When the live broadcast of Kuaichuan is in progress

Chapter 800 Mrs. Ma who wants to protect her son (21)

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Just when Shengge was debating whether to open Wang Jiulang's coffin, a spirit butterfly landed on the back of her hand.

Don't ask her why she left Lingdie for the new emperor...

Butterfly is the eternal god in Liang Zhu's world.

However, did the little emperor's letter come too early?
I'm so afraid of what I said, and I wish I could die forever and never have any contact with each other?

Simply, Sheng Ge sat directly in the corner, gently touching the unknown little flowers with one hand, and read the little emperor's letter.

After wanting to be elected, marry the queen and ask her if she agrees.

Of course she agreed, the little emperor's age is similar to his literary talent, in other people's family, this age is almost ready to get married, marry a wife and have children.

After all, those concubines in the harem are useless.

It's normal to want to get married.

So Shengge replied simply and clearly, "Yes."

For the little emperor, Sheng Ge didn't dislike her, but she didn't accept her either, so she didn't like it.

But, who made the little emperor the one chosen by the first emperor?

No matter what, she will take care of one or two.

It's just that the first emperor sometimes misunderstood, and the little emperor was not stupid. How can he be a stupid person who can compete with literary talents for so many years.

If it was placed in a stable and prosperous age, there would be no problem for the little emperor to be a conservative and wise emperor.

It's a pity that he was born at an untimely time.

But the little emperor is also able to think about current affairs, which is pleasing.

However, Wencai didn't like it.

Wen Cai's rejection of the little emperor is well known, after all, the little emperor was like a dog's skin plaster when he was young, a cockroach that couldn't be beaten to death.

If the people around were hit, they would either shy away and mutter behind their backs, or try their best to compete.

But the little emperor is different...

The little emperor was not afraid of tigers when he was a newborn calf, and he had to arrogantly scold people face to face.

It was thanks to Wen that he had the experience and heart to deal with people for a lifetime, otherwise, after so many deaths, the little emperor might have died suddenly.

Thinking of the quarrel between Ma Wencai and the little emperor, Shengge couldn't help but curl his lips.

The way to keep yourself young is to get along with young people.

Shengge said that she implemented this point very well.

After Lingdie flew away, Shengge sacrificed the ugly rake that she hadn't used for a long time. After the First World War, she sealed the ugly rake away.

The ugly rake that had absorbed her heart and soul was shining with a coquettish and soul-stirring light. It looked strange and charming, but it was also extremely dangerous.

Rake and her thoughts are connected, no matter how strange it becomes, it is also connected with her life, misfortune and good fortune depend on each other, and it will not hurt her in the slightest.

"Yiyi, do you think there is still hope for the live broadcast room to reopen?"

Shengge spoke abruptly.

The group of ups and downs in the live broadcast room watched her walking all the way to the glass slag. I haven't seen him for so long, and I don't know if he has taken off his fans.

Or, were you frightened by the tragic scene that day?

Perhaps, in their eyes, she was already a dead person.

After all, with that rake, the heart is ruined, and the blood in the heart is also drained. What do you live on?
I always feel that Tailang and his gang are crying and crying, and they have come back to their senses, so it's time to pay homage to her with a wreath.

So far, in the hearts of everyone, she may not exist anymore.

"Will do."

They answered firmly one by one.

Today's Shengge is no longer the same as before. When the severely damaged live broadcast room is reopened again, it belongs to Shengge completely.

And she, too.

She and Shengge are no longer just partners, but friends, and even relatives.

Shengge, who got affirmative answers one by one, lowered his head and chuckled, then stretched out his finger and poked the ugly rake lightly. The ugly rake responded nervously but pleasantly.

The ugly rake is not vulgar at all, so he naturally has spiritual consciousness.

The ugly rake remembered all the tragic scenes that happened to Shengge and the Great Sage.

"Don't panic, aren't you all heading in a better direction now?"

"The law of negation of negation in Marxist philosophy tells us that the road is tortuous, but the future is bright."

Well, talking about philosophy at this time seems to be funny.

"Whether it's the Great Sage, me, or you, we will all become stronger selves. I didn't blame you back then. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to protect those soldiers who are loyal to me."

Shengge smiled, and said in a leisurely manner.

Shengge's desire to move forward indomitable only increased, but his mentality gradually calmed down, becoming more peaceful and calm.

It will be fine in the end, and the fate of her and the Great Sage can only be in his own hands.

"Little rake, now I have something to ask."

The Ugly Rake was relieved, like a child given a candy floret show, delighted.

Whatever you want, the mission of the rake is to live for the owner.

As Shengge's thoughts turned, the ugly rake turned into a brush in the blink of an eye, and with each stroke, he outlined the profound, mysterious and unparalleled ancient formation on Wang Jiulang's coffin.

And every stroke and every painting contains the power of faith and merit.

She was tied up and unable to open the coffin, so she could only protect Wang Jiulang as well as possible, trying to eliminate the natural hostility and yin energy of being a zombie before he woke up and was born.

Over the years, one ebbs and another grows, and I hope that Wang Jiulang can completely shed his zombie body and turn into a natural god-man.

If you don't owe anything, you won't be tied down.

With so many worlds, she is trying to maintain a delicate balance.

She did her best to pay back what she could.

As for those who are not clear about the Great Sage, the big deal is that they will be beaten by the Great Sage a few more times after reaching the top in the future.

The days are long to come, isn't the Great Sage still yelling that he is her old father?

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After drawing the formation, Sheng Ge's face turned pale.

I hope her hard work will not be in vain.

In order to prevent problems with the formation, Shengge did not leave the mausoleum immediately, but stayed temporarily.

Wang Jiulang was not buried with the Xie family, and apart from those priceless and rare treasures accompanying the collection, he was the only one in the huge mausoleum.

No living person was buried, and no wife was buried together.

Clean and alone.

In the mausoleum, Shengge stayed for three months. After confirming that the formation was operating correctly and that it would not have any adverse effects on Jiulang, Shengge left with confidence.

After staying in the mausoleum that was too quiet for a long time, it was a little uncomfortable to come out to sing and sing suddenly.

But soon, my mind was attracted by the conversation locks of passers-by resting in the tea shed.

The little emperor is in full swing for the post-election...

Well, the news is not surprising.

But the news that followed really surprised Shengge.

"Have you heard the shocking secret of the royal family?"

Royal family?

Shocking secret?

It has to be said that this gimmick is attractive enough.

Shengge looked at the other party eagerly, waiting for the other party to understand her curiosity.

Could it be that the little emperor made some trouble again?

"Are you talking about the love story of two men competing for one man?"

(End of this chapter)