MTL - My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old-Chapter 461 The emperor wakes up
Chapter 461 The Emperor Awakens
The day when the little fish soared.
The elders of the Lingyun Sect have ascended.
The head of the Sanqing Sect has been promoted.
This made the powerful group cry on the spot.
Who is riding a horse to receive the light so brightly?
It is simply more powerful than taking pills.
After absorbing only a little bit of the spirit of the gods, he soared.
How did they know that it was not just an ascension, it also represented the favor of heaven.
After ascending in the future, there will be great benefits in the divine world.
The only consolation is that Wen Mingxuan, whose talent is astonishing and famous all over the world, failed.
He was unscathed by the eighty thunderbolts, but was completely defeated by the eighty-one interrogation calamity and had no power to resist.
During the calamity of questioning one's mind, he did not betray Xiao Yu'er, nor did he kill his wife to preach.
Knowing that it was all an illusion, he still couldn't bear to do it.
On their wedding night, he was happy holding the little fish he had found.
He abandoned the road and just wanted to keep his little fish happy for the rest of his life.
He knew everything was false, but he couldn't raise his sword to Xiao Yu'er and couldn't kill her again, even if it was just an illusion.
He was completely defeated in the Tribulation of Questioning the Heart, and was defeated by his inner demon.
When Emperor Junhua woke up, his heart was still hurting terribly.
"Emperor, you finally woke up." The little Taoist boy breathed a sigh of relief.
“If you don’t wake up, I will go to find the Emperor of Heaven.”
"Emperor, is your trip going well? Has your heart been broken?" The little Taoist boy helped the emperor stand up.
Xiao Yu'er's voice and smile flashed before Emperor Junhua's eyes, and he raised his hand to gently caress his heart.
The little Taoist boy was slightly frightened. Could it be that the emperor was defeated?
Emperor Junhua didn't say a word. He only heard bursts of Sanskrit sounds outside and asked, "What's the sound outside?"
“Do you remember the little daughter of the First God?”
“That’s the little girl named Fu Zhiyan.”
Dijun Junhua nodded, vaguely remembering that she was a little girl with fat breasts.
“That little girl from Xintian Dao?”
"Yes, she has come back after all the calamity. Now the emperor is happy and wants to celebrate her success."
Dijun Junhua frowned slightly: "I'm confused, why are you celebrating at such a young age? Don't let your pride lead to your temper."
"The way of heaven has always been a spiritual consciousness that was born and raised by nature. Now that you have become a goddess, you should be well educated." The emperor raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brow.
"That's right. After all, they can raise the creation **** used for sacrifice like a child." Emperor Junhua looked disdainful.
“Now, will even the way of heaven be crippled?”
“Are you going to see the First God?” the little child asked in a low voice.
The emperor's face suddenly turned cold, "I no longer have the friendship with them that I had back then."
Children did not dare to persuade him any more.
Back then, the emperor and the creator **** were inseparable brothers and sisters. If so, I'm afraid it will break up.
"They have escaped from the divine realm, so naturally they are not worthy of your worship. It is impossible to say that now that you have met the emperor, you still have to worship the emperor."
"How can they be as sober as the Emperor of God? The Emperor has never fallen prey to personal affairs. If you ask me, the most just one is the Emperor." The little boy sighed.
Jun Hua's face froze slightly, and he pursed his lips slightly.
There is a thin and dense pain in my heart.
“Where is Si Mingxingjun?”
"Master Si Mingxing? Three days ago, he suddenly announced that he would be in seclusion." The little boy scratched his head, knowing that Lord Siming Xing had just left seclusion not long ago.
The emperor hummed, raised his feet, and auspicious clouds gathered together, standing on top of the clouds.
Seeing the glow and Sanskrit sounds in the distance, the emperor's eyebrows were a little unhappy.
“Why is it in such a hurry?”
Xiao Xian'e, who was passing by, paused and saluted the emperor.
"Reporting to Emperor Junhua, it is Xiaotian Dao who does not like the peach blossoms in the divine world. He insists on killing the peach blossoms in Qionghua Palace, so the Emperor of Heaven ordered Xiaoxian to remove the peach blossoms here."
Dijun Junhua's face turned cold.
"What a nonsense." "How could we remove the peach tree just because she didn't like it?"
Dijun Junhua waved his hand in annoyance and asked Xian'e to go down.
Looking at the bursts of rays of light on the opposite side, he asked, "When is the celebration?"
“Tomorrow.”
Dijun Hua hummed. After looking for Mr. Si Mingxing, he just happened to go there.
Dijun Junhua drove the clouds all the way to Siming's bedroom quickly, but Siming closed the door tightly.
Emperor Junhua did not report the incident, but just kicked down the bronze door of Siming Hall.
Si Mingxingjun was standing behind the door in fear, holding his fortune book.
“Retreat?” Jun Hua smiled coldly.
Siming laughed dryly: "I was about to retreat, and the emperor came by chance...Emperor, the changing of the four seasons, the rotation of the sun and the moon, are driven by destiny."
“When the emperor wrote down the main destiny, time will move forward. Of course, with strong destiny, there will also be some mistakes.”
Dijun Junhua spread his hands and looked at him coldly.
Si Ming stammered: "Si Ming has neglected his duty if he leaves his hand with the fate book. Si Ming..." He didn't dare to hand over the fate book.
Before he finished speaking, the emperor's face darkened.
With a swish, Si Ming threw the life book into his hand.
Then Si Mingxingjun raised his hand and gave himself a slap, which caused blood to flow from his mouth, and then...
Flyed out.
Broken through the door and fell to the ground: "Emperor, why are you trying to steal the order book?" Poof, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
He had to add a reasonable drama to himself.
Dijun Junhua's breath was stagnant, as if he didn't expect that Si Ming was actually a drama queen.
He had no choice but to raise his hand and open the horoscope.
Sure enough, the horoscope is a little different from when he wrote it.
From the horoscope he wrote back then, Jiang Xiaoyu was just his tool in the mortal world.
Having no thoughts of one's own, no emotions of one's own, let alone touching one's own feelings.
And now…
The fortune-telling is all messed up.
She didn’t know when her thoughts sprouted, and she even felt helpless driven by her fate. She began to resist fate.
But the gears of fate cannot be controlled. She is being herself soberly while following the fateful plot as fate drives her.
Dijun Junhua's breathing stagnated slightly.
No wonder Wen Mingxuan felt Xiao Yuer's separation all the time.
Sometimes I hate her like a puppet on strings, losing her mind as soon as she sees Wen Mingxuan.
Sometimes it shows a different face.
In the original horoscope, Xiao Yu'er will be completely convinced by his wife's murder.
But she had clearly awakened, knew this clearly, and even knew that she had spiritual roots, she still chose to give herself another chance.
She knows it all.
Know it all!
She still chose herself without hesitation.
Dijun Junhua's hands were trembling and he could not hold his fortune-telling firmly.
Tick tock tick tock…
A teardrop falls on the fortune tree.
Dijun Hua felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
A stream of pure spiritual energy dispersed from the sky and the earth.
“Emperor!” Si Mingxingjun was startled and hurriedly got up from the ground.
"There is a new soul that has entered the life tree, right?" The emperor raised his hand to wipe away the blood.
Siming nodded: "After the emperor went down, a soul was sent to the destiny tree. That is where the emperor's real love disaster lies."
"That soul? Where is it?" the emperor asked with a hoarse voice and red eyes.
(End of this chapter)
