The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

As Xiao Chen spoke, the dead air overflowing from his hands began to slowly spin and shrink.

Gradually, these dead qi were gathered together, forming a black ball the size of a thumb.

The little black ball slowly floated over Mo Xiaoxiao's head.

Following the appearance of the little black ball, bursts of panic appeared on Mo Xiaoxiao's ferocious face.

Although Mo Xiaoxiao doesn't have her own consciousness now, she still has an instinctive fear of things that can threaten her.

Mo Xiaoxiao began to struggle crazily, his body flickering, but no matter what, he couldn't turn into black smoke and escape Xiao Chen's hand.

At this moment, waves of black energy suddenly shot out from Mo Xiaoxiao's body, and the black energy rushed towards the little bead crazily. This black energy was Mo Xiaoxiao's resentment.

"Cluck..."

The scalp-numbing voice in Mo Xiaoxiao's throat began to sound crazily.

As the resentment in Mo Xiaoxiao's body decreased, Mo Xiaoxiao's hideous face gradually changed.

The gentle and virtuous woman from before gradually appeared in front of Xiao Chen.

Mo Xiaoxiao's scarlet eyes also gradually became clear.

But with the loss of Mo Xiaoxiao's resentment, her body gradually became transparent.

Li Gui relied on the support of that grievance. If the grievance is gone, it will not be far from disappearing.

"What are you doing, you will make Xiaoxiao lose her soul."

Wang Nanxu ran back at this time, his body was covered in mud, and he looked very embarrassed.

Wang Nanxu watched Xiao Chen suck away the resentment from Mo Xiaoxiao's body, his eyes turned red, and the energy in his body gushed out frantically, causing fierce winds to blow around him non-stop.

"boom!"

A slender and tall figure landed in front of Wang Nanxu.

Prison Dragon looked at Wang Nanxu coldly, stretched out a finger, and put it on Wang Nanxu's forehead.

Looking at the slender hand on his forehead, Wang Nanxu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The turbulent qi on his body was completely quiet under the touch of this finger.

Moreover, no matter how her master mobilized her own qi, she would never make any movement.

"Kneel down, and die." Prison Dragon's icy voice pierced Wang Nanxu's eardrums, causing her to collapse on the ground in an instant.

"Oh, my little ancestor, why don't you go and lie down, and I'll sing for you later, okay? You want to listen to face makeup, or Avanti, choose whatever you want. If I frown, I will be your grandson."

Xiao Chen's voice sounded, and Xiao Chen helplessly picked up Mo Xiaoxiao who had regained his sanity but had become transparent on the ground.

Xiao Chen stood in front of the prison dragon, really afraid that this guy would run over Wang Nanxu with one finger.

"Great Emperor, please respect yourself." Heilong said and returned to the front of Heidao.

"Self-respect, self-respect, I not only respect myself but also love myself!"

Xiao Chen muttered, and put Mo Xiaoxiao in his arms on the ground.

At this time, Mo Xiaoxiao's whole body glowed with dots of fluorescence, like the swarms of fireflies in the dark night, it was extremely beautiful, it was a sign that the ghost was about to completely dissipate.

With a faint smile on her face, Mo Xiaoxiao looked at Wang Nanxu with a dull expression.

"Nan Xu, long time no see." Mo Xiaoxiao finally said the words she had practiced repeatedly.

Mo Xiaoxiao had imagined countless times what she would look like when she met Wang Nanxu again.

She hoped it was autumn, she took Wang Duoduo's hand and walked on the path covered with fallen leaves.

Wang Nanxu suddenly appeared in front of her holding a bouquet of autumn chrysanthemums. At this time, a gust of wind blew up the fallen leaves all over the sky.

At that time, I said these four words "Long time no see."

Wang Nanxu looked at Mo Xiaoxiao, who was dotted with fluorescent lights all over her body, and suddenly burst into tears.

"What about mourning?"

Xiao Chen waved his hand impatiently, and Wang Nanxu tumbling out like a spinning top.

"Xiaochen..." Mo Xiaoxiao looked helplessly at Wang Nanxu who had rolled out, and said in a low voice.

"Don't talk too much, it's annoying, it's like a farewell party in the middle of the night."

The death energy in Xiao Chen's hands burst out suddenly, and these death energy turned into little threads that continuously penetrated into Mo Xiaoxiao's body that was about to collapse.

Gradually, the fluorescence on Mo Xiaoxiao's body dissipated, and her transparent body gradually solidified.

Wang Nanxu, who crawled back from a distance, watched this scene and wiped away the tears on his face.

The tears mixed with the mud made her face look pretty, but at this moment Wang Nanxu was smiling through tears.

Not long after, Xiao Chen stopped conveying the death energy in his hand, looked at Mo Xiaoxiao who was already in no serious condition, nodded and said: "It's okay, as long as you don't try to die in the future, if you continue to practice slowly like this, you will be able to succeed day."

"thanks, thanks."

Wang Nanxu knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xiao Chen non-stop.

"Thank you for the hammer, take that idiot Wang Duoduo and get out, immediately, immediately." Xiao Chen replied angrily.

Wang Nanxu nodded heavily, and ran into the house quickly.

Xiao Chen licked his face and walked to Jail Dragon's side, rubbing his hands with some embarrassment and said: "Little Long'er, is there anything on your body that can break glass and make it clean?"

"No." Prison Dragon answered simply and neatly.

"Can you lend me some hair?"

"No borrowing."

"The horn of the Canglong..."

"I don't know, I don't borrow, I don't have anything."

"Pfft." Xiao Chen almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

At this time, Wang Nanxu came out of the house holding the sleeping Wang Duoduo.

Mo Xiaoxiao hurriedly went up to greet her, and the family of three hugged each other, weeping with joy.

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, and with a wave of his hand, the sleeping Wang Duoduo in Wang Nanxu's hand flew into Xiao Chen's hand.

Xiao Chen tugged at Wang Duoduo's fat face, and the death energy in his hands began to swim on Wang Duoduo's body.

A series of extremely weird patterns formed on Wang Duoduo's body, these patterns formed in an instant, and disappeared in an instant.

While controlling his lifeless wandering, Xiao Chen sighed and said: "Poor baby, you have called me brother for so long, but I can only watch you walk towards the fire pit without any help. The name is simply not worthy of the name."

"Poor baby, you are destined to have a tragic life after birth..."

"Snapped."

A golden horn the size of an adult's thumb suddenly fell on Wang Duoduo's face.

Xiao Chen cheerfully picked up the horn: "I knew that my little Longer is a bodhisattva."

Wang Duoduo was woken up by the blow of the small horn, looked at Xiao Chen sleepily and said, "Brother Xiao Chen, I dreamed about my mother just now."

"You dream of a hammer." Xiao Chen put Wang Duoduo on the ground.

Xiao Chen pulled out the little guy's right hand, and then gently stroked Wang Duoduo's palm with his fingertips, a not-so-deep wound appeared, and traces of blood flowed out from the wound.

"Bleeding... bleeding... brother Xiao Chen." Looking at his palm, Wang Duoduo stammered and shouted, unexpectedly forgot to cry.