The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

A little black cat appeared along Leng Xiaolu bouncing around.

The little black cat meowed happily when he saw Xiao Chen, and suddenly jumped over Xiao Chen's shoulder.

The little black cat's behavior aroused strong dissatisfaction with Xiao Chen's neckline little milk cat.

The little milk cat waved her short legs to scratch the black cat, but the legs were too short to reach.

The black cat looked at the small milk cat like a bag, and Le's eyes narrowed.

With a smile on Leng Xiaolu's face, Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and said, "Xiaolu, come over."

Leng Xiaolu jumped happily when he heard Xiao Chen call himself over.

As a result, as soon as he reached Xiao Chen's side, Xiao Chen straightened his face: "Why are you smiling?"

Leng Xiaolu saw Xiao Chen's stinky face and was a little at a loss, lowering his head and curling the corners of his clothes with his hands.

Xiao Chen slapped his forehead, this **** girl's heart burst!

"Stand up, head up, chest up, **** up."

Leng Xiaolu subconsciously followed Xiao Chen's words, but his cheeks were flushed with shame and his face was like a peach blossom.

Xiao Chen's clan covered their eyes, "This should not come back."

"From now on, the dignified lord of **** will answer in a shameful manner all day long. From today I will teach you the way of the king."

Xiao Chen still likes Leng Xiaolu very much. Of course, this is not love, it's just the kind of love an elder has for a younger one.

Xiao Chen was satisfied with Leng Xiaolu's performance several times, once in the Silent River and once in his own home.

In the face of the enemy, this seemingly weak little boy showed amazing toughness and cold-bloodedness.

Leng Xiaolu also heard General Baima mention the matter of entering the Lord's Hell, but he was a little confused and didn't mind it.

Now that Xiao Chen mentioned it again, Leng Xiaolu scratched his head and asked, "Brother Xiao Chen, what do you mean by the Lord of Hell?"

Xiao Chen didn't intend to hide it from Leng Xiaolu. Sooner or later he had to know about it, so he knew it earlier so he had some preparation in his heart.

Xiao Chen repeated what General White Horse had said, what **** was reopened, and the cycle of reincarnation restarted, and Leng Xiaolu was stunned for a while.

Finally, Leng Xiaolu pouted and said reluctantly: "Why do I not want to be a king?"

Xiao Chen almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood, the brain circuit of this guy was also strange.

Such a big pie falls on his head and is still a hundred unwilling. It is worthless in his eyes that other people crying grandpa and telling grandma can't ask for it.

As for why it happened to be Leng Xiaolu, Xiao Chen felt that it was probably because his own soul was the **** of yin, and he was born to suppress evil things.

There is also such a big pile of purple luck on his head. If you don't get a Wang Dangdang, you are sorry for that luck.

After all, Leng Xiaolu is the kind of people who are lucky enough to explode. Xiao Chen guessed that this guy just lay on the bed and didn't move, and he might have a chance to hit his head.

"Oh, how nice it is to go to hell, to be a mountain king, a lot of attendants all day long, wind and rain, rain and rain, and a lot of glamorous female ghosts, isn't it beautiful."

After hearing Xiao Chen's words, Leng Xiaolu grinned and almost cried: "I don't want to go to hell, I don't want a female ghost."

While talking, Leng Xiaolu lowered his head, his voice getting smaller and smaller, "I just want to stay here, next to Brother Xiao Chen." In the end, the voice was almost inaudible.

"What are you talking about, speak up."

Leng Xiaolu's face flushed red, and he said in a panic: "No...no...nothing to say."

"Well, I'll talk about it later. From today on, you will follow me to learn the kingly way."

Xiao Chen thought for a while and felt that something was wrong. His domineering behavior was completely inconsistent with the king's way, and there was even a conflict.

"Little Longer, Little Longer..." Xiao Chen called to the black knife, and finally called out the indifferent prison dragon.

Seeing the prison dragon, Leng Xiaolu opened his mouth in surprise, and suffocated a sentence for a long time, "Okay, what a beautiful sister."

"sister?"

Xiao Chen looked at the prison dragon with a weird look. This Nizi didn't know how long she had lived. It could be tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even millions of years. As long as the sword of the prison dragon was not destroyed, she could even Keep living, this is the real immortality.

Calling such an old undead sister always makes Xiao Chen a little weird.

But what was unexpected to Xiao Chen was that when he heard the name Sister, the corners of the prison dragon's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a sign of laughter.

This is simply the flowering of the iron tree. It seems that as long as it is a female, regardless of whether it is a human or a demon, it has this habit.

"Little Longer, this little guy is handed over to you, you know a lot, teach this little guy how to be a qualified king."

After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he fell back on the chair and straightened up the corpse.

After the prison dragon hooked the corners of his mouth for the first time, he quickly recovered that indifferent expression, and his body exuded that Ruoyouruuowu aura of killing.

Leng Xiaolu's spiritual sense was so strong that he instantly sensed that this heroic sister in front of him was as unattainable as a mountain, and he was a small grass under that mountain, insignificant.

Leng Xiaolu looked at Xiao Chen, who was quite corpse, and said with a weeping voice: "Brother Xiao Chen, I'm afraid."

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "You are afraid of a hammer, you are a boy, and Xiao Longer is a girl. If you are afraid, Xiao Longer is also afraid."

The prison dragon rolled his eyes and waved his hand, and a series of connections began to appear on the black knife, and a black whirlpool appeared on the black knife blade.

The prison dragon took Leng Xiaolu's hand, unexpectedly gentle, which made Xiao Chen very uncomfortable, he didn't have this treatment, it was really cheap, such a bastard.

The black whirlpool sucked in the two of them and disappeared completely into this world.

Xiao Chen looked at the two disappeared, and slapped his thighs in admiration: "My little Longer is smart, saying a thousand things and ten thousand. It's better to let the little guy be the king himself, and use the illusion to create a country, let Leng Xiaolu went to the mountain king at the time, then everything is solved!"

Xiao Chen happily slapped the prison dragon's flattery, and his figure gradually disappeared in place.

Little bun shop.

The butcher's figure seems to be getting more and more bloated. Today's business is not so good. The butcher is sitting in front of the shop, holding a few buns in his hands and sighing.

Those little sisters who come and go on the road also don't come to buy a bun. How can they develop well because they can't keep up with the nutrition?

The butcher somewhat sadly threw a bun into his blood basin, and then smashed his mouth with some unsatisfactory meaning.

"Dead fat man, life is very comfortable!"

A familiar voice sounded, and the butcher shuddered subconsciously. He immediately piled up a smiling face and shouted: "My lord, my lord, you want to kill me."

When he said that, he rushed to give Xiao Chen a loving hug, but he went quickly and returned quickly. The whole fat body smashed into the bun shop, a mess.