I'm not a theatre god

"Bai Qi?"

Sun Bumian looked at Bai Ye in surprise, "You also know that the one inside him is..."

Sun Bumian was very surprised. When he spied on Jian Changsheng's good or bad luck before, he vaguely guessed the source of the murderous aura in the other person's body. He thought it was Jian Changsheng's secret, so he kept pretending not to know, but he didn't expect that Bai Ye also knew. Bai Qi's existence.

Bai Ye glanced at him with a strange expression:

"Almost everyone in the Dusk Club knows about it except Xiao Jian herself..."

Sun Bumian:......

A secret that everyone knows except yourself, right?

As expected of you, [6 of Spades].

"This is trouble." Bai Ye said in a deep voice, "No wonder he wanted to capture Xiao Jian on the merit monument in advance... It seems that these Emperor Can Nian have long been prepared to conquer Bai Qi.

No matter how powerful the current puppet emperor is, he is still alone. It's okay to be in the Imperial Dao Ancient Cang. If you leave here, you will only have the third level left. Those emperors can no longer have the patience to conquer their ministers one by one, and at this moment, Bai Qi appeared...

Once they can take this killing god under their command, their own rank will be comparable to that of a demigod. In the imperial ancient treasure, they can even exert several times the power of a demigod... plus a surrendered killing god Bai Since then, Mr. Xuanyu cannot be his opponent at all, and the two gentlemen may only be able to compete with each other. "

"Will Bai Qi, the God of Death, surrender to a puppet emperor?" Sun Bumian didn't seem worried, "When Bai Qi became famous, there wasn't even an [Emperor] in the world."

"If it was Bai Qi in his heyday, it would be impossible, but the one on Xiao Jian now..." Bai Ye hesitated for a moment, then spoke again, "What's more, this is the [Emperor's] home court, and the intensity of the palace examination is doubled. It depends on Can Xiao Jian be able to bear it?"

…

The mighty and irresistible imperial power crazily penetrated into Jian Changsheng's mind!

Jian Changsheng held his head in pain, feeling that his whole head was about to burst. The world faded away in his senses, and a magnificent throne rose up from the nothingness in front of him!

"I know that you have something to ask for..." A voice like a god's will sounded from above Jian Changsheng's head like a bell.

"Submit to me..."

"I will give you everything you want."

The next moment, Jian Changsheng's past and future flashed before his eyes like a movie.

He saw himself being born in an abandoned thatched hut, and saw his mother die because of his arrival; he saw himself living under the eaves of the Yan family, living with his father watching people's faces; he saw himself being unlucky again and again. On the verge of death, but still clinging to life...

The past years reappeared in front of Jian Changsheng's eyes, and passed through those indifferent eyes full of imperial power, as if he had glimpsed the regret in Jian Changsheng's heart.

After a moment, Emperor Wu's voice came from above:

"I already know what you want in your heart."

Emperor Wu waved his sleeves, and the surrounding scene changed rapidly, from replaying Jian Changsheng's tragic past to a foggy future.

"Although your mother has passed away many years ago, there is a ghost gate deep in the ancient treasures of the ghost world. There is an ancient well behind the ghost gate, which can recall the souls of blood relatives... If you surrender, I will take you into the ghost gate one day and let you and your mother meet again. Meet."

After Emperor Wu finished speaking, the surrounding fog rolled up, and the ancient well behind the ghost gate suddenly appeared...

In that future, Jian Changsheng saw himself, under the leadership of Emperor Wu, stepping into the ghost gate and dripping blood into the ancient well... After a while, he saw himself crying with the soul of a strange woman.

Deep in Jian Changsheng's heart, there was a slight movement.

"You experienced misery and torture in your early years... The past cannot be changed, but if you surrender, I will make you the 'Martial Marquis of Tianjiang'. From now on, when I conquer the world, you will be inferior to one person and superior to tens of thousands of people. No one will dare to disobey you."

As Emperor Wu's voice sounded, the scene around Jian Changsheng changed again.

He saw the world changing hands, Emperor Wu dressed in royal robes and came to the world. At this time, there were no longer nine human realms on the earth, only a magnificent super empire standing on the wasteland.

And he was wearing golden battle armor and walking on the border of the Gray Realm. Wherever he passed, people and soldiers kowtowed and knelt like a tide, shouting the name of Chitose, which resounded through the sky.

"I am the son of destiny. If you follow me, I will help you resolve the blood evil in your destiny. From now on, you will be successful and your dreams will come true."

After saying these words, Emperor Wu pressed his palm on Jian Changsheng's head with slight pressure, and a strange aura floated from his body, as if it could easily move people's hearts.

"Jian Changsheng..."

"Now, are you willing to follow me?"

Jian Changsheng's mind was shaken by this voice. Emperor Wu's three promises just now began to take root in his heart and gradually occupied all his thoughts...

His regrets and desires were magnified crazily, and the people walking along the way gradually faded away. Instead, there was a figure in royal robes, whose weight in his heart continued to increase, as if he wanted to become the only one in his life.

As Emperor Wu's hand gradually pressed down, Jian Changsheng's head lowered lower and lower, as if he was about to kneel on the ground completely...

Just then,

Jian Changsheng's body suddenly became like steel, unable to move downward any further.

Feeling the resistance coming from his palm, Emperor Wu frowned slightly...

"...Based on these, you want me to kowtow and show my loyalty to you?" Jian Changsheng's voice sounded, and his body seemed to be carrying the pressure of a mountain. Under the palm of Emperor Wu, he was shaking with all his strength. Lift it up little by little!

His eyes were full of bloodshot.

In an instant, the surrounding fog surged silently again. The past and future originally presented by Emperor Wu seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands. The picture from Jian Changsheng's heart was projected out in the void!

"Heitao, do you want the Tongtian Star or not?"

A figure in a robe stood in the memory and frowned and spoke to him.

"..."

"Put it on. We have changed your fate for you."

"..."

"6 of Spades, no need to bow to anyone."

"..."

"Thank you this time."

"..."

Under the voices that were engraved in his soul, Jian Changsheng's body seemed to gain some kind of strength. He stood up slowly against Emperor Wu's palm...

At the same time, he glanced around. In his deep memories, almost all of them were the bright and annoying red robes... From the ancient collection of Bingdao, to Aurora City, to the Red Dust Realm, to the Tianshu Realm... Of course, there were also a few figures in Tang suits, which appeared recently.

"Sorry... Someone has changed the unlucky and dying fate you mentioned."

"Also, I had a miserable experience in my early years, suffered humiliation and so on, and there was also a nasty lion dance that vented my anger, so I didn't take it to heart..."

"As for the ancient well behind the ghost gate..."

"In the future, Hongxin will take me there."