dead child, ghost carrying coffin

The strong wind is howling, and the purple air is coming from the east!

Wang San's thin figure slowly walked out of the car emitting black smoke.

It still looks like a peasant:

Face full of vicissitudes and ravines.

But a pair of slightly sunken eyes are no longer cloudy, replaced by the look of an emperor looking down on the world.

Yes, Hei Yu's eyes are contemptuous, and Wang San's eyes are contemptuous!

The kind of iron-blooded emperor who uses the country as his canvas and all living beings as his pen and ink!

He is like a person who just woke up from a big dream, he smiled confidently after being a little confused.

"I, Wang San...I, Emperor Jiang Chu!!!"

The sound was like thunder, and it exploded the entire night sky!

The creatures in the mountain, regardless of whether they had activated their wisdom or not, or how they behaved, all prostrated themselves on the ground, their bodies trembling.

Suddenly, there was another cloudy wind howling, and four powerful black shadows in the cloudy wind quickly condensed into shape.

Each of them appearing alone has an aura not weaker than that of Grandma Mai.

Even such a strong man knelt respectfully in front of "Wang San".

"We will pay homage to the emperor!"

"A dream once in a thousand years, congratulations to the emperor for breaking through the mystery of the womb!"

"Wang San" waved his hand casually, as if such a thing as breaking through the mystery of the fetus was completely dismissive to him.

The sharp eyes did not look at the four strong men kneeling in front of him, but looked into the distance lightly.

"When I wake up from my dream, there must be someone reincarnated from that line."

"Kill, and then the soul returns..."

Speaking of this, "Wang San" suddenly stopped, frowning, and reached out to grab the amulet hanging on his waist.

It is the thing that the deaf mother-in-law is worried about her son and worships day and night with her own qi, blood, spirit and spirit.

"Wang San" did not speak, and no creature in the entire forest dared to make any sound.

Even the howling north wind stopped.

After a while, the Zhiren (Tongzhiren) who looked down on the world slowly relaxed his brows.

"I didn't expect this life to be so wonderful!"

"Alright, then I will spend a little more time in this world."

"As long as mother is alive, I will always be your son, Wang San..."

After "Wang San" finished speaking, the sharp eyes gradually dimmed.

Among the four kneeling shadows, one of them asked tentatively.

"Dijun, you..."

"Wang San" smiled lightly: "It's all gone."

Words followed suit, and the four shadows involuntarily merged into the night, as if they had never appeared before.

Then the still north wind started whistling again, and the cries of various animals rang out in the mountains and forests.

everything remains the same...

At this moment, a call came faintly from afar.

Wang San shook his head helplessly, stretched out one hand, and pulled the dying Zhao Aiguo and Chen Fu to his side.

And instantly healed all the injuries of the two of them.

Then he also lay down, closed his eyes and fell into a "coma".

At the same time, Zhao Aiguo's seal at home quickly returned to its original appearance, as if time had flowed backwards.

And there are three points of majesty and three points of tiger power;

In the Temple of the Great General, Chen Fu's statue suddenly shone with divine light, and then a miniature version of "Father of Great Plan" appeared.

He touched his arms and thighs blankly.

"Ah!? I'm alive again?!"

"It seems to be stronger..."

After dawn, in the courtyard of the deaf mother-in-law:

Chen and Zhao are full of confusion.

"Didn't the two of us get broken by a big fat monk last night?"

"Why did it get better so quickly?!"

"Where's the fat monk?"

Gray sixth was equally curious.

"Two big brothers, this is what you two looked like when my little brats found you two."

"I didn't see any fat monk..."

Inside:

The deaf mother-in-law and Xiao Qianyue held Wang San's hands from left to right.

"Third boy, you..."

Wang San showed a naive smile.

"Mom, my illness is cured."

"I'm so hungry right now..."

When the deaf mother-in-law heard the words, her cloudy eyes were filled with tears.

"It's good, it's good, it's good!"

"Mother, I'll make it for you now, your favorite pimple soup!"

"Mother, put more green onions!" Wang San smiled even more naively.

After the deaf mother-in-law left, Xiaoqianyue stared at Wang San without blinking, and called out tentatively.

"father?"

Wang San was taken aback for a moment, then stretched out his big callused hand, and gently stroked Wang Qianyue's head.

The look of pampering in his demeanor is getting stronger and stronger.

"Okay, good girl! You are fine!"

After saying this, Wang San muttered softly in a voice that only he could hear.

"Witch? Not bad!"

"Since you want to learn, then father and king must make it happen."

"At that time, our father and daughter will return to our ancestors together."