddenly, followed by an attack for no reason.

The child moved quickly, landing on all fours like a small animal, avoiding the star-like light.

"The appearance of the evil ghost in the legend is so terrifying when it is formed, and it will become a catastrophe in the future."

Another voice sounded, joining the siege of the children.

Gradually, more people spoke, and so did the brilliant lights. Everyone who saw the child would say, "Monster, don't keep it."

The child roared crazily, his thin body flung left and right, but he was still unable to break through the encirclement.

Those "fairies" seem to be addicted to playing. When children rush there, the road will be cut off.

They kept driving the child away, as if they wanted to exhaust him to death.