My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

The day when the little fish soared.

The elders of Lingyun Sect ascended.

The head of Sanqing Sect has been promoted.

This made the powerful group cry on the spot.

Who can step on a horse to receive the light so fiercely?

It's simply more powerful than taking pills.

After only absorbing some divine energy, he soared.

How did they know that it was not only ascension, but also represented the favor of heaven.

After ascending in the future, there will be great benefits in the God Realm.

The only consolation is that Wen Mingxuan, who is so talented and famous all over the world, failed.

He was unscathed by the eighty thunderbolts, but he was completely defeated by the eighty-one interrogation tribulations and had no power to resist.

During the calamity of questioning one's heart, he did not betray Xiao Yu'er and did not kill his wife to prove the truth.

Knowing that it was all an illusion, he still couldn't bear to do it.

On their wedding night, he held the lost little fish in his arms and rejoiced.

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 against Xiao Yu'er and couldn't kill her again, even if it was just an illusion.

He was completely defeated in the Tribulation of Asking the Heart, and was defeated by his inner demon.

When Emperor Junhua woke up, his heart still hurt terribly.

"Emperor, you finally woke up." Xiao Daotong breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you don't wake up, this disciple will go looking for 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."

Emperor 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 very happy and wants to celebrate her success."

Emperor Junhua frowned slightly: "Confused, what 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 god used for sacrifice like a child." Emperor Junhua looked disdainful.

"Now, do you even have to support the way of heaven?"

"Are you going to see the First God?" the little boy asked in a low voice.

The emperor's face suddenly turned cold, "I no longer have the friendship with them that we had back then."

The little boy didn't dare to persuade him any more.

Back then, the Emperor and the God of Creation were inseparable brothers and sisters. If so, I'm afraid it will break up.

"They have left the divine realm, so naturally they are not worthy of being worshiped by you. No wonder, now that you have met the emperor, you still have to worship the emperor."

"How can they be as sober as the Emperor? The Emperor has never fallen for personal love. 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.

My heart aches thinly.

"Where is Lord Si Mingxing?"

"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 Xiao Tiandao who doesn't like the peach blossoms in the God Realm. He insists on killing the peach blossoms in Qionghua Palace. The Emperor of Heaven ordered Xiao Xian to remove the peach blossoms here."

Emperor Junhua's face turned cold.

"What nonsense."

"How could we remove the peach tree just because she didn't like it?"

Emperor Junhua waved his hand in annoyance and asked Xian'e to go down.

Seeing the rays of light on the opposite side, he asked, "When is the celebration?"

"tomorrow."

Emperor Junhua hummed. After looking for Lord Si Mingxing, he just happened to go there.

Emperor Junhua drove the clouds all the way to Siming's bedroom quickly, but Siming closed the door tightly.

Emperor Junhua did not report the matter, but just kicked down the bronze door of Siming Hall.

Si Mingxingjun was standing behind the door in fear holding his life book.

"Retreat?" Jun Hua smiled coldly.

Si Ming laughed dryly: "I was about to retreat, and the emperor came by chance...Emperor, the changing of the seasons, the rotation of the sun and the moon, are driven by destiny."

"When the emperor wrote down the main destiny, time will push it forward. Of course, with a strong destiny, there will also be some mistakes."

Emperor Junhua spread his hands and looked at him coldly.

Si Ming stammered: "It is Si Ming's dereliction of duty to leave the fate book in his hands. Si Ming..." He did not 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 slapped himself, causing blood to flow from his mouth, and then...

flew out.

He broke through the door and fell to the ground: "Emperor, why are you trying to steal the order book?" Poof, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He had to add a reasonable drama to himself.

Emperor 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 was a little different from when he wrote it.

According to the horoscope he wrote back then, Jiang Xiaoyu was just his tool in the mortal world.

He has no thoughts of his own, no emotions of his own, and will not touch his own emotions.

And now...

All the horoscopes were messed up.

She didn't know when her thoughts sprouted, and she even felt helpless being pushed by fate. She began to resist fate.

But the gears of fate are beyond her control. She is being herself soberly, while following the fate of her destiny.

Emperor Junhua's breathing stagnated slightly.

No wonder Wen Mingxuan felt Xiao Yuer's separation all the time.

Sometimes he hates her like a puppet on strings and loses his mind when he sees Wen Mingxuan.

Sometimes a different face appears.

According to the original horoscope, Xiao Yu'er will be completely proven by his murder of his wife.

But she had clearly awakened, knew this clearly, and even knew that she had spiritual roots, but she still chose to give herself another chance.

She knows it all.

Know it all! !

She still chose herself without hesitation.

Emperor Junhua's hands were trembling, and he could not hold the fortune-telling firmly.

Tick ​​tock tick…

Drops of tears fell on the horoscope.

Emperor Junhua felt a sharp pain in his heart, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lines of pure spiritual energy dispersed from heaven and 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 book. 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.