Purple gas turns glass lamp, shark people are oil, and the soul of the lamp is not dispersed for thousands of years.

The hall was unusually empty.

The only pleasure of being in the inner courtyard of the palace is to wait for the palace people to wipe it every day. They are not human, they move at will, but they are not mortal things made of mud. The baptism of the years, after the catastrophe of death, condenses the essence of the owner, and gradually produces perception. But the ecstasy is just not moving, which is really frustrating.

"Wei Zheng, you don't know what to do!" threw away the fold in his hand, overturned the incense case in anger, and threw away all the things he could take.

"I'm so angry!" Flicking his sleeves, he strode through the room, and the wind on his sleeves flew with tassels.

"Your Majesty! Emperor! "Outside the palace, the people in the palace were already on fire and were turned away, but the ancestors inside did not let people in.

Accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger, Houmen has always been as deep as the sea, who can come out after jumping in, how can I not understand in the palace all these years? It's not like a three- or two-year-old child who has those unrealistic hearts.

"Get out of here!" One by one, they are obstructive and cheap, and they are delusional to stop me!

Good! It's all against me, right? Disobedience! Well, that's great!

Laugh angrily! The hideous face makes people shudder.

"Get out!" Commanded to the void behind him.

"What is the emperor's call?" There was a banter in his clear voice that was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

In the empty hall, in the rising smoke, a person with long clothes and water sleeves, his hair in a high bun, his face was as bright as the cold moon, he stood with a long body, and walked slowly with a hint of charm.

"I want you to kill the garbage out there!" You can't share the worries of the Lord, what use do you want them to do!

The condition is ...... "simply killing, and there is no need to summon him out so much."

"Take what you fancy in this house!" What about ghosts? I am the Son of Heaven! Ordered by the sky, everything in the vast expanse belongs to the royal family, not to mention just playthings!

"I just want that glass lamp." Su fingers are slender, and where the fingers are in the cabinet that has been neglected for a long time, I don't know what kind of monarch sent the tribute, which is extremely precious. But this is the Tang Empire, which is not a rare object, and there are countless small countries that seek refuge in the Celestial Empire. What's more, this land of projectiles?

"I'll give it to you!" I don't care about it, and I can't take it to heart.

Human life and him are as light as mustard, let alone those dead things!

Under the whole world, it is not the king's land; On the shore of the land, it is not the king's minister.

How do you take my stuff!

How about ghosts and gods, still ridiculous things!

The background of the person who turned around to get the glass lamp paused slightly, and then the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and the mockery was weird.

Gently took off the glass lamp, stroked the lamp body, and muttered silently, as if whispering to someone, but where is there anyone? Some are just one person and one lamp.

Striding out of the palace, the glass lamp that he had taken away flickered and lit up, and the faint green light was like a pair of eyebrows.

The body trembled.

How so? The glass lamp never came on, and there was no merman oil here to set it on fire! 【~ @~ Free to read】

In a trance, I remembered that this was a tribute from a small country in the Far Eastern Sea.

That small country came to make the tone mysterious, his eyebrows were lowered, and he originally thought that it was a natural small family in the land of projectiles, and he couldn't withstand the power of the great power of the Celestial Empire! will be cowardly and uneasy.

He also sent someone to fetch the merman's oil, but there was no whereabouts.

Such a dead thing doesn't even have the ability to make me laugh, so what's the use of it?

Since then, it has been there, and I have not looked at it.

Sitting back on the dragon chair, Fang was too angry, and his head hurt for no reason.

"Someone! Pass on the Imperial Doctor! ”

The imperial doctor is also a rice bucket, and such a wind disease can't be cured. In vain, they all claim to be miracle doctors! I rubbed my temples vigorously, and I don't know if the ghost can find some useful people, so I'll ask when I am summoned next time.

"Why did you choose me?"

One person has one lamp, and there is no one else, there is only a lamp that shakes itself without wind.

The blue is vibrant, swaying brightly.

"Liuli, I ask you, why are you staying here?" No rhetorical questions.

"Why am I here?" There was a slight hoarse buzz, like a cry, and then it fell silent.

"It's probably the begging of the little ghost!"

Then it fell silent again.

"Mortals are clumsy, they can't recognize that your glass beast is to protect the family and defend the country, stabilize the society, and falsely treat you as an evil thing that needs shark oil, and you are pushed back and forth by the world in vain, but you don't care about these." Tongue-in-cheek.

"You have been in the world for a hundred years, and the fairy world has spread that the lamp soul is the most indifferent desire, why are you so greedy for red dust?"

"I don't know." After a while, he replied lightly.

The hustle and bustle of the red dust is not suitable for the cultivation of the lamp soul, how do you not know this? It's just that the little ghost head at that time made him feel at ease, so he followed him to stay in the Far East, and now he doesn't have to.

I witnessed the little ghost change from a yellow-mouthed child to an old man, and then disappeared into the world, and mortal life is like morning dew, fleeting. As for his descendants, he doesn't need my company, and there is nothing else to be reluctant about......

"A mortal life, a autumn of grass and trees, and you, the soul of the lamp that will not die for thousands of years and will not be extinguished for thousands of years, trying in vain to rely on the small human beings to warm the long and endless years, just an idiot."

The reincarnation of the world, all sentient beings have their own way, so that they can live endlessly, and these chaos cannot be made.

It's not a little light......

"That's it, I heard that Brother Yutan is also with you?" There is no longer gloom and loneliness in his mouth, and living alone for tens of millions of years has already erased his memory, although it will not pass in the blink of an eye, but hundreds of years is the limit.

It's good to eliminate it, it's not a bad thing for the lamp soul.

"Then you go with me!"

One person, one light, no more sound.

The lights faded in the wide, opulent corridors.

Day 2.

There are no more ants and slaves in the palace.

There is only the prosperous Mingjun who has a big belly that can accommodate the world.

Only the hall is missing a dead thing that has been sealed for a long time, and since it has been sealed for a long time, others will not pay attention to it.

lost,

It doesn't hurt either.

The new emperor ascended the throne, and there was an edict of the emperor on the plaque in front of the palace.

It reads: "Wu'er, when you receive this edict, your father will tell you a royal secret, which is an auxiliary thing left by the ancestors of the past generations to the descendants of the royal family......"

In doubt, the new emperor recited the ancient incantation: "The ghost, the emperor's auxiliary minister; Sophist, the country's George. ”

In the slow voice, there was a hint of nervousness and excitement.

In the rising smoke, a person has long clothes and water sleeves, his hair is in a high bun, his face is as bright as the cold moon, he stands long, and walks slowly with the charm of the slightest button.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

There was a banter in his clear voice that was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Spirits, ghosts too.

Fine, treacherous.

The jade of Kunshan, the treasure of easy-going, is not material, and the tribute is not expensive?

No one is not walking on that lonely road, and they come with blood.

No one, no exception.

Everything in the world is nothing more than that.

"My son, you can take my jade as a pawn."

The body is weak, unbearable, lying on the sickbed, and can only hand over his life to an unpredictable fate.

But the child in front of him is not allowed to do so. No matter what, let him live, he is the blood of the royal family.

The most honorable in the world, the humblest in the world.

How nice it would have been if I hadn't been his biological mother.

But there is no turning back after all.

"Mother, it was left to you by your father, I can't help it."

There is a bit of childish maturity in the soft and glutinous childish voice, it's just that you won't grow up like other children after all.

Looking at the jade in his hand, thinking about the oath of the former man is still in his ears. This thing is an important thing, but now we are in the country of Zhao, as a slave as a proton, and the day is not safe, and the so-called waiting for the situation to stabilize and take care of our mother and son is not an expedient measure. He was too busy to take care of himself, how could he remember a singer.

What's more, in the chaotic world, people's hearts are unpredictable.

Rely on yourself.

(End of chapter)