The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

"I haven't seen such a situation. Luo Hua has no injuries on her body, but she has been deprived of her vitality."

Demon Xiao Chen stretched out his finger, and a small black seal ball appeared on the finger.

The ball sealed Linghu Luohua inside.

"I can only seal it up first, and then think of a solution?" Humanity Xiao Chen squinted at the fixed seventh day of the month, frowning slightly.

This big demon is not like a super slacker himself. Under normal circumstances, this demon is dangling everywhere.

Although the demon Xiao Chen was young, only a little over ten thousand years old, he was probably incomparable to most of the old monsters in terms of vision and knowledge.

Now this guy doesn't know the situation of Linghu Luohua? Then things must be troublesome.

Demon Xiao Chen calmly sealed Linghu Luohua.

As if a doctor was treating a patient, there did not seem to be any emotional fluctuations.

But the human nature Xiao Chen knew that he was just not good at expressing his emotions.

Although not sure, whether he has **** with Linghuluo.

But one thing is certain, the magical Xiao Chen at least regarded Linghu Luohua as a friend.

Otherwise, it's impossible, she will give her a gift.

Demon Xiao Chen has almost no friends, so he attaches great importance to every affection.

The magic nature treats everyone, it seems that it will always be the same as dead.

But his heart is hot, and what hides under the calm is the monstrous anger.

The calmer, the more bloody.

Demon Xiao Chen glanced at Chu Qi indifferently, and suddenly stretched out his pale hand.

"Crack."

It seemed that the sound of broken bones sounded.

Demon Xiao Chen's hand, tightly grasping the neck of the seventh day of the month, lifted her in front of her.

A terrifying storm of demonic energy hovered around.

The storm blew through the void, and a series of terrifying voids were formed around them, making a terrifying howl.

Fear has completely occupied the seventh day.

She didn't understand how strong it was to break the void at will.

I want to escape on the seventh day, but I can’t.

The supernatural power of space she is proud of can't play any role in this strange space.

She wanted to resist, but she could do nothing but feel the pain.

An unspeakable pain hit the head on the seventh day.

She would rather die now than feel the pain.

"Ohhhhh, what if you search for souls like this and become a fool."

The human Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and slapped the demon Xiao Chen.

What this guy does is always so simple and rude.

"If you can't find a solution to the soul search, is it Linghu Luohua, just keep going like this?"

Demon Xiao Chen resisted the urge to pinch to death on the seventh day of the month, and let go of his hand.

"Rescue her, I can let you choose the way of death."

Demon Xiao Chen's soft, cold voice, like ice thorns, pierced into the heart of the seventh day.

On the seventh day of the seventh day, I felt like a basin of cold water poured from head to tail.

"Save... you can't get it back, you can't get back what you deprived of by fate."

On the seventh day of the seventh day, he shook his head hard, trying to use words to suppress the fear in his heart.

Demon Xiao Chen glanced at the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, and said indifferently, "What is destiny? Where can I find it?"

This is a very strange question, something like fate is illusory.

How could it be found?

But the magical Xiao Chen stared at the seventh day of the seventh day indifferently, as if he had to ask for a specific answer.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, all the souls who were seen were stunned. Why would a person's eyes be so terrible, why there is no trace of mercy.

People are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless, but this person does not seem to have a trace of emotion.

"I... I... don't know."

On the seventh day of the seventh day, I felt a large mountain on my chest, and I felt a little breathless.

The pressure around me is getting bigger and bigger, and I feel like I will be crushed at any time on the seventh day.

Demon Xiao Chen seemed to be irritated by the irrelevant words in the seventh grade.

Suddenly stretched out his hand, one pierced the chest of the seventh day.

The red blood ticked down at the feet, giving the deadly space a touch of color.

The tears of the seventh day of the seventh lunar month suddenly fell, across the white jade face, slowly dripping.

It turned out that it hurts to be killed.

"I am destiny, I decide your life and death."

Demon Xiao Chen's indifferent voice sounded, and he pulled out his hand in the chest on the seventh day of the seventh day.

His pale hands were not stained with blood.

The seventh day of the seventh lunar month slowly fell down, under the broken mask, the clear and transparent eyes kept shed hot tears!

The eyes exposed under the broken mask on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month gradually became dazed.

She didn't want to die, of course no one wanted to die.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he exhausted his last strength and shook his hand.

The little notebook in her hand came out, slowly drifting to her eyes.

Looking at this strange little book, the confused and horrified eyes on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month suddenly calmed down.

I don’t know what it is called on the seventh day of this little book.

Because this book, like those green snowflakes, accompanied her birth and growth.

One day, on the seventh day of the seventh day, she suddenly discovered that she could see a person's life in her notebook.

That's right, this book is so magical, you can see everyone's life in this book on the seventh day of the day.

She can even rewrite a person's ending at will.

Everything written in this book will become the world.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, I gave this little book a name, destiny.

Under fate, no one can escape.

On the seventh day of the day, his eyes widened, and he stared at the notebook closely.

She wanted to see the life of the teenager before her.

But soon, the eyes of the seventh day of the day returned to confusion and fear, and even the whole body couldn't help shaking.

What did you see on the seventh day?

I didn't see anything on the seventh day.

It's because you haven't seen anything, that's the scariest thing.

Is he out of the control of fate?

On the seventh day of the day, he couldn't hold on anymore, and slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, the blood that fell in the void on the seventh day of the first day suddenly came alive.

These blood, like little snakes, began to rush to the little book.

"Wow!"

The little book actually turned around automatically in this dead space.

Then the small notebook suddenly floated up, spinning frantically around the seventh day, emitting a monstrous white light.

The space of dying is shining brightly.

"boom!"

The small notebook suddenly exploded and turned into mysterious characters in the sky.

Characters in the sky circling around.

Then these characters swam frantically, and lined up in this dead space.

A burst of golden light suddenly surged out here.

Those circling characters form a golden heavenly book, quietly floating above the seventh day of the seventh day.

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, he stood up suddenly and touched his chest in disbelief. The scary wound had disappeared.