The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

As Xiao Chen said in his mouth, the dead air overflowing from his hand began to slowly spin and shrink.

Gradually, these dead spirits were gathered together, forming a black ball the size of a thumb.

The little black ball floated slowly over Mo Xiaoxiao's head.

With the appearance of the little black ball, Mo Xiaoxiao's hideous face showed waves of panic.

Although Mo Xiaoxiao has no consciousness of his own right now, he is instinctively afraid of something that can threaten him.

Mo Xiaoxiao began to struggle frantically, his body was indeterminate, but in any case he could not turn into black smoke to escape Xiao Chen's hand.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly burst into black energy, and these black energy rushed to the little bead frantically. These black energy were Mo Xiaoxiao's resentment.

"Gluck..."

The tingling voice in Mo Xiaoxiao's throat began to ring frantically.

As the resentment in Mo Xiaoxiao's body diminished, Mo Xiaoxiao's odious face gradually changed.

The gentle and virtuous woman in the past gradually appeared in front of Xiao Chen.

Mo Xiaoxiao's scarlet eyes also gradually regained their clarity.

But with the loss of Mo Xiaoxiao's resentment, her body gradually became transparent.

What Li Gui relied on was the support of that grievance. If the grievance was gone, then it would not be far from the disappearance of the smoke.

"What are you doing, you will let Xiaoxiao's soul fly away."

Wang Nanxu ran back at this time, covered in mud, looking very embarrassed.

Wang Nanxu watched Xiao Chen **** the grievances from Mo Xiaoxiao's body, his eyes turned red, and his body's energy flowed frantically, causing a violent wind to blow around him.

"boom!"

A slender figure fell in front of Wang Nanxu.

The prison dragon looked at Wang Nanxu coldly, stretched out a finger, and put a finger on Wang Nanxu's forehead.

Looking at the slender jade hand against his forehead, Wang Nanxu's whole body was like an ice cave.

The surge of Qi on his body was also under this finger, and he was completely quiet.

Moreover, these own auras, no matter how her master mobilizes, she is no longer willing to show any movement.

"Kneel down and die." The icy voice of the prison dragon pierced Wang Nanxu's eardrums, causing her to collapse instantly to the ground.

"Oh, my little ancestor, just go and lie down, will I sing to you later, okay? I want to listen to Facebook, or Avanti, whatever you choose, if I frown, it's your grandson."

Xiao Chen's voice sounded, and Xiao Chen helplessly picked up Mo Xiaoxiao, who had recovered his sanity on the ground, but had become transparent.

Xiao Chen stood in front of the prison dragon, really afraid that this guy would crush Wang Nanxu to death with one finger.

"Great Emperor, please respect yourself." The prison dragon returned to the front of the black knife after speaking.

"Self-respect, self-respect, not only do I respect myself, but I also love myself!"

Xiao Chen muttered, putting Mo Xiaoxiao in his arms to the ground.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoxiao's whole body glowed from the starting point, like the clusters of fireflies in the dark night, unusually beautiful, this was a sign that the ghost was about to dissipate completely.

With a faint smile on Mo Xiaoxiao's face, she looked at Wang Nanxu with a dull face.

"Nan Xu, long time no see." Mo Xiaoxiao finally said this sentence that he had practiced over and over again.

Mo Xiaoxiao fantasized about the appearance of Wang Nanxu's goodbye countless times.

She hoped it was autumn, and she took Wang Duoduo's hand and walked on the path covered with fallen leaves.

Wang Nanxu was holding a bunch of autumn chrysanthemums and suddenly appeared in front of her. At this moment, a gust of wind blew up the sky full of fallen leaves.

Say these four words at that time "Long time no see."

Wang Nanxu looked at Mo Xiaoxiao, who was glowing all over his body, and burst into tears.

"Where are you crying?"

Xiao Chen waved his hand impatiently, and Wang Nanxu rolled out like a spinning top.

"Xiao Chen..." Mo Xiaoxiao looked helplessly at Wang Nanxu who was rolling out, and said quietly.

"Don't talk, annoying, it's like a farewell party in the middle of the night."

The death aura in Xiao Chen's hand burst out suddenly, and these death auras turned into tiny threads and continuously penetrated into Mo Xiaoxiao's body that was about to disintegrate.

Gradually, the fluorescence on Mo Xiaoxiao's body dissipated, and the transparent body gradually solidified.

Wang Nanxu, who had crawled back from a distance, watched this scene and wiped away the tears on his face.

Tears mixed with mud made her face flowery, but at this moment, Wang Nanxu broke into a smile.

Not long after, Xiao Chen stopped the death air transport in his hand, looked at Mo Xiaoxiao, who was no longer in trouble, nodded and said: "It's okay, as long as you don't die in the future, just continue to practice slowly like this, and you will get better day."

"thanks, thanks."

Wang Nanxu knelt on the ground and kept kowtow to Xiao Chen.

"Thank you for the hammer, and take Wang Duoduo that little idiot and get out. Right away, right away." Xiao Chen replied in an angry voice.

Wang Nanxu nodded heavily and ran into the house in a hurry.

Xiao Chen licked his face and walked to the prison dragon, rubbing his hands a little embarrassedly: "Little Long'er, is there anything on your body that can break the glazed glaze without dirt?"

"No." The prison dragon replied simply and neatly.

"How about lending me a few hairs?"

"Don't borrow."

"The Canglong Horn..."

"I don't know, don't borrow, there is nothing."

"Puff." Xiao Chen almost didn't spray out a mouthful of old blood.

At this time, Wang Nanxu walked out of the house holding the sleeping Wang Duoduo.

Mo Xiaoxiao hurriedly greeted him, and the family of three hugged each other, crying with joy.

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and waved his hand, and Wang Duoduo, who was sleeping in Wang Nanxu's hand, flew into Xiao Chen's hand.

Xiao Chen pulled Wang Duoduo's fat face, and the lifelessness in his hands began to wander Wang Duoduo's body.

A strange pattern was formed on Wang Duoduo. These patterns formed in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.

Xiao Chen sighed while controlling his deathly wandering, "Poor baby, I have called my brother for so long, but I can only watch you walk towards the fire pit and there is no way, my great emperor's. The name simply doesn’t match the name."

"Poor baby, he is destined to be a tragic fate at birth..."

"Snapped."

A golden horn the size of an adult's thumb suddenly fell on Wang Duoduo's face.

Xiao Chen happily picked up the horn: "I know that my little Longer is a bodhisattva heart."

Wang Duoduo was awakened by the trumpet. He looked at Xiao Chen sleepily and said, "Brother Xiao Chen, I just dreamed of my mother."

"You dream of a hammer." Xiao Chen put Wang Duoduo on the ground.

Xiao Chen pulled out the little guy's right hand, and then gently stroked Wang Duoduo's palm with his fingertips. A wound that was not deep appeared, and a trace of blood flowed out of the wound.

"Liu...Liu...Blood, Brother Xiao Chen." Wang Duoduo looked at his palm and stammered and shouted, unexpectedly forgot to cry.