The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Han Ziqi hasn't left after all. She is a nostalgic person. If she leaves when the monster clan is in trouble, perhaps her heart will not settle down for the rest of her life.

Looking at a few anxious old men, Han Ziqi smiled and shook his head.

"You go back quickly. Leaving your post without authorization at this time is a big crime."

"My lord, take care." Seeing Han Ziqi's stay was a foregone conclusion, several women had no choice but to leave.

"Don't do stupid things, it might be better without my monster clan!" Han Ziqi said softly, looking at their backs.

The silhouettes of several women paused, and then left quickly.

When Han Ziqi finished the second cup of tea, a woman in a cyan gown walked into the yard.

Her long hair was scattered on her Tsing Yi like ink, and only a leucorrhea was used to tie the front hair behind her head.

The whole body exudes a gentle temperament, his thin lips are pursed beautifully, and his eyes are so deep that he can't see it, like the vast starry sky.

"Sir." Han Ziqi got up and saluted respectfully.

Sir, everyone calls her that. She is the oldest demon **** in the demon clan without limit, and she has survived three generations of demon queen without falling.

In the prestige of the entire Demon Race, it can be said that no one except the Demon Empress can surpass it.

But the world does not know that the husband has another identity, and that is Han Ziqi's adoptive mother.

Once Han Ziqi was frail and sickly, and was abandoned by the ethnic group. In that ice and snow, a passing husband adopted her.

"I'm so good-looking when I grow up." Mr.'s good-looking lips lifted slightly and patted Han Ziqi's head lightly.

"Yeah." Han Ziqi nodded lightly, not knowing when the tears had already flowed out.

"Don't regret it?" the husband asked softly.

Han Ziqi smiled helplessly and wiped away tears: "If I say no, will you believe me, sir?"

"You little guy." Mr. chuckled, and lightly nodded Han Ziqi's forehead.

The husband sat at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and took a sip.

The husband looked at the distant depressed sky and sighed softly for a long time.

"It's time to change."

Han Ziqi's face changed, and his voice trembled: "Sir..."

The husband shook his head, and said in a sad tone: "I have experienced three generations of demon queens, probably 200,000 years. I have witnessed the dominance of the demon clan in the mainland and the demise of the demon clan."

"But." The gentleman's conversation turned, and his tone suddenly became colder: "I have never experienced it. The monster race like this now is intriguing and smashing."

"Do you know who damaged the big formation a hundred years ago?" Mr. looked at Han Ziqi meaningfully.

Seeing her husband's expression, Han Ziqi's figure suddenly shook, his face turned pale.

"I...I..." Han Ziqi's words couldn't be said after all.

The husband sighed and said directly: "Yes, as you think, it is the contemporary demon queen."

The thoughts in his heart were confirmed, and Han Ziqi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little relaxed.

In the original battle with Xuanze Heavenly Palace, besides her and the demon empress of the previous generation, the demon empress who stayed in the rear was also the current demon empress. At that time, she was only the crown prince.

The demon empress of the previous generation could not destroy the big formation, nor could she destroy it herself. The only suspect was the crown prince at that time.

But Han Ziqi couldn't be sure, whether she knew the location of the center of the big formation, so this guess had been suppressed in her heart for a hundred years.

"What good is this for her?" Han Ziqi still couldn't understand.

The husband smiled: "Perhaps she thinks that the previous demon empress has been in power for too long!"

Because of this, and only because of this, in order to ascend to the throne earlier, he almost put the entire monster race to death.

"In fact, Qing Lian has decided to pass the throne to her after the end of the war, but unfortunately she is still too anxious." The husband shook his head.

Qing Lian is the name of the previous Demon King.

Han Ziqi remained silent, and this cauldron had been carried on for a hundred years.

For Han Ziqi, it doesn't matter if you have a scapegoat, and power doesn't matter, but thinking of the children who died innocently, Han Ziqi gritted his teeth.

But what can be done, now the entire Demon Race is under the control of the Demon Empress, not to say that the sky can be changed by changing the sky.

The husband took Han Ziqi's hand and looked at her with a smile.

"You are still so kind and stupid. You went to the forest and killed the people in the heavenly palace. You want to take the initiative to provoke the incident, and finally hand over yourself. You think of the endless death of a god, maybe it can quell the war. In this way, abandon the **** and protect the car to help the monster race through this difficulty.

Han Ziqi blushed a little. After all, these clumsy methods could not hide from her husband.

The gentleman smiled and said: "If the other party is not Bai Shang, perhaps your death can really exchange the demon tribe's short-term peace. After all, many people's eyes are staring here. Tiangong always pays attention to serving people with morality. Facial."

It's a pity that the other party is Bai Chang. The woman who had a big feud with the Monster Clan, her family members were all killed by the Monster Clan, this kind of hatred can make Bai Chang disregard the face of Tiangong.

Han Ziqi rubbed the corners of his clothes at a loss, as if he was caught by his husband when he made a mistake when he was young.

"This time Tiangong used the guise of asking the monster clan to surrender the murderer. In fact, the army has already started."

The husband looked at the distance and said lightly.

Han Ziqi was a little puzzled: "But now my clan formation has almost been repaired, even if they are willing to attack, they can't do it, right?"

The husband looked at Han Ziqi's eyes and looked at the clear and transparent blue eyes, and the husband sighed deeply.

"Didn't you adopt a child named Gantang?"

Han Ziqi's heart felt awkward, and then nodded.

The husband thought for a while, and said, "If I said that she was a key figure in the demon clan that was installed in the Tiangong to destroy the big formation, would you believe it?"

"Impossible." Han Ziqi's face changed drastically. The child who had lived together for ten years suddenly became a spy. Who can accept this.

"Impossible, impossible, Xiaotang is an ordinary child, how could it be someone sent by Tiangong."

"You once asked me what kind of race the child is called Gantang. I didn't tell you at the time. Now I can tell you that she is from the Tianmu clan."

Han Ziqi shook his body before squatting down.

Tianmu tribe, that race that was destroyed by the monster tribe a long time ago.

Time has passed for so long, it is unexpected that there are still Tianmu clan living in the world.

The Tianmu clan is a natural master of formation, and the physique is extremely special, and can freely shuttle in the big formation. If Gantang is really the Tianmu clan, it may really be possible to break the big formation of the monster clan.

Recalling the scene of encountering Gantang for the first time, Han Ziqi had believed most of her husband's words.