The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Although the young man had a luxurious temperament and a handsome appearance, his eyes were abnormally empty.

The eyes are big and lifeless, without a little light, giving people the feeling of a soulless body.

The young man stared blankly at his fair and slender fingers, and remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until the huge cracked eyes began to crack for the second time that the boy slowly withdrew his hand and put it behind his back.

Looking at Bengsha's eyes, the boy nodded slightly.

Then the mutation protruded, and the huge and boundless eyeballs began to collapse at an accelerated rate.

The broken fragments did not turn into ashes, but gathered together and kept compressing.

The entire collapse lasted for quite a long time.

And those broken pieces were finally squeezed into a black ball the size of a fist.

The boy looked at the black ball and nodded slightly again.

As if receiving an order, the black ball came to the back of the boy, and finally stopped one foot above the boy's head.

"Crack..."

The black ball suddenly made a cracking sound, and then the black ball slowly split open from the middle, and a black and white eye opened.

This eye moved, as if it was conveying some message for the young man, but soon the eyeball became silent again, and there was no more movement.

From the beginning to the end, the young man had the same expression, that is, no expression.

As if everything that happened had nothing to do with him, he couldn't feel any emotional fluctuations.

"My lord..."

At this moment, a trembling old voice came into the young man's ears.

In the trembling voice, there was an indescribable joy.

The young man seemed a little unresponsive. It took a long time for the old voice to pass before the young man looked down.

Without any warning, the boy's figure suddenly appeared in the hall.

"Congratulations, my lord."

All the people under the main hall, without any hesitation, performed the grand ceremony of three prostrations and nine prostrations.

Performing such a great gift may not be encountered in the entire practice world.

Practitioners are a group of people who go against the sky, what they pay attention to is that my fate is up to me, and they are all rebellious.

It may be more difficult to ask practitioners to kneel and worship than to kill them.

But here, these top monks not only bowed down, but also bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.

The prestige of the young man in this foreign land can be seen.

The boy looked at the people kneeling on the ground and said nothing, maybe he didn't know what to say.

After waiting for a long time, finally the old man Three Poisons was full of worry and raised his head slightly.

"My lord..."

The old man Three Poisons yelled softly, his voice was extremely gentle, he was a completely different person from before.

Hearing the call, the boy tilted his neck, and there was some doubt in his empty eyes.

Seeing the boy's reaction, the three-du old man was ecstatic, and his demeanor became more and more humble.

"My lord, this old slave is that little bug." The three-du old man said softly.

...

The three poisonous old people have a lot to do with the young.

Back then, the old man of the Three Poisons was just a little poisonous insect, living a precarious life.

On the way of being hunted down, he was lucky enough to run into the boy's awakening.

The three-du old man remembered very clearly that the master was like this at that time, neither happy nor sad.

Even if he climbed onto the master's clothes in order to avoid being chased and killed, the master has no extra emotions.

From then on, the three-poison old man who was still a little bug followed the boy.

The young man took him through mountains, seas, forests...every corner of the world.

During this period, the boy unexpectedly did not abandon him, this little bug.

The vicissitudes of life have changed over time, until one day the boy said that he wanted to go to another starry sky.

From that moment on, the old man of the three poisons found a goal to fight for all his life.

If he wants to realize the Lord's wish, no matter how difficult it is, he doesn't care about how many murders he has to do, he only cares about that young man who is neither sad nor happy.

But so many years have passed, but he still has not fulfilled this wish.

He felt that he should have died a long time ago, but he was reluctant, not because of his old life, but because of that young man.

He really wanted to take another look at the boy and do something more for him.

...

The boy tilted his head and looked at the old man Sandu, his eyes were still empty, but there was a little expression on his face.

The corners of the boy's mouth raised slightly, as if he wanted to laugh.

But the boy did this gesture very deliberately, he didn't seem to know how to smile.

In the end, the boy gave up, this is the simplest action for ordinary people.

"You are old." The boy finally said the first sentence.

The voice is soft and nice, but it doesn't have any warmth.

Hearing this, the old man Sandu finally couldn't help sobbing, and the cloudy tears couldn't stop falling down.

An old poison that has lived for countless years and made everyone discolored, but at this moment is crying like a child.

"Don't cry." The boy said softly, stretching out his right hand behind his back.

The phrase "don't cry" seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The old man no longer had any scruples and burst into tears.

The cry was extremely presumptuous and touching.

No matter who it is, no matter how hard-hearted a person is, there will always be a soft place in his heart to put aside the beauty that he dare not forget.

"Thinking and thinking, we will meet each other eventually, we will meet each other eventually..."

...

A little green fluorescent light appeared on the young man's fingertips, and a surge of life force spurted out wildly.

"Well... here you go, little bug." The boy said, flicking his fingers lightly.

The green fluorescence floated towards the three poisonous old men.

Everyone understood that the power of life contained in this green light was enough to restore the body of the three poisonous old man who was about to be wiped out to ashes and restore it to its peak state.

No one can refuse such a temptation.

But the old man with three poisons can do it.

The old man Sandu watched the green light drift towards him, and suddenly knocked his head heavily on the ground.

"My lord." The old man Sandu's voice trembled: "Let this old servant do one last thing, and let this old servant die after finishing."

The old man of the three poisons wants to live, and everyone wants to live.

But the old man of the three poisons could not forgive himself.

He did not offer a piece of starry sky with both hands when the Lord woke up. To him, this was an unforgivable sin, and a hundred deaths were unavoidable.

The young man doesn't know what death is, he has no concept of life and death.

But the young man understood that the old man did not want his own gift.

The boy nodded lightly, not forcing the old man, or the boy didn't have this emotion at all.

"My lord." At this time, the old man of the three poisons had adjusted his mentality.

Although the tone is still humble and gentle, but the whole person's momentum is completely different from just now.

"The army has been reorganized and can be pulled out at any time. The barrier is also crumbling. The old slave can let the army break through the barrier at any time and press into the starry sky."