The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"Did you marry voluntarily?"

These words, like spikes, kept piercing Bai Ziyan's heart.

How can a practitioner who is committed to the Tao be willing to marry?

Bai Ziyan raised her head, under the heavy rain, her makeup had already been spent, her pale face and bloodless lips made her look like a weak flower in a storm.

Looking at Xiao Chen's cute face, Bai Ziyan couldn't say it, or those two words.

"No".

She was afraid, afraid of hurting Xiao Chen, afraid of hurting the child she raised.

"You, are, self, willing, marry, person, of, do you?"

Xiao Chen asked this sentence again, word by word.

Xiao Chen, who was furious, was extra patient today.

There is only the sound of pouring rain in the world, and everything is quiet and terrible.

This sentence pushed Bai Ziyan to the brink of collapse and became the last straw that crushed the camel.

"You, are, self, willing, marry, person, of, do you?"

Xiao Chen's immature, firm voice sounded again.

Xiao Chen knew that Bai Ziyan, his mother, was definitely unwilling.

But Xiao Chen would force her to speak out by herself, speaking out loud.

Bai Ziyan burst into tears and slowly squatted to the ground, burying his head in his legs.

Xiao Chen looked like a bully, forcibly raising Bai Ziyan's face, making Bai Ziyan look at him.

"You, yes, self, willing, marry, person, of, are you?" Xiao Chen asked again.

Bai Ziyan shook his head and muttered: "I am, I am, I am voluntary."

A smile appeared on Long Yan's face, and the old woman opened her toothless mouth with relief, and those visitors nodded in satisfaction.

The pouring rain stopped abruptly.

Xiao Chen smiled like a wolf.

"Hey."

Xiao Chen drew out the short knife hung behind his waist, the knife was named Poison Soul.

Xiao Chen gently hugged Bai Ziyan and kissed her forehead gently.

Xiao Chen's soft lips made Bai Ziyan tremble.

"Mother, you say it again, the rain was too heavy just now, the child did not hear clearly."

The black short knife, cold like a snake's letter, made everyone's minds chill.

A little purple scorpion jumped to the ground, staring at the crowd, his small eyes were full of viciousness.

Bai Ziyan hugged Xiao Chen tightly, tears kept hitting Xiao Chen's face.

Xiao Chen gently kissed Bai Ziyan's face and between his eyebrows.

"Speak out loudly, say it, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I am the Great Emperor, Emperor Tuntian."

Xiao Chen said softly.

"Big girl, don't be afraid, speak out, speak out, tell this bunch of bastards, that you don't want to."

Liu Wangtian, lying on the ground, growled hysterically like a mad dog.

"Miss Bai, don't be afraid, Huangquan Road will eventually be accompanied by someone, so you won't be alone."

The old scholar stroked his beard lightly, although he was seriously injured, he was still calm.

"Amitabha..." The Withered Master struggled to get up, chanting the grand Buddha's name.

The first son behind him, the elders, knelt heavily on the ground at this moment, shouting.

"Sovereign, we are not willing, tell them we are not willing."

The sky suddenly cleared up at this moment, and a ray of sunlight shone through the clouds and shone on Bai Ziyan's body.

At this moment, Bai Ziyan had the courage, and Bai Ziyan hugged Xiao Chen tightly, struggling to stand up.

She looked at Long Yan, her eyes full of resentment and determination.

"You have to think clearly before you say it." Long Yan smiled, like a polite son.

Bai Ziyan gritted his teeth and roared word by word.

"I, no, yes, self, willing, marry, person, of."

The voice spread far, far away, echoing among the mountains.

Xiao Chen's face that had always been calm suddenly twisted, like an evil ghost.

Xiao Chen pushed away Bai Ziyan, tearing her wedding gown.

Bai Ziyan's white arms were exposed, and they looked very beautiful in the sun.

"No? Why don't you wear this dress?" Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and said, "Because you are afraid."

Xiao Chen pointed at the people of Jinghua Sect and yelled madly, "You are afraid that they will die, right."

Xiao Chen's sudden change of face made Bai Ziyan stay on the spot, bewildered.

Xiao Chen's extremely perverse character was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

"Why should you be afraid? Go up and hit them, bite if you can't beat, or die if you can't bite, why should you be afraid, why?

Xiao Chen twisted his face and smiled grimly.

This is the most annoying part of Xiao Chen's character, because he always imposes his own way of doing things on others.

The little purple scorpion on the ground creaked.

"Woo~Don't do this, I'm afraid." Liu Su Mingyue wiped her tears and gently patted Xiao Chen's face.

Bai Zi looked at Xiao Chen blankly, there were so many people behind her, how could she not be afraid.

Xiao Chen suddenly turned around, pointed the short knife in his hand, pointed at the people in Long Yan, and screamed: "You rude beast, kneel down for Laozi."

A red, **** mist steamed up on Xiao Chen's body, and Xiao Chen's eyes turned into weird red and green colors.

A series of complicated, mysterious patterns are constantly outlined on the face.

The murderous aura that tore the world and the earth, the suffocation, the crowd could not breathe.

Everyone looked at Xiao Chen in horror, clearly unable to feel the breath of any practitioner, why there was such a terrifying pressure.

With this terrifying pressure, everyone's knees kept bending.

"Plop, plop..."

Long Yan, his "dog", and the visitors who watched the excitement, finally couldn't resist the pressure and knelt on the ground.

Long Yan's complexion was red, and his eyes were staring at Xiao Chen, how could he accept such a humiliation.

Xiao Chen gently lifted Bai Ziyan and helped her straighten her messy long hair.

"I will help you and kill them all."

Bai Ziyan was in tears, nodding her head, killing, killing all.

Xiao Chen's words made everyone like an ice cave.

The old woman who had been invincible before, shaking the skin like an old bark, eyes full of viciousness and fear.

Generally, the more people who do bad things, the more afraid of death.

"Little guy, Xinglongzong is not something you can provoke..."

The old woman's "的" hadn't been uttered yet, and a figure with a red blood mist arrived in front of her.

"Old bastard, did the emperor let you talk?"

The old woman almost vomited blood out of anger. He was so insulted by someone so insulted that he was a half-step and endless power.

And he was still scolded as an old beast by a child who seemed to be eight or nine years old.

But the old woman's anger was destined to be unspattered, because Xiao Chen's anger was not something she could bear.

Xiao Chen jammed the old woman's neck and dragged the old woman out of the crowd like a dead dog.

Xiao Chen threw the old woman between Long Yan and Bai Ziyan, and smiled grimly.

"This emperor's sword technique is unparalleled in the world."