The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

For a long time, even a place that Xiao Chen didn't dare to venture into, as long as it was contaminated with a little, it was a big cause and effect.

But now from the young man's words, it is not difficult for Xiao Chen to analyze that the complete Xiao Chen used to go upstream in the long river of time.

The most important thing is that the complete Xiao Chen may not be watching everything in the long river of time as a bystander.

The complete Xiao Chen might have changed the course of historical development at some point in time.

What is called boldness? This is called boldness. Perhaps boldness can't describe this kind of behavior. This is nothing but death.

Xiao Chen now has every reason to believe that the reason why the complete Xiao Chen is divided into three is because it has been contaminated with the great cause and effect of the long river, and has to do it.

At this moment, Xiao Chen even thought of one thing.

It was in the silent river above the earth that Xiao Chen had gone through a long river of time in order to save the little girl from the Ma family, and also found a part of the time that had been erased in the long river of time.

Xiao Chen always believed that the long period of time that was cut off was a "good thing" done by the exotic red tentacles.

Xiao Chen didn't think much about it at that time. Now that he thinks about it carefully, the red tentacles have no strength to cut off a part of the time.

Xiao Chen can now speculate that the truncated part of the time is long.

It was because the complete Xiao Chen had fought against that great horror in the long river of time when he went upstream.

The length of time that was cut off was probably the trauma left after the war.

If it is a complete Xiao Chen, there is still that great horror, absolutely capable of doing this step!

Connected like this, then it makes sense.

Xiao Chen looked at the boy and frowned, "But I don't want to worship you as a teacher."

Xiao Chen thought he was not a good person, but he was definitely not a bad person either. At least good and evil were clearly distinguished.

The teenager's personality is distorted, his hobbies are extremely unique, and his actions have actually surpassed the category of human beings.

Even he always referred to those monks as insects, no matter how strong the young man was, Xiao Chen didn't want to associate with such people.

The young man said aggrieved: "Why? Isn't this what you asked for? I have been waiting for you for countless years."

Xiao Chen couldn't bear to look at the boy's lost look.

The age of the warrior was far from his own, but the young man had waited for countless years without hesitation, and he had to say that Xiao Chen admired it.

Xiao Chen thought for a while and said, "Then can you talk about the ins and outs of the matter? In the end, I will judge, do you worship you as a teacher?"

Hearing this, the boy's emotions fell again.

The teenager thought for a long time, and finally looked at Xiao Chen, and then took Xiao Chen to sit on the bed.

The young man held Xiao Chen's hand and said softly, "My name is Zhang Jing. The age when I was born is called the Age of Stars by later generations..."

The young man said slowly, talking about everything about himself.

...

"Jing'er, don't run around."

On the bustling street, a graceful woman bargained with the stall owner while greeting the naughty children around her.

A simple and honest man looked at the mother and son with a smirk.

The woman couldn't catch the little guy, and angrily pulled the man's ears: "Look at you, it's all you spoiled."

The man grinned in pain, bent over and kept talking nice things to his wife.

While talking nice things, the man made faces at the seven or eight-year-old kid next to him.

With this funny look, the funny boy giggled.

The teenager smiled so happily and so carefree.

Suddenly the clear sky turned red, and the disaster came so suddenly and cruelly.

A blazing light blasted down from the sky, and then the child saw everything collapsed.

The frightened child suddenly felt a warmth, a familiar feeling, the embrace of the mother.

The mother held the child and protected the child under her.

Then the child saw his father's face, his father's face was full of expressions he couldn't understand. It took many years for the child to understand that the expression was called Juran.

The father hugged his mother, and the mother hugged herself. Before the fire swallowed everything up, his parents held up the hope of life for him.

The child was frightened and forgot to cry, just staring blankly at the scorched father and mother.

Soon a heavy rain fell, and the child heard some footsteps and voices.

"Dead."

"Ok."

"Why are you so careless to introduce the power of the stars into the city?"

"Master, I'm sorry, but the power suddenly got out of control."

"Fine, it has happened, there is no need to be too entangled, lest it affect the mood, just pay attention next time..."

The voice of speaking gradually faded away, and the child crawled out from under his father and mother's remains. He saw two figures floating away.

The child knows that those two people are gods, the kind who fly in the sky.

When bragging with friends, the child will always say that one day he will also become a god.

But now, the child does not want to be a fairy.

Looking at the remains of his parents, the child felt hatred for the first time. This hatred was so strong, so strong that everything was weak compared to this hatred.

This hatred was like a storm, blowing up in the child's heart, and refused to disperse it.

This hatred became stronger and stronger, and even led to the resentment of those dead souls.

Throughout the city, the grievances of tens of thousands of people seemed to have found a catharsis at this moment, flooding toward the children.

The sky and the earth changed, and a large number of black clouds began to gather above the broken city.

All the grievances rushed into the child's body, and the child's body seemed to be filled with rivers, greedily absorbing these grievances.

The child's eyes gradually became blood red, the corners of his mouth split towards both sides, and the neat teeth became as sharp as blades.

The child let out a stern roar like an evil spirit, shaking the sky.

"It turns out to be an evil spirit."

A voice came suddenly, followed by an attack for no reason.

The child moved quickly, lying on all fours like a small beast, avoiding the brilliant light like a star.

"The legendary evil ghost image is terrifying as soon as it is formed, and it will become a catastrophe in the future."

Another voice sounded, joining the team to encircle and suppress the children.

Gradually, there were more people talking, and so did the brilliant light. Everyone who saw the child would say, "You can’t keep it.

The child roared frantically, his small body thrusting from left to right, but he could not break through the encirclement.

Those "fairies" seemed to be addicted to play, and the children rushed there, the way was cut off.

They kept driving the child away, seemingly wanting to exhaust him to death like this.