The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

With the nine-tailed demon fox on his back, Xiao Chen walked all the way, crossing the valley, climbing the high mountains and crossing the ocean.

After running for three months, during this period, there were a dozen life and death desperations, but in any case, Xiao Chen and the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox finally survived.

On this day, the scenery in front of me finally changed.

An ancient city appears in the field of vision. If there is a city, it proves that there are people, and there are variables when there are people.

Xiao Chen took out the fringed Mingyue in his arms. This little guy has been sleeping recently, and he just woke up and just played for a while.

Xiao Chen guessed that because of the appearance of Mo Yan, the little guy might be awakening something, after all, he was a **** of the same age as the Great God Pangu.

Xiao Chen put Tassel Mingyue into the hands of the nine-tailed demon fox.

Looking at the sleeping fringe Mingyue in the palm of his hand, the nine-tailed demon fox's tears kept falling.

This scene happened many times in these three months.

Only at the time of life and death, Xiao Chen would give Tassel Mingyue to his care.

Xiao Chen smiled. In the past few months, the fox has become more and more like a little girl.

"Wait for me here, if there is no danger, I will come out to pick you up." Xiao Chen smiled and pulled at the small face of the nine-tailed demon fox.

The nine-tailed demon fox opened Xiao Chen's hand, wiped his tears and said, "What if you can't come out?"

"Then live." Xiao Chen's expression was rare and serious. "Live, live like an individual."

The nine-tailed demon fox lowered his head, silent, like an angry wife.

When she raised her head again, Xiao Chen's figure had already walked away, and the nine-tailed demon fox burst into tears.

...

The gates of the ancient city are wide open, and the mottled walls tell of the ruthlessness of the years, and everything that is cold and cold is like returning home.

Xiao Chen walked into the ancient city without stopping.

The long street paved with bluestone is filled with faint fireworks of the ancient city, and occasionally the wind passes by, leaving the trance memory in time.

The tiled house is clear, with earthy gray walls. Piece by piece, neatly arranged tiles on wooden shelves are not monotonous or boring.

But all this is very cold, because there is nothing else but wind.

Walking on the road paved with bluestone, Xiao Chen was in a daze, as if he had returned to his hometown, and returned to the Jiangnan town.

Hometown is a city where everyone can dream by smelling the wind, but Xiao Chen knows that even if one can dream here, it will only be a nightmare.

At this time, a figure appeared on the other side of Long Street.

It was a young man, dressed in a white robe, black hair and waist, with a calm temperament and a faint smile, walking like a fairy from the breeze.

Xiao Chen walked opposite the young man, his steps were neither fast nor slow.

Finally, the two met in the middle of the long street, and the wind blew their robes.

The young man looked at Xiao Chen with a smile, and said softly: "You should call me Master."

"Master?" Xiao Chen frowned and said, "You? How old is it?"

The boy smiled and nodded: "I, boss."

The young man said that he exuded a powerful and extremely self-confidence, which conveyed a message, "Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me die."

Xiao Chen's pupils suddenly shrank. This person was so strong, so strong that he was abnormal.

So strong that Xiao Chen felt that he was regaining his strength, and he didn't dare to say that he could win.

The young man turned around and held his hands up and walked forward. A misty voice followed the young man's footsteps and rang between the heavens and the earth.

"Birth, old age, sickness, death, heaven and earth, if you dare to rebel, I will kill it."

Listening to this domineering voice, Xiao Chen finally understood who this young man was.

The master of killing fist, the master of the warrior era.

Xiao Chen also understood why this young man had to let himself call him a master.

Because what Xiao Chen was cultivating was the killing fist sheet, and along the way, Xiao Chen barely survived by relying on the killing fist sheet.

In this way, this young man could indeed be regarded as Xiao Chen's master of the next generation.

It's just that Xiao Chen didn't expect that such a character was still alive.

What Xiao Chen didn't expect was that a martial artist was so clear and awkward that he looked like a little sufferer.

"What's your name?" Xiao Chen asked after the young man.

The teenager smiled: "Call Master."

"Name, I ask your name." Xiao Chen rolled his eyes.

"jump!"

The teenager stopped, turned around and gently tapped Xiao Chen on the forehead: "How do you talk to Master?"

The young man didn't move fast, but Xiao Chen couldn't avoid it.

The young man was not tall, half a head shorter than Xiao Chen, and the appearance of reaching out and knocking on someone, with a clean and handsome face, made Xiao Chen feel a little cute!

"Call Dad." Xiao Chen said subconsciously.

"Huh?" The boy couldn't laugh or cry, and knocked on Xiao Chen's forehead again.

"Knock again, I will interrupt you." Apart from being knocked like this by his own mother, Xiao Chen has never been knocked like this.

The boy retracted his hand and said softly: "Tui'er, you don't seem to have a good temper!"

Xiao Chen dissatisfied: "Who is your apprentice, can you ask for a face?"

"But you have my inheritance, you should call me Master." The young man said aggrievedly.

"You **** gay, aren't you?" Xiao Chen couldn't help but said what was in his heart.

This guy speaks in a low voice, moves in a gentle and gentle manner. He is completely clean and smells like a little smell on his body. It looks like a nuisance no matter what.

"What?" The young man tilted his head and looked at Xiao Chen with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Don't look at me like this, your heart can't stand it." Xiao Chen clutched his chest, looking like he was dying!

"Okay, can you call Master?" the young man asked in a low voice.

Xiao Chen simply refused: "Don't call, it's a big deal, you don't need to kill the fist."

The boy laughed again, Xiao Chen discovered that this guy had two shallow dimples when he laughed.

Juvenile Dao: "Except for martial arts, you can't practice in this world. If you don't learn killing martial arts, you will be boring to death!"

"Uh..." The atmosphere was a little embarrassing for a while.

Looking at the embarrassed Xiao Chen, the young man said empathetically, "Well, maybe I appeared too suddenly. You haven't adapted yet. Let's scream when you get familiar with it!"

"Ha ha."

...

"Where are we going?" Following the young man, Xiao Chen couldn't help asking.

The young man covered his eyes with his hands, looked up at the sun, and said expectantly: "Beast Hell."

"Beast Prison? Why do you listen to people like this?" Xiao Chen frowned.

"You will like it there." The boy laughed again.

Looking at the young man's back, Xiao Chen suddenly felt something wrong, and asked directly, "With your strength, you shouldn't be trapped here, why not go out?"

Xiao Chen didn't think that such a place could trap people like juveniles.

"Why are you going out?" The young man looked at Xiao Chen suspiciously.