Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"Hohohohohohohohoo—"

Qing Huan looked at the old zombie, and said contemptuously: "A stranger?... How could there be a stranger in the tomb? Didn't the master seal the door of the tomb that day?"

"Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho——"

"Okay," Qing Huan got up: "I'll go check it out, Master, please rest first."

Qing Huan retreated from the main tomb, the expression on his face immediately became tense, and he came to the corpse refining room as quickly as possible.

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"Qing Huan?"

"Get up!" Qing Huan pulled him up: "The master found out that there is a stranger in the tomb, you come out of here with me!"

"Huh? Now?"

"Hurry up, I'll take you to find the exit, don't be discovered by the master!"

Qing Huan took Chen Ziran's hand and ran outside - he could only rely on memory, the original path was familiar, but after the tomb passage was changed, he never went out again - and, he could pass through the wall. Bi, but Lin Ziran is human, so he must pass through the exit...

They ran halfway, Qing Huan felt that something was wrong, when she looked back, there was a row of will-o'-the-wisps following them——

"Not good!" Qing Huan flicked his sleeves and waved away those will-o'-the-wisps: "Master has found out! Let's run quickly!"

The two of them speeded up, but the cold feeling behind them was getting closer——

At a fork, Lin Ziran suddenly stopped.

"Why did you stop? Run!" Qing Huan was very anxious.

"Let's run separately, you go there, I'll go here."

"I..." Qing Huan's eyes widened.

"There is no time. We only need to go out alone, and we can find someone to save us! Run!!" Chen Ziran, who had always had no objections, was very determined this time.

Qing Huan hesitated for a while, thinking that if they were caught by the master, they would all be finished, so they should separate——

"Ok!"

Qing Huan finally nodded, let go of Chen Ziran's hand, and ran to the left side of the road, he just wanted to run, run, just run out...

Halfway through the run, it suddenly occurred to him that something was wrong—wait!

What is he running for?He should go to stop the master now - the master is following the breath of a stranger, and he must be running towards Chen Ziran...

Thinking of this, Qing Huan hurried back, but what he didn't expect was that when he went back, he happened to see the mad old zombie with red eyes, showing four sharp teeth, grabbing Chen Ziran, ready to bite down— —

"Don't bite him!!!"

The old zombie stopped, turned his head, his neck creaked...

Taking advantage of this moment, Qing Huan flew over and pulled Chen Ziran over——

"Why are you back?" Chen Ziran asked in surprise.

"I'm just surprised, why didn't you leave..." Qing Huan stared at him: "You're just an ordinary person, don't you want to die?"

"Ho Ho Ho Ho - Ho Ho Ho -" the old zombie made an angry voice.

Qing Huan looked at the old zombie: "Master, let him go, don't kill him."

"Hoo ho ho--"

"I won't let you kill him—" Qing Huan stood in front of Chen Ziran.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!!!!!!"

The old zombie let out a bad breath, and Qing Huan was blown away by the anger. The old zombie flew over in a daze, and stretched out his hand with black nails towards Chen Ziran, and it seemed that the hand was about to penetrate into Chen Ziran's body. . ...

"Don't—" Qing Huan's eyes widened, but it was too late—

Chen Ziran stared at the old zombie with no fear on his face——

Suddenly a white light!

Qing Huan was blinded by the white light, and then he heard the painful roar of the old zombie——

"Ho-oh-oh-"

He opened his eyes to look, and found a mahogany sword with talisman paper piercing through the body of the old zombie. The old zombie could only make a sound, but could not move——

The man holding the sword... Qing Huan looked behind the old zombie. At some point, there was a man standing there. That man was wearing a snow-white long gown, with black hair like ink, hanging on his back. Under the light of the will-o'-the-wisp, he could Seeing his face—Jing Ran...it looks exactly like her.

The man who looked the same as him drew out the peach wood sword, his movements were crisp and sharp, and his face was expressionless - after pulling out the sword, the old zombie fell to the ground, his body twitched violently a few times, and then moved He didn't move anymore... In the end, his body also changed, his skin and flesh shrank, and even his clothes seemed to have been rotted in an instant, torn and tattered...

"Master..." Qing Huan was stunned—the master who was so terrifying just now...is dead?No, he was already dead...so now...disappeared? ...

"You are..." Chen Ziran stared at the man in white.

The man in white glanced at Chen Ziran lightly, then turned around to look at Qing Huan, he lowered his head and looked at Qing Huan's face carefully, as if he was studying something, then stretched out his hand to touch Qing Huan's face, but As soon as his hand touched Qing Huan's face, his whole body disappeared into the tomb...

Qing Huan couldn't react for a long time, he turned his head to look at Chen Ziran after a long time: "Chen Ziran, have you seen it? That person... looks the same as me..."

Chen Ziran frowned: "I see."

"Why did this happen?" Qing Huan was very puzzled: "Could it be... In fact, he is what you are looking for?"

Thinking of this, Qing Huan felt a little depressed again.

"It can also be said...but..." Chen Ziran stood up and pulled Qing Huan up from the ground: "You are also what I am looking for."

"What do you mean?"

"It's a long story." Chen Ziran glanced at the old zombie on the ground: "The old monster Yijing is dead, and you will be free. I will tell you slowly when we go out together."

"……Um……"

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Surrounded by clouds and mist, golden light flowing, and magnificent, it is the Dragon King Palace in this Tiangong.

Dragons like extravagance, and the luxury of this Dragon Palace is also ranked first in Tiangong, but this Dragon Lord is too lonely and reclusive, and there are no visitors in Dragon Palace for a day and a hundred days, and the servants in Dragon Palace are also better than other immortals. There are fewer palaces, and this is also because the Dragon Lord likes to be quiet. Although the number of "people" is small, there are many rules. Especially recently, the servants are cautious, and they dare not show their atmosphere when serving the Dragon Lord... …

The reason lies in the taboo in the Dragon Palace... There is a distinguished guest in the Dragon Palace. This distinguished guest was brought back by Lord Long, but he has been in a deep sleep since he was brought back and has not woken up to this day.

As usual, the servant Tong Yueying entered the room holding the lotus flowers picked by Tianhe. He would come in every day to change the flowers and clean them. Covered the bed, and then replaced it with fresh lotus, and finally started cleaning...

When he was sweeping to the front of the bed, he felt something was wrong, and raised his head, only to see a figure sitting up in the gauze!

"Ah—" Yue Ying yelled, then covered her mouth, turned around and ran out of the room.

The person in the bed was dressed in snow-white gauze, black hair shawl, and extremely beautiful facial features. Even if he should be among the celestial beings, he would not fall behind.He sat on the bed, looked at his hands, seemed a little confused, then lifted the curtain of the bed, looked outside, looked around, there was no one there, the whole palace had countless treasures of pearls, gold, jade and agate, but this room was The layout is very childish, with fairy grass and fresh flowers, and the room is full of fragrance.

He got out of the bed, barefooted, and walked to the vase, in which were newly replaced lotus flowers, with a few drops of dew on it, the dewdrops were crystal clear, and the dewdrops reflected his face——

this face...

There was a strong wind behind him, and before he could turn around, he heard a voice——

"Happy!" There was a gentle yet eager voice.

He turned his head and saw the person standing in front of him——Molan's dragon robe embroidered with gold thread, golden crown and cloud boots, his instrument was imposing, and the fairy wind was ethereal——

"you……"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was hugged tightly by the man——

"Qing Huan, you finally woke up..."