"Let's go down." The emperor waved his hand, his brow darkened.

Wan Qinglian saluted and turned to leave.

……

The sun is shining, but it can't dispel the darkness in the corner.

Ah Tao lay on Fei Stiff in a daze and fell asleep.

Fei Zhuang woke up at some point, looked at his coffin lid with a pair of beautiful but godless eyes, took away the hand that was holding the little milk cat, and made a cut on it.

Its nails were sharp and sharp, making a curved arc on the coffin board.

After drawing the arc, it smoothed out the place quite distressedly.

Because, it suddenly thought that this was its own coffin, if it was the coffin of the zombie next to it, how could its coffin tolerate the slightest destruction!

Its coffin is the most luxurious, delicate and beautiful of all the coffins!

How many zombies are jealous of its coffin.

It thinks wildly, and it feels very tired after thinking about it so much, and it doesn't have many brains in its head, so it's really tiring to think about things.

He lowered his eyes to look at the kitten in his arms.

The little milk cats curled up together, covered in **, fur fried, and very hot on their bodies! The heat was like a flame, instantly burning its dragon robe and body.

It was frightened and hurriedly threw the little milk cat out of the coffin.

The kitten fell to the ground, and the gold covered in its body instantly lost its luster.

Its belly was fiery red, as if there was really a fire burning.

The burning pain spread from the abdomen all over the body, Ah Tao had no strength to open his eyes in pain, and it was suddenly thrown to the ground by a force, and the pain was even more intense.

It was still dreaming, dreaming that it had eaten zombie meat when it was just born, and before it could taste the taste of the meat, suddenly its abdomen ached, as if it was beginning to catch fire inside, and it curled up in pain.

The pain of the fire was getting worse and stronger, and it was about to explode.

Fei Stiff watched anxiously from the side, but did not dare to step forward.

The cold thing is always afraid of fire, and it is so powerful that it is separated from the flesh. The body can burn its skin.

Its chest is still swarthy!

It is very entangled, and wants this cute little milk cat to accompany it, but is afraid of the inexplicable fire.

What can I do?

Before it could finish its struggle, the little milk cat suddenly burned, and the nameless fire completely burned the little milk cat.

The flames are like flowers blooming in hell, beautiful. Glamorous and dangerous.

In a moment, the kitten was a pile of ashes.

The fire appeared inexplicably and disappeared inexplicably.

Only the ashes remain.

White ashes.

Fei Zhuang stepped forward, touched his eyes and burned chest, and suddenly said, "Oops, I can't cry...... Woo woo woo poor little milk cat, you died so miserably, woo woo woo ......"

The cries of zombies are better than the howling wind of the night shift, and the lethality and terror are unusually strong.

The zombies were overwhelmed and came out to beat it up.

Fei stiff stopped crying.

The zombies said that if they made noise again, they would have to eat it in groups.

Forget it, call the little zombie another day and find a little milk cat for it.

It looked at the pile of ashes on the ground, solemnly looked for gold to bury it, and piled it up in three. Angular tomb in the shape of a small pyramid.

The autumn wind is cold, and although Cangyi in the north has just entered autumn, it is already very cold, and the withered yellow fallen leaves are overwhelming, adding a touch of decadence to the powerful country of Cangyi.

In the Cangyi Palace, the bedroom of the Seven Princes is evergreen, full of flowers, full of vitality, and is not bound by the change of the seasons of heaven and earth.