Chapter 509: My Life Is Up to Me (Part II)

Mencius has clouds: climb Mount Tai and small the world.

Although Wang Yi has never been to Mount Tai, he can be sure at this moment that the peak in front of him is much higher than Mount Tai...

It can be summed up in eight words: high and majestic, majestic.

On the top of the mountain, there are hundreds of people standing.

They divided into five phalanxes, four of them, and looked at one place at the same time.

It is the least populous and the most special.

More than 20 slender shadows stand there, making this space full of infinite vitality.

In front of Qianying, there stood a majestic figure, his long hair was like a waterfall, and a huge divine ring was floating behind him.

The source of the black light is from him.

At this moment, Wang Yi's heart in the void shook like a drum.

This is not a fragment of memory from the past.

Because, he saw little Lori.

And in the arms of the little Lori, there is a smaller Lori, she is about 2 years old, as flawless as a porcelain doll, with a white forehead in the middle, with a purple ** line. And on the little buttocks, there are five snow-white... Tail?

"Auntie, hee-hee..."

The five-tailed girl kept laughing, and her two white and tender little hands kept playing with the black green silk of the little Lori.

Little Lori let her do it, ignored it, and just stared at the front stupidly, with tears in her beautiful eyes.

I don't know how long it has been...

"Husband, don't... Please don't go..."

Little Lori finally spoke, but her voice trembled a little.

The figure in front of him was as motionless as a mountain, and there was no movement.

In the void, there is a dead air, filled with a great sorrow...

Little Lori bit her lip hard, raised a small hand, pointed behind her, and said in a trembling voice: "A few of them are already pregnant, if you really have three long and two short, we... We..."

After hearing this, the figure finally reacted.

He shuddered, then slowly turned around.

He is Wang Yi who has the power of the emperor.

Or, the Emperor of Chaos - Yang Lingchen.

At this time, his eyes were silent for a while, without any emotion. At the corners of the eyes, there are two shocking blood marks.

"You guys, let's go..."

Wang Yi spoke slowly, his voice low and indifferent.

Little Lori's delicate body trembled, and she closed her beautiful eyes in pain.

"Dad, little want to hug..."

The five-tailed girl in her arms suddenly opened her little hand and called out in a delicate voice.

Wang Yi looked at the girl, and there was a trace of tenderness in her dark pupils, but it was fleeting.

Suddenly, he said in a deep voice: "Senior Concubine..."

Little Lori took a deep breath, opened her beautiful eyes, and choked up: "Bengong... In..."

Wang Yi raised his big hand, hissed, and tore open a corner of the void.

"Take them with you, go!"

His voice was firm.

"No..."

"We're not leaving..."

"Husband..."

"Let's go together..."

The Qianying finally got anxious, didn't care about it anymore, and rushed towards Wang Yi.

Wang Yi stared at them and raised his hand again.

'Snort'

The sun was shining, and an invisible barrier suddenly appeared, blocking their path.

The shadows lay on the barrier, beating like crazy, screaming in mourning...

The scene was horrific.

In the void, Wang Yi looked at the tragic picture scroll below, and his body trembled.

In the distant past, this happened too...

Why?

Why does history repeat itself, and why does tragedy happen again?

"Bastard, you TM made them cry again, what the hell are you TM doing?"

He couldn't hold back any longer, yelled, and rushed straight at himself below.