Emperor's fiery demon queen

Time flies by. It seems that five years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The natural disaster of that day five years ago, if it did not leave any traces of damage on the road, on the contrary, it also made the continent begin to burst into new vitality.

After the five elements were reconciled, the ladder of heaven reappeared, and Kyushu, with its increasingly thin aura, ushered in a new life, which made everyone really feel the grand occasion ten thousand years ago.

After Tang Qing's remaining evils were completely cleared away, the whole Kyushu mainland, under the condition of prosperous medical ethics and sufficient spiritual power, has produced a large number of talents. The poisonous insects that were once used to harm people have become the material for healing.

In this thriving scene, Qi Tuan and Jun Jiuli seem to have become legendary heroes. Only those who personally participated in that year can still remember the shock and grief of that day.

In the imperial capital of Daqi, not far in front of the palace, two seven-year-old children were chasing and running. Suddenly, one of them tripped and fell directly to the ground.

The child chasing behind suddenly changed his face. He couldn't hold his old expression. He rushed to help the tripped child up.

"Where did you fall?" asked the cold child, his face full of panic.

The fallen child stretched out his two palms and looked at him pitifully: "my hand hurts."

Both of his palms were skinned, and he looked even more pitiful while his white skin was almost transparent.

The cold child turned white: "I'll take you to find brother Mo!"

He picked up the child on his back and was about to leave, but the child strangled his neck: "pick up the plate on the ground, it tripped me, it must be mine!"

The cold child raised his face and said, "don't! If you're in poor health, it still trips you. What do you want it to do?"

The child on his back quit immediately: "Lin ya, you are not obedient! If you are not obedient, I will never tell you again!"

The cold little boy Lin Ya suddenly became stiff. With a straight face, he picked up the stone plate on the ground and angrily stuffed the stone plate into his arms.

Seeing this, the child on his back immediately smiled with joy. His big eyes like black grapes smiled into two crescent moons: "linya, I knew you were the best to me! Don't be angry, I'll be with you all my life!"

Lin Ya said with a straight face: "really? Bai Xiu, you are already a seven-year-old adult. You must count your words!"

The child who was held by Lin Ya nodded emphatically: "of course, I am a seven-year-old adult. Of course, I have my word!"

Hearing this, Lin Ya suddenly showed a silly smile on his cold little face, and then ran directly towards the palace with short legs.

The two children were obviously regular guests in the palace. When the guard saw them, Qi Qi couldn't help laughing.

The two children ran into the East Palace unimpeded. They saw a handsome boy practicing sword in the yard.

I don't know when the transplanted osmanthus tree whispered with the sword spirit. In a moment, it fell in profusion, which made the young people practicing sword under the tree more beautiful.

Both children were stunned.

The boy found them and stopped the sword. They came back to God.

The boy smiled at the two children. His cold expression softened in an instant. There were two sweet dimples at the corner of his mouth, which made him look too cold and instantly contaminated with the sweetness of Osmanthus cake.

"What's the matter?" the boy asked.

"Brother Xiaomo, I broke my hand." Bai Xiu stretched out two small short hands and sighed like a little adult: "brother Xiaomo knows that Lin Ya is a good hand at practicing sword, but others are disabled."

Lin Ya's little face suddenly turned red. He gently put Bai Xiu down: "I study hard... I'm always afraid to break him..."

Bai Xiu said magnanimously, "it's all right. I'm strong!"

Lin Ya wrinkled a small face and didn't dare to do anything because of his words.

Although they were born together, Bai Xiu was very weak since birth and nearly died of several minor diseases.

Lin Ya is always afraid to see him lying pale, so the longer he gets, the more cautious he is about Bai Xiu.

His attitude, coupled with his own hand disability, leads to more and more inability to learn the very simple things that Bai Xiu can learn. He can only practice the sword desperately. He thinks that when he becomes as powerful as adults, he can ensure that Bai Xiu will not get sick and hurt.

He can't handle it, so don't let bad things happen - that's the best way he can think of at his age.

The boy plays with two children all year round. Although the two children are older than him, because both children like his brother to call him, and no one comes out to emphasize their generation, they slowly put themselves in the position of their brother.

"Xiao Xiu is really brave," the boy touched Bai Xiu's head and Lin Ya's: "Xiao Ya is also very smart. You two will be invincible when you grow up."

The two children immediately straightened their chests and were very proud.

The boy was amused. Taking advantage of Bai Xiu's elated depiction of the future blueprint with Lin ya, he cleanly treated the wound in his palm.

Lin Ya saw it and hurriedly racked his brains to tell Bai Xiu this and that. He also took out the stone plate in his arms and tried his best to attract his attention.

Later, the two children's attention was all on the disc.

Lin Ya reached out and touched the veins on it: "I always feel familiar. It seems that I have seen this array."

Bai Xiu stared for a long time and shook his head blankly: "I can't understand."

They immediately looked at the boy together: "brother Mo?"

The boy smiled and took the stone plate. He saw that the stone plate seemed to look familiar. In his mind, it seemed that there had been the shadow of this stone plate.

He tried to think, thought, and suddenly stood up.

I remind of it!

Five years ago, in Kyoto, Jianguo, Grandpa Miyan exhausted his spiritual power and threw the stone plate to his father. He said that as long as he found his mother's soul, even the remnant soul, he could borrow the array inside!

For five years, his father and mother never came back. He thought that this hide and seek game had really become a scam.

What about now?

Did he find them, or did he lose them forever?

The boy's hand holding the stone plate trembled violently, so he had to protect it carefully on his chest, so he dared not be afraid of falling it accidentally.

The two children used to be teenagers from left to right on his thigh, but now they all fell a fart.

However, both of them spoke obediently, because Jun Mo, who always worked hard, was not afraid of hardship, and loved to laugh and be cheerful, had red eyes and cried.

They were anxious to ask, but they didn't dare to speak until they heard footsteps at the door of the east palace. They turned around like an amnesty.

Many people came today, Qi Yun, Bai Qiuchi, Shui Yang, MI Yan and Qin Yu. When they saw the two children sitting on the ground and looking at them, the five adults immediately smiled.

"What's the matter?" Mi Yan asked with a smile.

Bai Xiu anxiously raised his hand and pointed to Jun Mo: "that stone plate..."

Before he finished, he saw a "lying slot" burst out in MI Yan's mouth, then jumped up without manners, ran to Jun Mo, grabbed Jun Mo's hand, cut a hole in his palm, and then pressed it on the disc.

"Buzz!"

The stone disk sucked blood wildly, then vibrated violently, and then suddenly exploded at the next moment.

In a burst of smoke and dust, two figures were reflected.

Mi Yan waved his sleeve in ecstasy and shook away the smoke and dust. He saw that the two men were holding half eaten sweet potatoes in their hands and staring at them.

Yanli's lovely woman blinked and quickly found her son with surprise and fear in the crowd. She reached out to bear and hugged him. Tears flowed down: "there is no surplus food in this space. We have chewed the dead tree skin for a year and just found two sweet potatoes..."

The handsome man on one side slowly put down the little sweet potato in his hand and slowly hid it behind his back, but his ears gradually turned red.

Anxious and restrained, he moved over, gently touched the boy's head, and then held his wife and son in his arms.

For a long time, he looked up at the others, looked at the people with red eyes and said, "I found her. Now I'm taking her home."