"Play less games." Sang Yanqing hugged his arms, "It doesn't matter if you play oracles. Playing games hurts you? No matter how good you are in the game, you can't see them in reality, so don't invest too much."

Si Fuqing muttered: "It's not fake. I can go to the tomb to see him."

Sang Yanqing: "..."

Poisoned.

Forget it, she didn't care about it because she had a beautiful battle today.

"You can rest tomorrow until the end of the month." Sang Yanqing said before leaving, "When recording "The Birth of a Staff", remember to calm down and don't always smash the entertainment industry."

Si Fuqing made an OK gesture, quickly put on the game helmet, and entered "Eternal".

This time I opened my eyes but was not in the palace.

It's a wild forest.

The sound of horse hooves was astonishing as thunder.

Si Fuqing saw the young man being chased.

She obviously noticed that when she appeared, the boy paused and looked at her.

After this stop, the pursuers behind him chased after him.

Si Fuqing's eyes were fixed and he was about to step forward.

But the boy had already retracted his gaze and avoided the attack on the side of his body.

Then there was a massacre.

The unilateral massacre of the young Emperor Yin.

Si Fuqing has seen him study quietly and cook carefully.

Only killing is the first time I saw it.

He was silent and didn't say a word.

He didn't stop until the last man killed him.

The white clothes on his body were stained with blood, and the blood dripped down his wrist and fell to the ground.

His handsome face was also bloody, and he looked like a Shura evil ghost.

The dragon bird sword in his hand.

The old emperor gave him this sword, hoping that he would die early.

Although his eyebrows and eyes were a little immature, he had grown taller than her.

Si Fuqing needed to raise his hand to wipe the blood from his face.

He couldn't see her, but could only feel the wind blowing by, very light and soft.

His eyelashes trembled.

"I thought you wouldn't come." The boy said lightly, "But I am also glad that you will not have to look at my hands stained with blood and slaughtering my brothers in the future."

Si Fuqing was stunned.

Hadn't been here for more than a year, isn't he already thirteen years old?

When Emperor Yin was twelve years old, the eighteen sons fought for the throne began.

The eldest prince is the crown prince and is already twenty-six years old.

He is the least outstanding one in terms of age and overall strength.

Even the youngest eighteenth prince had an imperial concubine as the backstage.

He is the only one who has nothing.

But he went from having nothing to more than ten thousand people.

What did he go through?

"You appeared today and caught me off guard." The boy finally smiled faintly, "It just so happens that the sun is about to set, sit down."

He lifted his clothes and sat down.

Si Fuqing also sat down and then wiped him blood.

There was no wound on his body, it was all covered with other people's blood, which made her feel relieved.

Another silence.

The boy spoke slowly: "Are you scared just now?"

Si Fu leaned on the ground to write.

——Not afraid, I have killed many enemies.

The boy raised his eyebrows slightly: "So you can't be reincarnated, you become a lonely soul?"

Si Fuqing: "..."

There seems to be nothing wrong with this logic.

"Someone said I would go to hell." The boy looked calm, "It's good to think about it. You can still see what you look like, at least you are a rare ghost who is good to me."

Si Fuqing frowned.

——No.

Si Fuqing thought about it and wrote six words on the ground.

——To conquer the world, I will accompany you.

I will accompany you to rule the world and fight in all directions.

The boy's eyes suddenly became deep.

He slowly raised his head and looked down at the vast Five Daxia Prefectures from the top of the mountain: "Okay."

A gentleman is promising, and a thousand gold is worth a thousand gold.

He will definitely do what he promised.

**

At this time, it was noon on the Western Continent.

Tong Luoyun just finished a scene.

She is still abroad, has a jet lag, and has no time to pay attention to domestic affairs.

As soon as I got back to the nanny car, I saw the assistant, the makeup artist and the agent who accompanied her looked at her with a silence.

Tong Luoyun took off her sunglasses and frowned slightly: "What's going on? All of them are like this?"

Just like someone died in the family.

"Tong, Sister Tong..." Assistant stuttered, she moved her lips, """ "Submit the Demon", "Submit the Demon" crew..."

"So what's wrong? You still don't give up and step on me again?" Tong Luoyun sat down, looking quite impatient. "I'm really annoying. I'm a dog skin plaster. I'll take my steps every day to get rid of my heat. I have the ability to walk on my own."

"No, Sister Tong." The assistant's voice was difficult, "You, look."

She handed the phone over.

Tong Luoyun saw the most central word at a glance.

The news headlines, with red and bold, shows how excited the editor-in-chief is.

[Exposed! After thirty-five years, Daxia Film and Television has appeared on IFTV again, and the fairy tale drama "The Demon" was released simultaneously at home and abroad!]
Chapter completed!