The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

Even if the Nuwa Palace was destroyed by resentful people, no one dared to desecrate the statue of Nuwa.

Looking at the jade hand stretched out by the stone statue of Nuwa, the young man suddenly felt a little touched, leaning on the stone pillar and also slowly extending a hand, as if to touch the palm of the stone statue.

If Empress Nuwa really exists, why haven't I appeared to save all beings when I am suffering so much now?

The young man felt a little sad, but he could not help but whisper:

"What exactly is compassion? Can you be compassionate when you become a god and an immortal..."

Looking at the stone statue of Nuwa on the broken stone platform, and feeling the holy breath on the stone statue, the young man slowly got up and wanted to go under the stone statue of Nuwa and see the statue of Nuwa clearly from behind the rags. What is the face like.

Just as the young man carefully planned to look over the face of the stone statue of Nuwa from under the hanging rags, a calloused and dirty hand abruptly rested on the young man's shoulder.

The young man was startled and quickly turned around, only to see an old man in rags and a thin and old face looking at him.

"San'er, what are you doing?"

The old man looked at the young man and asked.

"Grandpa, I just want to pay my respects to the statue of Nuwa."

San'er replied, the old man didn't say a word, and the somewhat cloudy old eyes also looked at the stone statue of Nuwa whose face was covered with rags, and his expression was full of piety.

Pulling San'er, the old man bowed devoutly to the stone statue of Nuwa on the stone platform in front of him three times, and then pulled San'er to sit under the stone platform. · · · Flowers 0 ·

"San'er, look at what grandpa brought you back."

A smile appeared on the old man's old face, and he looked at San'er dotingly. The old man carefully stretched his dry hands like eagle claws into the folds of the clothes on his chest, and looked around the Nuwa Palace with some vigilance. Other civilians resting.

Afterwards, the old man tremblingly took out half of the moldy steamed bun from his clothes and stuffed it into his grandson's arms.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

San'er was a little surprised. Looking at the half steamed bun that grandfather put into his arms, San'er's eyes suddenly became wet, and he quickly pushed his grandfather's hand, shook his head and said. ...... 0

Born at an untimely time, in this ruthless Shang Dynasty era, San'er, like his grandfather and other homeless and impoverished commoners, can only survive in the troubled times.

For those in the King Zhou's Palace, singing and singing every night in the wine pond and meat forest is joy. For the people of Limin who have suffered so much in Chaoge City, this half of the moldy steamed bun is enough to make many people fight for their lives.

"This is what Grandpa just went to the palace gate to ask for the adult who is responsible for transporting the filth in the palace. Eat it quickly, San'er."

The old man stuffed half a steamed bun into his grandson's arms. The loving smile and obvious scars on the old face made San'er feel the pain in his heart.

Looking at the half steamed bun in the old man's hand, which was like a treasure, San'er shook his head and said to his grandfather:

"Grandpa, I'm not hungry, you can eat the steamed buns."

"You silly child, grandpa ate it, this is for you."

Seeing the displeased expression on the old man's face, San'er felt even more like a knife in his heart.

The wasted food and filth were dumped out of the palace every day in King Zhou's palace, and those things naturally became the food that San'er and the others depended on for survival and competition.

Looking at the scars on Grandpa's face, it is enough to know how difficult it was for him to snatch the half of the moldy steamed bun, not to mention that he had already eaten it as Grandpa said.

The lie of the only close relative stung San'er's heart even more.one."

Chapter [-]: Fuxi's Reincarnation!

No one saw that when the tears from the corners of San'er's eyes fell on the ground of Nuwa Palace, the splashed tears directly turned into an imperceptible streamer and merged under the statue of Nuwa.

"Grandpa San'er really doesn't feel hungry, so you should eat it."

"You child is disobedient."

The old man still insisted on stuffing half of the steamed buns in his hand into his grandson's arms. Seeing that he couldn't stand his grandfather, San'er took a step back and said:

"Grandpa, can half of us be okay?"

San'er took half of the steamed bun from the old man's hand. Under the moonlight's shallow vision, he directly broke off the moldy half of the steamed bun and handed the other half to the old man.

Before the old man could speak, San'er had already stuffed the half of his hand into his mouth, raised his head contentedly, and watched "Three Two Three" smiling at his grandfather.

The old man sighed and touched his grandson's head with some guilt. Then he couldn't bear to look at the piece of steamed bun in his hand, and slowly wanted to put it in his mouth.

"There is something to eat!"

At this moment, another poor man's excited voice suddenly came from beside him, and then a figure knocked the old man directly to the ground, groping with both hands to grab the steamed bun in the old man's hand.

Because of that loud shout, the other poor people lying in Nuwa's Palace also woke up one after another, looking at the steamed bun in the old man's arms, their eyes began to glow with scorching light.

All of a sudden, the entire Nuwa Palace began to rush over, scrambling to grab the only piece of steamed bun in the hands of San'er's grandfather.

"Give me the steamed bun! Give it to me!"

"Eat, I want to eat..."

Because they were already starving, everyone didn't have much strength, so even if they knocked down the old man, those poor people could only slowly climb to the old man's side and stretched out their hands to grab the steamed buns from the old man.

The old man was thrown to the ground by the man just now, and his head hit the broken corner of the stone platform, and his head was bleeding. However, even so, the old man clenched his teeth tightly to prevent others from grabbing San'er next to the steamed bun in his hand. He was startled, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that his grandfather was being bullied, and immediately crawled over to push the mad poor people away from his grandfather.

For that piece of steamed bun that was barely less than a mouthful, these poor people in Nuwa Palace seemed to be desperate to grab it, and they had to sigh in their hearts.

"San'er, San'er, you heard from grandpa that you ate the steamed buns."

A large piece of the old man's forehead had been smashed, and blood was dripping at this time, but the old man endured the severe pain and stretched the steamed bun he was holding tightly in front of his grandson.

San'er froze for a moment and shook his head and continued to push the poor people who were constantly struggling to grab food. But after seeing the old man trying to pass the steamed buns to San'er, those people immediately repeated their words like a demon. While eating, he pulled San'er away and held the old man's arm.

These people, who were already starving, used their weak bodies to press the old man's body and arms to prevent the old man from taking the steamed buns away. After that, more than ten people struggled on the ground, crawling on each other's bodies, trying to climb up and grab it. Piece of buns.