Brother, do you know me?

1000 years later.

The vicissitudes of life have changed, the world has changed, and the millennium has changed many things that should have been.The dynasties of the human world are destroyed like rising tides, coming and going, and constantly changing. It is stepping steadily in the slow pace of time, pushing forward the progress of history; the heaven is as usual, cold as snow, and the immortals abide by it. In the cold Tiantiao, his temperament became more and more cold.The throne of heaven is cold and luxurious, and the person sitting on it is as noble and indifferent as a thousand years ago; the prison world seems to have not changed much, as if following in the footsteps of heaven, Manzhushahua still plays the role of Huangquanhua , the wind swayed, and fiery red flowers sprinkled into the weak water one after another.Po Meng was still waiting by the Naihe Bridge, haunted by impermanence, repeating the same job day after day.

1000 years, already 1000 years.

A petal was blown onto the ghost wooden table with the wind, and Emperor Fengdu was slightly taken aback, then raised his eyes from the table, and looked out the window along the source of the wind.Suddenly, he didn't know what to think of, and he couldn't help laughing softly.

At this time, Yama of the Ten Temples should have arrived.

Emperor Fengdu put down the Langhao brush, tilted his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, the smile on the corner of his mouth was so dazzling, as if he wanted to laugh out everything he had suppressed for 1000 years.

Prisoner, you should be back.

Zhou Jue Yintian Palace.

The ice bricks are blowing cold air from the bottom, the ruthless cold mixed with the dark wind in the prison world, forcing people to hold their arms tightly; A polar scene was created in a moment.

Zhou Jue Yintian Palace, the Three Realms is the coldest and coldest place.

The Prison Emperor sat cross-legged on the jade mat, his gorgeous robes lost their former colors, and were so pale that they smelled like exiled immortals.The drooping eyes opened and closed slightly, and the long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, so uncontrollably, people wondered whether he could not bear this environment, or was about to wake up again.

The sound of the barrier breaking was extremely subtle, like the crispness of lightning passing through the clouds. The prison emperor turned his back to the palace gate, his tall and straight body was as lonely as snow, making people dare not take another step.

Yan Luo of the Tenth Palace made a big salute, and bowed to meet both sides of the palace gate, with lowered heads, lowered eyes, and respectful expressions, making people wonder who is the noble person who is about to walk out.

The prison emperor's eyelashes trembled again, and after a long time, he finally opened his eyes slowly.

At the same time, the sound outside the hall resounded through the sky.

"Welcome my king back to the throne."

The Prison Emperor raised his eyes and looked around, his hands were slightly tucked in his wide sleeves, not knowing what kind of emotion it was conveying.He looked at the place that had trapped him for 1000 years, paused for a moment, and then turned around without thinking.The wind brought by the internal force fluttered the hem of his clothes, and the no longer gorgeous crimson danced in the sky. That appearance looked extremely chic.

The Prison Emperor's expression was indifferent, and he could not see any emotional fluctuations, as if the 1000 years were just a passing cloud in his eyes.

However, only he himself knows in his heart how he spent these empty and pale 1000 years.

In these 1000 years, no one can talk to him, no one can communicate with him, no one will listen to his inner distress, no one will care whether he is smiling or crying.

Too lonely, too lonely.

The Prison Emperor has grown a lot and has become more stable. He chose to let go of some things he could not ask for; and he chose to abandon some things that were not worth the gain.

He has done everything, but there is only one obsession, and he will never let go.

"Prison Emperor, according to the rules, when you go out of customs, you should send relevant messengers to report to the Emperor of Heaven. The minister had already reported to Emperor Fengdu for candidates, but he said that the Prison Emperor has returned to his position and he has fulfilled his duties. Everything should be done. According to your schedule, you see..."

The prison emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly the corners of his mouth twitched upwards.

"The reason for this retreat was originally my fault. In 1000 years, I should be punished to repent. Therefore, no matter who is sent there this time, it is not appropriate." He looked as if he hadn't smiled for a long time and forgot how to draw his lips. "This time, I will go there in person to express my repentance to the Emperor of Heaven. You all return to your duties, and all the rules will follow the Northern Emperor's words." Alright, tomorrow you will follow Yan Luotian to clear up the major events that happened in the past 1000 years and hand them over to my hall."

King Qin Guang looked up at the Prison Emperor, and felt that the Prison Emperor in front of him had changed a lot. He saw the firmness in his eyes, and slowly tasted it, and felt that the Prison Emperor was right.So King Qin Guang bowed down and bowed again, and with a low groan, he led Yama of the Ten Halls and disappeared.

The Prison Emperor was stunned for a while, when a dark wind suddenly picked up, fluttering his fiery red hair, he was dazzled, and he didn't know what to think of.Turning around, Zhoujue Yintian Palace stood there quietly. The gate of the palace made of nine layers of ice has been closed. At a glance, the extremely cold Zhoujue Yintian Palace looks like a gorgeous and icy palace. palace.

In fact, he should have been imprisoned in this experience when he was a child, to achieve a ruthless and desireless emperor's nature. It was his elder brother who helped him stop him behind the scenes and endured it for him, so he was able to grow like this.After all, no matter how great the joy or sorrow is, it cannot resist the consumption of a long time. After all, human emotions are limited. How can there be such firmness that they will not give up after so many deaths?

The corners of Prison Emperor's lips curled up again, and he worked hard to practice smiling, as if he was serious about dedicating some treasure to someone.

The heavenly world has always been haunted by the immortal energy, and the full power of the heaven and earth makes this place always ethereal and mysterious. Clouds and mists rise, illusions arise, and immortals lie in Yunmengze.Ordinary people only think of Penglai Pavilion, but they don't know that that piece of fairyland is just a small place for the fairy family in the heavenly world. If it is compared to the heavenly court, it would be a bit of a big deal.

The prison emperor stopped and walked all the way, slowly savoring the realm of heaven. He has not stepped out of the Yintian Palace of Zhoujue for 1000 years, which made him pale. It is rare to see such a beautiful scenery. I feel sorry for myself if I don't appreciate it.

It's a pity that no one will rush over recklessly all the way, and when they see him, they will say a sentence as graceful as a frightened bird and as graceful as a dragon swimming after seeing him.

The Prison Emperor lowered his eyes and chuckled, the corners of his mouth curled up so dry and ugly.

"Prison Emperor, are you here to report to the Emperor of Heaven?" Shangsheng Xingjun from the Sixth Tianji Palace of Nandou Liuxingjun greeted him from a distance, and made a slight salute. It looks very chic.

"Exactly." The Prison Emperor bent his eyes with a smile, and said slowly: "This time, Lord Lao will lead the way."

"Little Immortal panic." Shangsheng Xingjun bowed his head slightly and bowed again. The prison emperor raised his hand to help him. Great Heavenly King, now he has come to the majestic and luxurious palace gate.

"Xiaoxian has been sent here."

"Thank you Xianjun."

"Individual matter."

Shangsheng Xingjun conveyed the news of the Prison Emperor's arrival to the inside, and then made a few salutes to the Prison Emperor, and then left on the fairy cloud.

The Prison Emperor looked at the well-behaved Shangsheng Xingjun, and heaved a sigh of relief.

This heaven is really not a place he is used to.

——Even if he has been trapped in the Yintian Palace of Zhoujue for 1000 years.

"Prison Emperor, Heavenly Emperor invites you in."

The Prison Emperor smiled, and said thank you to the fairy who came to guide the way, then he stabilized his mind and stepped into the Lingxiao Palace, which he had not set foot in for a long time.

Brother, here I come.

He stopped and stopped, and soon arrived at the lobby of the treasure hall. The Emperor of Heaven didn't like to be served by others when he was reviewing official documents, so the fairy just bowed to the prison emperor again, and then Shi Shiran walked out. closed the palace gates.

Cold hall, deserted people.

The Prison Emperor looked down at the Heavenly Emperor sitting on the Lingxiao Palace from a distance. He was so close, but he gave people a kind of alienation that he couldn't get away from.

He remembered, he always remembered.

The elder brother is the emperor of heaven, and the elder brother will not recognize him if he has pulled out Qiqing.

——Even if he is the source of his emotions, even if he is the only younger brother he once loved with all his heart.

But so what?

He will always be his elder brother, no matter before ascending the throne or after forgetting his feelings, whether he keeps his emotions inside or really loses them.

He will always recognize him, the only person he truly loves with all his heart.

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Bao'er nodded happily, and hesitated for a while before drinking Mengpo soup. The Prison Emperor thought he had noticed something, but unexpectedly Bao'er turned his head and asked seriously: "Sister, may I know you name?"

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I am very grateful to the children who follow the articles every day. I hope we can go on together in this protracted battle. Zhili will definitely do his best to write articles and live up to everyone.

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