The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

No one answered Xiao Chen, they just tightened the reins and clenched the sword.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Xiao Chen started to run, and the earth quivered rhythmically with the sound of footsteps.

The huge city gate collapsed suddenly, and under this violent force, it was as crisp as a piece of rotten wood.

Xiao Chen took the remaining cavalry and rushed towards the most majestic and tallest building in the city.

February 24th.

Liao Moon Black City.

Before dark.

The sky was dark, it seemed darker than at any time of the day.

A group of people who came to die, rushed into the darkness, so cold that even the blood seemed to have frozen.

They want to rush.

How far can they go? Where should I rush? How far can I rush to break the anger in my heart?

Who can answer these questions for them?

No one can answer for them, so they can only rush until they die, or the other person dies.

...

The wind is violent and cold, very fast and extremely cold.

Because he is on a high place, at the highest point of Liaoyue City.

A young man stood here, pale and smiling.

He smiled and looked at everything in the city. He was the master here, the city lord of Liaoyue City.

He likes to be called him, Lord Liaoyue, because this name is both nice and can declare his status.

Lord Liao Yue likes women, especially beautiful women.

Of course, men like beautiful women.

But Lord Liaoyue felt that all the beautiful women in the world should be his own, because he felt that he was strong enough.

If you can't get it, it doesn't matter, then grab it.

A middle-aged man with a gloomy expression stood by his side respectfully.

"He said they were all here to die?" The young man laughed.

"Yes." The middle-aged man also laughed.

Maybe they laughed differently.

But Lord Liaoyue thought that they meant the same thing when they laughed, "Those stupid ants."

"You think it's funny too?" The young man waved his hand gently.

A group of beautiful women slowly walked out from the hall behind them.

Although they are all smiling, they are as stiff as walking dead.

Wine, food, and beauty are really great things in life.

Middle-aged people do find it funny, but what they laugh has a different meaning.

"I think we will die today." The middle-aged man smiled more and more happily, and looked at the women who were like walking dead.

Lord Liaoyue's face suddenly changed, and his handsome face suddenly became ugly.

"boom!"

The body of the middle-aged man suddenly flew out.

Hit the pillar hard, and the pillar collapsed.

Blood rushed out wildly.

The middle-aged man was still smiling, looking at the women: "You are saved."

Lord Liaoyue laughed again and moved his fingers gently.

The middle-aged man seemed to be pinched around his neck by an invisible hand, and his whole body was lifted up.

"I should be good to you, why do you want me to die?" Young Master Liao Yue was a little confused.

The middle-aged man's face turned blue and purple, and he tremblingly touched the back of his butt.

There is a wine gourd there.

He wants to have a sip of wine, he wants to warm his cold body with cold wine.

But he has run out of strength.

"You are not the real demon, the demon is not like you." The middle-aged man's mouth evoked the last hint of sarcasm, and slowly closed his eyes.

Lord Liaoyue threw away the body of the middle-aged man and clapped his hands.

He suddenly pinched the neck of the woman next to him, and his face became as hideous as an evil spirit.

"Tell me, what is a demon?"

Even though the woman was pinched, she was still smiling, but she did not answer this question.

The sky was getting darker, the evening bell was ringing, and the aroma of porridge and rice wafted from the Xiangji kitchen in the backyard.

Several beautiful maids are preparing food for the evening.

Of course Lord Liaoyue doesn't need to eat, but he likes to eat, especially with a group of beauties.

Lord Liaoyue watched the woman in his hand turn purple, and released his hand distressedly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I don't know, I don't know, let's go eat!"

Lord Liaoyue looked at the "lively" city and snapped his fingers lightly.

In the darkness, a large number of silhouettes jumped up extremely fast.

...

In the city, the cavalry led by Xiao Chen rushed straight towards the tallest building in Liaoyue City.

They encountered a lot of obstacles.

A large number of soldiers blocked their way.

Xiao Chen seldom takes action, because the men behind him need blood to wash away his anger.

Only when encountering a practitioner, Xiao Chen would kill him.

People are walking less and less, and blood is getting more and more.

In the end, standing in front of the city lord's mansion, there were only a dozen people left, and Xiao Chen who took the lead.

Xiao Chen looked back and saw that almost the entire army was wiped out.

Xiao Chen cracked his mouth and smiled: "Actually, I don't care about these things. The appearance of sentient beings, the acting of sentient beings, and the various states of the world, can't be all beautiful."

These rough guys couldn't understand what Xiao Chen was talking about, because they were not standing high enough.

They only know that there are grudges and grievances.

Xiao Chen slowly unwrapped the white cloth covering the pity common people.

"But I really like you guys, and I like it."

Xiao Chen looked at the huge City Lord's Mansion and grasped the hilt of the knife.

"So I think I should help you through the last journey, you can't all die here, otherwise, who will tell the next generations to listen to the stories in the future?"

Xiao Chen gently lifted the pity common people, and a lot of weird patterns emerged on his body.

"Blood shock."

A dazzling blood-red light bounced from the tip of the knife.

In the city, those flowing blood seemed to be called by some kind of mysterious.

The blood came back to life, they neighed, roared, gathered together, and turned into a big blood bird.

It rushed to the place where Xiao Chen was, with a monstrous blood.

The entire Liaoyue City, just so suddenly lit up.

The red blood light illuminates every dim corner.

The civilians leaned out of the room and watched the scene of destruction of the world. They all knelt down and kept praying.

But they don't know that sometimes destruction is the beginning of rebirth.

The huge blood bird came straight.

"go with."

The huge blood bird swept across the city lord's mansion, broke through the shady scene, rushed into the sky, and finally turned into a beautiful **** firework.

A glimpse of Jinghong is like a dream.

Under this beauty, the City Lord's Mansion burst apart.

Only a table, a table of good food, a group of beautiful women, and the Lord Liaoyue were left in the ruins.

Young Master Liaoyue waved his hand gently, and the cracked cover around him suddenly disappeared.

He smiled, got up from the chair, and bowed respectfully to Xiao Chen.

"Can you let me finish this meal?"