The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

As if for that piece of steamed bread that was not enough to satisfy their appetites, they used their last strength to fight for it.

The piece of steamed bun was only held in the hands of the old man, and the blood from the wound on the forehead also smeared on the slightly dirty steamed bun, but even if it was stained with dirt, everyone still did not give up on the piece of food. contention.

Some people even opened their mouths and bit directly on the dry arm of the old man, trying to let the old man let go because of the pain.

Although the old man gritted his teeth and tried to hold on, he still let go of his hand because the wound was too painful and his body lacked strength, and another hungry poor man snatched the steamed bun.

As soon as he grabbed it, the poor man immediately stuffed the blood-stained steamed buns into his mouth, and swallowed it before the others turned around to grab it, almost choking himself.

The other poor people immediately left the old man's body and turned to force the poor man to spit out the steamed buns in his mouth. However, after watching the poor man swallow his only hope, they finally let out a desperate groan and moan. One lay down on the ground again.

San'er, who had just been pushed to the ground, immediately climbed up to his grandfather's side, and lifted up his grandfather, who was moaning in pain, and leaned against the stone pillar...

"grandfather……"

Seeing the smashed wound on the forehead of the old man, and the bloodstains that were bitten and scratched while fighting with other poor people for steamed buns, San'er lowered his head sadly.

The old man's breath has become extremely weak. In order to compete for the half of the moldy steamed bun, the old man has long been scarred, and now he has suffered such serious injuries, it seems that he can no longer bear it.

"San'er, San'er, good grandson, don't cry, grandpa will rest for a while..."

The old man breathed weakly, stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched his grandson's head, and then put it down weakly.

San'er looked at the blood on his grandfather's forehead, and immediately stretched out his hand and tore off a piece of cloth directly from his tattered clothes, to cover the wound on the old man's forehead to stop the bleeding.

Just now, those poor people who were driven by consciousness to compete for food were now lying in various places in Nuwa Palace and moaning. No one cared about this pair of grandfathers and grandchildren.

"Grandpa, San'er will take you to heal your wounds."

There were two clear traces of tears on San'er's dirty face. He wanted to carry the old man on his back to find someone to treat the wound, but the old man waved his hand and refused.

"Just take a rest, Grandpa, and I can go out to find something to eat tomorrow."

"grandfather……"

Kneeling in front of the old man, I felt a deep sense of powerlessness for less than 0.3 years.

The stone statue of Nuwa at the end of Nuwa Palace, after blending in San'er's tear, began to emit a hazy glow that is not easy to see with the naked eye, like moonlight, full of mystery.

"Da da da……"

At the entrance of the ruined Nuwa Palace, Qin Xuan, dressed in white, also walked in with Ru Mengxue and the Ruthless Emperor. He glanced at the stone statue of Nuwa exuding the rhythm of the avenue. Qin Xuan calmly looked towards The boy who was kneeling beside the stone platform at this time.

"Brother, is that child the Fuxi reincarnation you are looking for?"

The Ruthless Emperor glanced at the young man with a veiled face, then turned to look at Qin Xuan and asked, his cold voice full of tenderness.

"Um……"

Qin Xuan nodded. ."

The eight hundred and fifty-fourth chapter asks the saint!

In the dilapidated Nuwa Palace, the poor people who had just experienced a scramble have fallen to the ground again, and even Qin Xuan, who was dressed in Chinese clothes, did not even raise their eyes after the three of them walked in. Take a look.

Looking at the starving poor people lying in Nuwa's Palace, Ru Mengxue looked at the two of them, and then looked at Qin Xuan.

With his hands on his back, Qin Xuan slowly stepped over the poor people lying on the ground, and went straight to the bottom of the statue of Nuwa.

On the sloping huge stone pillar, San'er was kneeling in front of the old man, with two clear tears on his face.

Qin Xuan lowered his head slightly and looked at the old man who was leaning halfway against the stone pillar.

The old man was unkempt and unkempt, and his forehead continued to bleed because he hit the broken stone platform. The dark red blood scab even adhered to the corner of the old man's eyes and hair. Under the tattered clothes, one could see the old man early. The skinny body was also covered in 14 bruises. Although the old man was still panting, his breath was as dry as a lamp, and the ending was already predetermined.

Qin Xuan didn't speak, just stood there calmly watching the young man and the old man.

The old man's cloudy eyes slowly looked at Qin Xuan who was standing behind his grandson. At the last moment when the fire of his life burned out, the old man suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the boy's arm.

"Three, three children, live well..."

It wasn't until he took the boy's hand and said the last sentence of exhortation that the old man looked at Qin Xuan, who had been standing there calmly, with a slight smile, closed his eyes and fell on the stone pillar.

Holding his grandson's hand, he finally lost his last strength and slipped down silently.

"grandfather!"

The young man wiped his tears and rubbed his knees on the ground. He knelt down and climbed to the old man's side and stretched out his hands in a panic, as if he wanted to wake up his grandfather, but he was suspended in the air because of fear, and he just kept shaking. on.

In the huge Nuwa Palace, there is only the sound of the teenager crying constantly, and those poor people who just competed for a piece of steamed buns didn't care about the death of the old man at all, just listening to the crying of the teenager, wrapped tightly around the body was not enough. Cold clothing.

Even the dynasty was about to fall, and the army outside the city was about to attack, so what if someone died, these ordinary civilians had already become numb under the oppression of King Zhou.

Looking at the scene in front of them, Ru Mengxue and the Ruthless Emperor couldn't help frowning.

It wasn't until the old man's body began to show a ray of light that he couldn't see with the naked eye, Qin Xuan slowly stretched out a hand, and under the moonlight, his fingers that were as white as jade gently touched the sublimated one. on the group light.

"Grandpa, is that my grandpa?"

The boy who was kneeling on the ground suddenly raised his head, looked at Qin Xuan with burning eyes, and quickly stood up from the ground to look at Qin Xuan's fingertips and asked nervously.

The primordial spirit that mortals should not have seen, the young man in front of him actually noticed it, but Qin Xuan didn't show any surprised expression, just nodded.

Under the expectant gaze of the young man, Qin Xuan used his fingertips to draw the light of the primordial spirit that the old man died and sublimated, and the light that was not very bright disappeared from Qin Xuan's wide sleeves when he turned his wrist and fingertips.

"Could it be that your lord is a soul-enchanting messenger from the underworld?"

The teenager looked at Qin Xuan and asked.