The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"Little Longer, what we are focusing on now is one, democracy, equality, and freedom. From now on, don't let people kneel down at every turn."

Xiao Chen stood at the intersection, babbling about the black knife on his shoulders, if he didn't explain clearly, according to the prison dragon's temperament, he might have made any moths.

At this time, the night was already dark, and Xiao Chen muttered to himself at the intersection like a neuropathy. If someone saw him, he would probably think that this man came out of a psychiatric hospital.

At this time, a whirlwind blew up out of thin air and kept spinning around Xiao Chen.

The wind was very strange. Looking at the surrounding scenes, the trees didn't move at all. It seemed that this wind was only around Xiao Chen.

The temperature dropped suddenly at this time, and ice crystals even appeared on the grass beside Xiao Chen.

"presumptuous."

The figure of the prison dragon appeared from the black knife, his expression extremely cold.

A phantom of a black dragon instantly formed behind the prison dragon, and the huge coercion instantly crushed that yin wind.

"Little ghost, dare to offend the great emperor." The cold voice of the prison dragon dispersed.

Xiao Chen frowned, suddenly remembering that today is Mo Xiaoxiao's soul-returning night.

Xiao Chen stopped the imprisoned dragon about to run away and whispered: "Little Longer, don't be angry, don't be angry, this is how it is."

Xiao Chen patiently told about Mo Xiaoxiao's affairs, and finally vowed to promise that this was the last time he was nosy, and he persuaded the prison dragon who was about to run away.

Xiao Chen looked around, and the yin wind that had been crushed by the prison dragon blew again at this time, and this wind entangled Xiao Chen constantly.

A woman's face, like a rumor, appears from time to time in the wind.

When Mo Xiaoxiao died, the three souls and seven souls should have completely dissipated, completely losing contact with this world.

But Xiao Chen forced Mo Xiaoxiao to feel resentment, hoping that Mo Xiaoxiao could become a ghost with the help of the powerful resentment.

Moreover, Xiao Chen left Mo Xiaoxiao's grievance mark on him, so that when Mo Xiaoxiao returned to the soul night, he would definitely come to take revenge.

As long as Mo Xiaoxiao becomes a ghost, Xiao Chen will have a way to restore Mo Xiaoxiao's clarity and stay in the world.

In this way, Wang Duoduo, the little idiot, has a place to go, so he doesn't have to trouble himself all the time.

Xiao Chen looked up at the sky. It was midnight, and the life-destructive ghost was about to appear.

Xiao Chen quickened his pace and ran towards home.

It was late at night, and the family had probably rested, and Xiao Chen brazenly rushed into the yard with a stern wind.

Xiao Chen took the lead to come to his recliner. This was the "child and mother gathering formation", the location of the mother formation.

Xiao Chen directly inserted the black knife into the array's eyes, and said in his mouth: "Little Longer, first be wronged, just stay here, and then go hunt for a treasure when you have time, and set up a large array for you to repair the blade."

The slender and tall figure of the prison dragon reappeared, and the prison dragon stood beside the black sword.

Looking at the surrounding area where the black mist was already rolling at this time, he slapped the little devil to death with a slap, and the prison dragon nodded helplessly at Xiao Chen.

At this time, the yin wind around Xiao Chen's body had already blown into a black whirlpool, and a scream of harsh ghosts kept coming out of the black fog.

A woman with disheveled hair and resentment gradually became clear in the black mist.

The figure of the woman keeps spinning along with the black fog, making people unpredictable.

The thick black fog, the unpredictable figure of the woman, and the harsh screams from time to time, this scene is seen by ordinary people, and it will definitely be scared to pee on the spot.

Facing this scene, Xiao Chen just rolled his eyes, and the black qi in his hand burst out suddenly, Xiao Chen's figure suddenly jumped up and pressed straight to a position in the black mist.

"what!"

A terrible scream sounded, and then Xiao Chen's figure suddenly rushed out of the black mist.

Following Xiao Chen's figure, there was another white figure, and Xiao Chen's hand was pressed tightly on the white figure's neck.

"boom!"

Xiao Chen pressed this figure to the ground heavily, and said annoyedly: "You **** call me wronged. I woke up the sleeping person at home. I have to kill you."................ ................................................................................................................................................................................

"Oh..."

A strange sound that made the scalp numb came from the woman's throat on the ground, and the woman's scarlet eyes stared at Xiao Chen tightly.

Xiao Chen looked at the woman or the former Mo Xiaoxiao, and shook his head with some pity.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoxiao was full of grievances, her face was black and blue, and the scarlet blood vessels covered her entire face like earthworms, making her look abominable.

Seeing this picture of Mo Xiaoxiao, Xiao Chen shook his head, who could have thought that she was such a gentle, virtuous, and beautiful woman during her lifetime.

Sure enough, the power of hating this kind of thing is really daunting, and it can turn such a gentle woman into the current appearance.

Xiao Chen thought of Luo Xiansi again, that fat little girl who loves to eat snacks, and hoped that she would not lose herself in hatred.

"Oh..."

The sound that made the scalp numb kept sounding, Xiao Chen was sighing, it was not enough to be noisy, and his backhand was two big ear slaps.

"Are you arguing with Nima?"

The current Mo Xiaoxiao is just a monster controlled by resentment, Xiao Chen won't feel distressed even if he slaps a few hands.

"Xiaoxiao."

Wang Nanxu's choked voice sounded, watching the terrible ghost who was immobilized by Xiao Chen on the ground, Wang Nanxu burst into tears.

Wang Nanxu walked towards Mo Xiaoxiao and kept wiping the tears from his face.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should be counted, your fate is not good, these years will be difficult, I shouldn't leave you, I shouldn't."

Wang Nanxu walked to Mo Xiaoxiao sadly, and gently stroked Mo Xiaoxiao's face full of red blood vessels.

Tears tickled on Mo Xiaoxiao's face.

It seemed that he felt something. Facing the lover he was thinking of, the red light in Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly flourished.

The resentment in Mo Xiaoxiao's whole body grew stronger, and Xiao Chen frowned as he looked at Wang Nanxu.

You can be regarded as a negative person who "abandons his wife and children" in name, and now appears in front of Mo Xiaoxiao's eyes. Isn't that just sprinkling salt on Mo Xiaoxiao's wounds?

Now that Wang Nanxu's role, in addition to aggravating Mo Xiaoxiao's grievances, what else can he do?

Use love to influence a ghost? It was all performed on TV. If you do this in reality, it would be flashing a flashlight in the pit and looking for death.

Xiao Chen kicked Wang Nanxu's straight butt, and Wang Nanxu was kicked into the air.

"Success is not enough to fail." Xiao Chen muttered.

In the eyes of ordinary practitioners, a grieving ghost like Mo Xiaoxiao has only two endings, either being wiped out and losing the last trace of contact with this world, or constantly ingesting grievances to strengthen oneself and become a side disaster.

But who is Xiao Chen, the great emperor, Xiao Chen has a hundred ways to restore Mo Xiaoxiao's sanity.

Xiao Chen looked at Mo Xiaoxiao who was struggling constantly on the ground, and said jokingly: "Do you know what you want, you met me."