The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chenshun picked up a hammer at the corner of the table in his hand. Of course, why there was a hammer here, Xiao Chen didn't quite know.

The hammer was rusty, and the wooden handle was rotten, and it seemed to break at any time.

A trace of death engulfed on the hammer, and the hammer seemed to glow with a second spring, emitting a black light.

Xiao Chen grinned and walked towards the young man, frightened the young man uncontrollably trembling.

The young man wanted to escape, but he was desperate to find that the surroundings seemed to be covered with terrifying black threads.

The scene was exactly the same as he had just figured out.

The young man retreated step by step, Xiao Chen pressed harder step by step, and it was a bit funny between the two of them retreating.

"What do you want to do?" The young man was desperate.

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, grinned and said, "Juggling."

It looked like a big bad wolf seeing a little sheep, and the young man shuddered.

Lines of transparent silk threads crazily gathered around the young man, and the silk threads crisscrossed in front of him.

"I am a member of the Feng Family. If you dare to do anything to me, you will definitely receive the Feng Family's crazy revenge."

The young man threatened sternly, but with the trembling voice, perhaps he didn't feel confident when he heard it.

Xiao Chen shook the hammer, scornful, and didn't take the young man's words in his heart at all.

Xiao Chen passed through those silk threads gently, without even stopping for a moment.

Young people have never been so desperate, why is there such a monster here.

"Don't come here!"

The young man roared like a beast, tears and nasal mucus burst out, and everyone seemed to be frustrated in front of death.

"boom!"

The rusty hammer rammed the young man's head.

An ordinary hammer turned into a murderous weapon in Xiao Chen's hands.

Blood donation was splattered.

Xiao Chen tugged at the corner of his mouth and hit the young man's head with one hammer after another.

"A bug, right?"

"Killing doesn't blink, right?"

"Interesting isn't it?"

Xiao Chen babbled while smashing it.

The few people who survived looked scared, especially the saint. As the chosen person by God, she could very keenly perceive the terrifying and evil aura on Xiao Chen's body.

Like a huge evil dragon, swimming in the bottomless black pool.

And they are all helpless little sheep in front of the deep pool, and this evil dragon will rush out of the water at any time and swallow them whole.

"Kang Dang!"

Xiao Chen threw away the hammer in his hand and said with a smile: "Your dog's head is not as hard as you thought it was!"

The young man's head was smashed to pieces, and the white brain was mixed with red blood, which was unusually dazzling.

Xiao Chen clapped his hands, stretched out his hands and grabbed them in the air, and a series of black death breaths evaporated from the corpses on the ground and gathered in Xiao Chen's hands.

The lifeless thing is indeed not easy to collect, because no matter how strong or weak you are, there is only so little lifelessness, and everyone is equal.

If there were no widespread deaths, Xiao Chen would have some difficulties to improve his strength.

Xiao Chen's fingertips lingered a little bit of death, and he shook his head somewhat boringly.

"Lao Jin, let's go digging for treasures." Xiao Chen greeted Jin Xiangyu.

Jin Xiangyu, who was still in a daze, heard Xiao Chen's words, and his eyes burst into an astonishing brilliance.

"it is good!"

Jin Xiangyu didn't say a word, and came to Xiao Chen holding the fat orange.

"Can...can...take me?"

The saint looked at Xiao Chen with a little fear, but her instinct told her that it might be the best choice to follow the person in front of her.

Xiao Chen glanced at the saint diagonally. With that pitiful little appearance, Xiao Chen wanted to laugh.

"Yes." Xiao Chen readily agreed, without even mentioning any conditions.

This makes the saint a little dazed, why doesn't this person play cards according to the routine?

Xiao Chen's refreshment caused the eyes of the old and the young to burn.

The young man stood up, held his fist at Xiao Chen and said, "Brother, can we go on the road together."

"boom!"

The boy was slapped with a flower on his face.

The whole figure flew out like a kite with a broken line.

"Young Master." The old man exclaimed, flying around to catch the young man.

As a result, as soon as he got up, he got a kick on his butt, and slammed into the wall with the boy.

The two struggled to get up, and there was no injury, but this big ear scraping really hurts their self-esteem.

However, the young man still smiled and did not show any dissatisfaction.

The old man was furious, but suppressed the anger in his heart, and said warmly, "Why is this?"

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, "No, it's just that you are not pleasing to the eye."

As Xiao Chen said, he pointed to the young man: "Especially you, I am very annoying. Although I don't know why, you'd better stay away from me. I'm afraid I can't help but hammer your dog's head."

This is Xiao Chen, with an extremely perverse personality. Sometimes, the last moment he may still be talking well, the next moment he may blow up the opposite dog's head.

Had it not been for the young man's fortune, representing the future of the human race, Xiao Chen would probably slap him to death.

This is why Xiao Chen is called the most difficult emperor to deal with.

It all depends on feeling.

The old man blushed and felt a little aggrieved, just because he was not pleasing to the eye, can he slap people for this reason?

The old man looked at the saint and said, "What about him? Why do you agree that this woman will follow you, and that she is not a Chinese."

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and said, "Insane, the parents are so cute, and they are in a good mood when I look at them. I don't protect the beautiful women. Am I protecting you, a nasty old man? You fool.

After Xiao Chen said hello to the two women, he walked outside the door.

What happened in this house was like a farce, and in the end it was like a farce in Xiao Chen, and a hammer fell to the curtain.

The young and old in the room were still smiling, but their nails had already been pierced into the flesh.

He who was slapped in the face didn't care as much as it seemed on the surface.

He hadn't noticed it himself, the black silk threads flashed across his face, with an extremely evil aura.

...

"Today's Feng'er is very noisy." Walking on the Gobi, Xiao Chen frantically looked for words.

Jin Xiangyu couldn't help covering her mouth and smiled: "Where is the wind?"

Xiao Chen smiled, closed his eyes, and said mysteriously: "Listen."

The saint was also a little curious, closing her eyes like Xiao Chen, carefully feeling the changes in the world.

But she couldn't feel anything at all. Above the Gobi, it was as desolate as ever.

Jin Xiangyu looked into the distance, her face suddenly changed.

At this moment, even the saint felt a little abnormal, she seemed to really hear a little wind.

"The millennium, why is it a few days earlier?" Jin Xiangyu's voice was a little hoarse.

Xiao Chen looked at the dark night, picked up a woman in one hand, and rushed into the distance at great speed.