Good luck and fortune come to the end of the world, the boss brings prosperity to the whole village

After a nap, which was probably caused by a faint, Emperor Jingchen felt much better when he woke up. He opened his eyes and found a black curtain similar to a folding screen not far away. It was as long as an arm and had two thin legs underneath.

He looked around, and especially when he saw the Duke of Zhenguo, his eyes were filled with curiosity.

The Duke of Zhenguo was clear in his mind. Although it looked somewhat similar to the video box hanging in the air, he was not sure. He knew very well that he could not tell the truth to the emperor. If he was not careful, he would be guilty of deceiving the emperor.

So, he chose to shut up and shook his head vigorously. You can not know, but you can not say the wrong thing!

Emperor Jingchen became curious and wanted to take a closer look.

As if it had caught his thoughts, the black screen suddenly lit up, a pair of oversized eyes appeared, and a voice uttered, "Hello! I'm number one. How can I help you?"

Emperor Jingchen and the Duke of Zhenguo, who had just come over to protect him, turned around and ran back. If there weren't so many soldiers watching in the fence, they would have shouted without caring about their image, "Monster!"

But no matter how hard they ran, Number One followed behind them slowly with its long legs, keeping the distance just right, always keeping one step away.

Fortunately, there was a lot of space inside the fence, so the two of them had no problem running around inside.

At first, the other soldiers also opened their eyes wide in shock, shouted "monster", and huddled in the corner.

Later they found out that the monster was only chasing the old emperor and the Duke of Zhenguo, and they had nothing to do with it. So they gathered together to watch the show, and occasionally made some comments.

"It seems that our emperor's legs are not in good condition. I dare say that if he runs two more laps, he will definitely collapse."

"I don't think so. Maybe I can run three laps..."

Everyone started talking at once and even started a gambling game.

Emperor Jingchen had never been so embarrassed before. He shook his hands and shouted, "No, I can't do it anymore. I can't run anymore..." He stopped walking, supported his hands on his legs, and couldn't move a step. The name that he always said also returned to himself.

He spoke in disjointed sentences and kept wheezing - gasping for breath.

The Duke of Zhenguo is okay, after all, he has been training for many years, and his foundation is still there. His little eyes kept looking at the emperor next to him, "You little brat, I told you to exercise, but you wanted to make pills, look, you can't run anymore after just a while, you deserve it!"

Number One also stopped politely, still one step away from them. Then he scanned Emperor Jingchen's body, and then an emotionless mechanical voice sounded: "Target, male, 56 years old, severely aged, preliminary test shows excessive mercury content in the body, dizziness, headache, insomnia, emotional instability, memory loss, loose teeth, nosebleeds,..."

Blah blah blah——

Without even looking, the onlookers could imagine that the old emperor's face must be dripping with ink. The pulse case of this person was strictly confidential, but he never thought that it would be exposed in broad daylight today.

Everyone shrank their necks, feeling a chill.

Someone who knew the situation inside secretly spat and said, "You cowards, what are you afraid of? He is now a prisoner of the Lord of the Wilderness just like us. Why should we be afraid of him?"

Everyone knows who the "he" he refers to is.

The soldiers thought this made sense, and then they began to settle their gambling money with laughter.

Emperor Jingchen looked around, wanting to find a heavy object to destroy the monster. Although what it said was all right, anyone who knew this, whether it was a monster or a human, could not survive!

Number One approached suddenly, and his long legs rose a lot, almost at the same level as Emperor Jingchen's line of sight.

Before Emperor Jingchen could hide the murderous look in his eyes, he met a handsome face on the screen.

The man had a face quite similar to his when he was young, and his sparkling eyes actually carried the shadow of Shangguan Yu.

"You, you are...?" A name was about to come out of his mouth.

"Little Eleven!" His Eleventh Princess.

"Hello, father!" The person on the screen took the initiative to greet him.