The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Along with Leng Xiaolu bouncing around, there was also a little black cat.

The little black cat meowed happily when it saw Xiao Chen, and jumped onto Xiao Chen's shoulder.

The actions of the little black cat aroused the strong dissatisfaction of the little milk cat on Xiao Chen's collar.

The little milk cat waved its short legs to scratch the black cat, but the legs were too short to reach.

When the black cat looked at the silly little milk cat, Le's eyes narrowed.

With a smile on Leng Xiaolu's face, Xiao Chen rolled his eyes and said, "Xiaolu, come here."

When Leng Xiaolu heard Xiao Chen calling him to go over, he jumped up and down happily.

As a result, as soon as he got to Xiao Chen's side, Xiao Chen put on a straight face: "What are you laughing at?"

Seeing Xiao Chen's stern face, Leng Xiaolu felt a little at a loss, lowered his head and rolled up the corner of his clothes with his hands.

Xiao Chen slapped his forehead, this fucking girl's heart is bursting!

"Stand at attention, raise your head, hold your chest out, and raise your butt."

Leng Xiaolu subconsciously followed Xiao Chen's words, and as a result, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and his face was like a peach blossom.

Xiao Chen's family covered their eyes, "This should be irreversible."

"From now on, the majestic lord of hell will be shy all day long. From today onwards, I will teach you the way of kingship."

Xiao Chen still likes Leng Xiaolu very much, of course this is not love, it's just the kind of liking an elder has for a junior.

Xiao Chen was very satisfied with Leng Xiaolu's performance several times, once in the Silent River and once at his own home.

Facing his enemies, this seemingly weak little boy showed amazing resilience and cold-bloodedness.

Leng Xiaolu also heard General Baima mention the matter of entering hell, but he was a little confused and didn't take it to heart.

Now hearing Xiao Chen mention it again, Leng Xiaolu scratched his head and asked, "Brother Xiao Chen, what do you mean by the Lord of Hell?"

Xiao Chen didn't intend to hide it from Leng Xiaolu either, he would have to know about this sooner or later, and he had better be prepared for it.

Xiao Chen repeated the words of General Baima, what hell reopened, reincarnation restarted, Leng Xiaolu was taken aback when he heard it.

In the end, Leng Xiaolu pouted, and said with a reluctant look: "Why me, I don't want to be some kind of king."

Xiao Chen almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, this guy's brain circuit is also very strange.

Such a huge pie fell on his head, and he was a hundred unhappy. It was probably worthless in his eyes that others would not be able to ask grandpa and grandma for it.

As for why it was Leng Xiaolu, Xiao Chen felt that it was probably because his own soul was a yin god, and he was born with the ability to suppress and order yin and evil things.

There is also such a big lump of purple luck on the head, if you don't make a king, you will be sorry for the luck.

After all, Leng Xiaolu was the type of person who was so lucky that he was so lucky, Xiao Chen reckoned that if this guy just lay still on the bed, he might have a big chance to hit his head.

"Oh, how wonderful it is to go to hell. Wouldn't it be wonderful to be a king of the mountain, with a lot of followers all day long, who can get the wind and the rain, and have a lot of beautiful female ghosts."

After hearing Xiao Chen's words, Leng Xiaolu grinned, almost crying: "I don't want to go to any hell, I don't want any female ghosts."

As Leng Xiaolu talked, he lowered his head, and his voice became smaller and smaller, "I just want to stay here, by brother Xiao Chen's side." In the end, the voice was almost inaudible.

"What are you talking about, speak up."

Leng Xiaolu's face flushed red, and he said in a panic, "No...no...nothing."

"Okay, let's talk about this later, from today onwards, you will follow me to learn the kingly way."

Xiao Chen thought about it for a while and felt that something was wrong. The domineering way he walked was completely incompatible with the kingly way, and there was even a conflict.

"Little Longer, little Longer..." Xiao Chen yelled at Heidao, and finally called out the indifferent prison dragon.

Seeing the prison dragon, Leng Xiaolu opened his mouth in surprise, and choked out a sentence for a long time, "Okay, what a beautiful sister."

"elder sister?"

Xiao Chen looked at the Prison Dragon with a strange expression. This girl didn't know how long she had lived. It could be tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years, or even millions of years. As long as the Prison Dragon's blade is not destroyed, she can even Live forever, this is the real immortality.

Calling such an immortal elder sister always makes Xiao Chen a little weird.

But to Xiao Chen's surprise, upon hearing the name "sister", the corners of Prison Dragon's mouth twitched slightly, showing signs of laughing.

This is simply the blossoming of iron trees. It seems that as long as they are females, regardless of whether they are humans or demons, they all have this habit.

"Xiao Long'er, this little guy is entrusted to you. You know a lot. Teach this little guy how to be a qualified king."

After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he fell back on the chair and straightened his body.

After the prison dragon hooked the corners of his mouth at first, he quickly recovered his indifferent expression, and exuded that faint murderous aura from his body.

Leng Xiaolu's spiritual sense is so strong that he instantly senses that this heroic sister in front of him is as high and unattainable as a mountain, and he is just a small grass under the mountain, insignificant.

Leng Xiaolu looked at Xiao Chen who was quite dead, and said in a crying voice, "Brother Xiao Chen, I'm afraid."

Xiao Chen laughed and said: "You are afraid of a hammer, you are a boy, and Xiao Longer is a girl, if you say you are afraid, Xiao Longer is afraid."

Prison Dragon rolled his eyes and waved his hand, a burst of contact began to appear on the black knife, and a black vortex appeared on the black knife blade.

Prison Dragon held Leng Xiaolu's hand with unexpected tenderness, which made Xiao Chen very unhappy, he didn't even get this kind of treatment, it was really cheap for this little bastard.

The black vortex sucked the two of them into the world and completely disappeared.

Xiao Chen looked at the two people who disappeared, slapped his thigh and praised: "My little Longer is smart, and if he says a thousand words and ten thousand, it's better to let the little guy go back to be the king himself, and use the illusion to build a country. If Leng Xiaolu goes to be the King of the Mountain for a while, then everything will be settled!"

Xiao Chen cheerfully patted Prison Dragon's ass, and his figure gradually disappeared in place.

Little bun shop.

The butcher's figure seemed to be becoming more and more bloated, and today's business was a little bit bad. The butcher was sitting in front of the shop, holding a few buns in his hand and sighing.

Those young ladies who come and go on the road don't come to buy a steamed stuffed bun. The nutrition can't keep up. How can they develop well?

The butcher threw a steamed stuffed bun into his bloody mouth sadly, and then smashed his mouth twice with some insatiable desire.

"Fatty, life is very comfortable!"

A familiar voice sounded, and the butcher shuddered subconsciously. He put on a smiling face and howled loudly, "My lord, my lord, you miss me so much."

As he said that, he rushed forward to give Xiao Chen a loving hug, but he went there quickly and came back quickly, his whole fat body fell into the steamed stuffed bun shop, making a mess.