The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen fell asleep groggyly during the chat between Death God and Liu Su Mingyue.

When I opened my eyes, I only felt an amazing softness.

"Little son, are you awake?"

The soft voice of the **** of death came into Xiao Chen's ears.

Xiao Chen shook his head in a daze, and his fuzzy eyes gradually became clear.

The beautiful face of the **** of death appeared before his eyes.

Xiao Chen realized that he was actually held in his arms by the Death God, and the warmth he felt was naturally the soft chest of the Death God.

Xiao Chen comfortably rubbed Death's magnificent chest with his small face.

Suddenly a small figure plunged into Xiao Chen's arms, it was Tassel Mingyue.

Liu Su Mingyue wiped her tears with a look of guilt.

"Brother Great, I'm sorry..."

Xiao Chen smiled and patted Tassel Mingyue's head gently: "Don't let me hear these three words in the future."

"But..." Liu Su Mingyue became more and more sad.

"It's okay, it's okay, am I still alive?" Xiao Chen sat up from Death God's arms, and put the sad little guy on his shoulder.

Only then did Xiao Chen realize that he was actually on top of the wave of death tide, and the death tide was moving forward and seemed to be on the way.

And behind the death wave was a big guy with three legs.

It was the strange rhinoceros caught by Flying Death.

This big guy, babbling after the death tide, rolled his eyes tiredly.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Chen asked curiously.

"Find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters for you to practice." The **** of death smiled and pointed to the distance.

Although Xiao Chen took the road of martial arts, he didn't have any requirements for the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

But after all, a good environment can still make people happy physically and mentally.

At the end of his gaze, a lush mountain appeared, enveloped by colorful clouds and fairy spirits.

"This world has been contaminated by the devilish energy of the great demon, is there such a blessed place?"

Xiao Chen asked curiously.

"There is no absolute thing in the world. Even in the dark and silent void, there will be light. It is not surprising that a blessed land appears here."

Grim Reaper said with a smile.

Xiao Chen nodded, "God has the virtue of good life, and it will always leave a ray of life to the creatures."

At this time, Wu Wudi and Heifeng didn't know where they came from.

Hei Feng saw Xiao Chen wake up, and howled like a pig.

"Brother Chen, you are awake, I thought you just slept like this? I even thought about your epitaph. How about the first emperor who was poisoned to death by mushrooms!"

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, knowing that this dead pig was also an unabashed thing, and was too lazy to talk to him.

"Is Wudi okay?" Xiao Chen asked while looking at Wu Wudi.

Wu Wudi shook his head, just looking enviously at Xiao Chen in Death's arms.

Xiao Chen felt a little funny, but it seemed that he was still thinking about his mother's request on her deathbed.

Let him find a wife earlier and give birth to a fat boy.

Xiao Chen suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "Nothing is invincible, sooner or later there will be a wife."

"On the earth, I found you two daughters-in-law, both big beauties."

"One is called Qin Wanqing, and the other is Huangfu Fangling. After a few years, when we go back, you go and have a look. If you are satisfied, you can try it."

Xiao Chen was also able to talk about it. It was obviously for Wu Wudi, an autistic guy, who was looking for a heir to martial arts, but now he just said he was a little daughter-in-law.

Wu Wudi laughed rare, and gave Xiao Chen a thumbs up.

Heifeng's face was dissatisfied, and he shook his little **** without his tail.

"Brother Chen, what about me? This time, brother, I don't even have my tail. You are responsible for my lifelong affairs."

Xiao Chen looked at the fleshy round buttocks, and felt that without the tail, it seemed to have become even more adorable.

The only regret is that I can't carry his tail and play with the windmill in the future.

Xiao Chen remembered the strange aesthetics again, and rolled his eyes and said, "You have a problem with your aesthetics. I'll talk about it when it's normal."

"What's wrong?" Heifeng grumbled dissatisfiedly.

Xiao Chen then learned about what happened after he was unconscious.

Only then did Xiao Chen realize that he had been in a coma for two full months.

Although the poison in his body has been resolved, some of the poison has invaded the bone marrow and cannot be eradicated.

And what was even more strange was that the poison after mixing had actually branded Xiao Chen's soul.

This kind of brand new poison made Xiao Chen a home, and lived in peace of mind.

In other words, Xiao Chen became a poisonous person.

Xiao Chen's blood, sweat, and saliva were all highly poisonous.

Except for Xiao Chen, the master.

If someone else's is contaminated by Xiao Chen's blood, they will be instantly poisoned to death.

When Xiao Chen was asleep, the **** of death experimented with the sweat on Xiao Chen's body.

A drop of sweat actually poisoned everything in a big pond, turning that pond into death.

The toxicity is so violent that it is simply appalling.

"Fuck, then I won't be near strangers?" Xiao Chen looked depressed.

The **** of death smiled and pointed at the tassel Mingyue on Xiao Chen's shoulder.

"In fact, as long as there is no contact with body fluids, such as saliva, blood, and sweat, there is no problem. You see this little guy is fine."

Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, this is acceptable.

Xiao Chen had encountered a natural poisonous person before, but the real stranger shouldn't come near.

Because of that kind of poisonous person, even the exhaled breath can turn others' poisonous people on their backs.

"This new poison on your body is very weird. Not only the poison is the only thing I have seen in my life, but it also has a terrifying damage to the soul.

The **** of death raised Xiao Chen's little hand and gently squeezed out a drop of blood.

Xiao Chen's current blood had also returned to a normal red color.

Death put the drop of blood on his palm.

A horrible scene happened.

The blood instantly invaded the death god's body, and the death god's body instantly turned gray-black, full of scars of fear.

This appearance was almost exactly the same as when Xiao Chen was most poisoned.

Xiao Chen immediately realized the problem.

Reaper is not physical, she is the state of the soul.

The beauty in front of her, but the appearance of her during her lifetime, was transformed by the **** of death himself.

Is this kind of poison so terrible that it can kill the spirit body?

Soon the **** of death returned to its original state and smiled.

"This kind of poison is very powerful, although it does no harm to me at this level."

"But if you can make good use of it, it will be a big help for you when you grow up."

"One way of martial arts is too singular and boring. It is also very good to practice this poison when you have time."

As the **** of death said, from the tide of death below, he took out a black scroll and handed it to Xiao Chen.