Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

In the late night of torrential rain, there is no sound in the quiet surroundings, only the sound of rain.

The moon is dark and the wind is high and the rainy night is a good time to kill.

Wang Hunzhuo lightly tied the rope on his hands, and slightly touched his fists, feeling the torrential power coming from his body, and a slightly stiff smile appeared on his old face.

"Boy, get out!"

The sound exploded in the rain curtain, like the bell ringing in Honglu Temple, shaking people's spirits and souls.

The young man didn't notice anything, maybe Wang Huozhuo avoided him on purpose.

"who are you?"

However, the young man who witnessed the old man's fairy tricks in front of him was still a little moved.

"Why, do you want to learn?"

Standing in the pouring rain, Wang Hunzhuo's isolated figure was like a cold pine standing on the top of a mountain on a snowy night.

"I studied?"

The young man froze for a moment, and the scar across half of his face trembled slightly.

"I'm learning ass."

He shook his head, "Seeing that you are old, weak, sick and disabled and still fighting with others, I want to remind you."

Wang Huozhuo was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, "Don't say anything depressing."

The lonely figure was slightly bent, as if something had bent the spine, and it looked like an old man in his dying years.

"Are you a high official?!"

The young man rushed into the rain curtain, and the sound of the raindrops being burned by the aura continued to be heard around him.

He raised his hand to touch the tears all over his face. As a little monster, his aura was not enough to support him against the wind and rain.

"That's it."

Wang Hunzhuo frowned slightly, trying to raise his hand to shield him from the wind and rain.

The reason why the little demon's aura is weak is that most of it is used to maintain the human form.

If you let it go on like this, you will easily end up with a dehumanized end.

"Can you say a word to the emperor for us grassroots?"

Young San turned slightly sideways, the innate agility of the Yaozu allowed him to avoid Wang's turbid aura.

"What?"

Wang Hunzhuo stood still, the raindrops in the whole street were not falling, they hung in mid-air like the ink that a painter scatter randomly with a brush.

"Open your eyes and look at this world!!!"

The young man put his hands around his mouth in a trumpet shape and yelled hysterically.

After shouting these words, his body relaxed, a bean-sized drop of water fell from his forehead, his body trembled slightly, and there was a fervent hope on his ferocious face.

Open your eyes and look at this world...

Wang Hunzhuo closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

This voice was like a thunderbolt exploding in his mind, and the shock of his soul could not be calmed down for a long time.

As the emperor's most trusted confidant, he should be a legitimate royalist, his heart should be as cold as snow, and the common people are just the steps before completing the great cause.

He seems to have never looked at the world with his eyes.

If it wasn't for tonight, Wang Huanzhuo might never have encountered such a little demon in his entire life.

Even though he was physically disabled, he still gave his meager salary to a beggar who hadn't eaten for a few days. Even though he was unhappy, he still cared about the community of the world.

He was a little moved, but more confused.

He wanted to look up at the towering Tianji Pavilion, the majestic building that could be seen no matter where in the capital he looked up.

He knew that Emperor Wu must be there, and he liked to observe the world most.

But he didn't.

Wang Huanzhuo walked forward, his rain-drenched clothes were tightly attached to his body, his messy white hair covered his muddy eyes, and he walked forward with a slight stoop.

Just like a bereaved dog.

"Let's go back."

The young man became a little anxious when he heard it, and hurriedly shouted: "You haven't answered me yet."

"I think he's heard it."

He has heard?

The young man lowered his head for a while, and when he raised his head again, there was no sign of the old man.

……

On the Tianji Pavilion.

The swaying candlelight swayed the black shadow, and the old man sitting in front of the railing remained silent.

"Emperor, Your Majesty, don't listen to that child's nonsense, the miscellaneous family will go and lock him up."

The hoarse male duck voice stirred up the silent atmosphere, and the old eunuch was sweating like rain. It was the first time he had seen the emperor in this world so silent.

"Fu'an, am I... really so unbearable?"

Emperor Wu's voice trembled, like a piano with broken strings.

Hearing the words, the old eunuch sighed silently in his heart, bowed his head and remained silent.

Emperor Wu looked at the violent wind and rain downstairs, where a figure of a young man was like the backbone.

The old hand patted the railing heavily, and the long beard kept shaking with the movement of the body.

It didn't cause any strong vision, as if it was just an ordinary old man venting the heavy silence in his heart facing the railing of Tianji Pavilion.

"Hey."

The old emperor sighed softly, lay down on the grand master's chair with a tired body, closed his eyes and said, "Fu'an, step back first."

"Yes."

Fu An turned and left, and when he went downstairs, he turned and glanced at the emperor who was pretending to be asleep.

Click!

The railing in front of him split open violently, and at the same time, a spring thunder as thick as an arm exploded violently in front of Emperor Wu, and the wrinkled face of Emperor Wu was illuminated by the silver snake with its fangs and claws.

There was a mixture of light and darkness in front of his eyes, and Emperor Wu had no intention of pretending to sleep.

When he came to the desk, he lifted the brush and dipped it in the ink, and wrote a line of big characters like this on the blank paper.

"Why don't you open your eyes and see the world?"

Emperor Wu smiled: "Well said."

Throwing down the pen, he collapsed on the floor made of fine fluff, listening to his dull heartbeat.

Fu'an didn't know that the words of the Yaozu young man were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart that was already riddled with holes.

Why not open your eyes and see the world?

Decades ago, I was also known as a Mingjun who can rejuvenate!

How come now, it has become the existence that everyone shouts and beats?
The South has domestic and foreign troubles, what would it be like without Zhen?
Emperor Wu put his hands on his face and sobbed softly.

"Could I, really be wrong?"

It's a pity that in the empty Tianji Pavilion, no one can answer this question.

In the dark night of heavy rain, no one will come to tell him the answer.

The wind and rain are still the same, and it seems that it is very unhappy to be overwhelmed by the heavy snow in the southern country.

Silver snakes danced wildly, and thunder roared.

The strong wind blew the copybook on the emperor's desk, and along with the wind, it floated to the rainy street through the windows on the top floor.

"Fu'an."

Hearing the voice of the emperor calling for him, the old eunuch quickly opened his eyes that were close together, their eyes flickering like a running angry dragon.

"Hey, Your Majesty, the servant is here."

"Go and bring that child, let me take a look..."

Emperor Wu was halfway through speaking, and suddenly interrupted: "Forget it, bring them all."

"Yes."

Fu'an lowered his head, concealing the shock in his heart, and walked out of the secret building quickly.

The world only knew that Emperor Wu's heir had disappeared in the chaos more than ten years ago, but they didn't know that his child had been found a few days ago.

One male and one female.

A prince, a princess.