The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

Xiao Chen fell asleep drowsily during the chat between God of Death and Liusu Mingyue.

When I opened my eyes, I just felt an amazing softness.

"Young master, are you awake?"

The soft voice of the god of death reached Xiao Chen's ears.

Xiao Chen shook his head in a daze, and his blurred eyes gradually became clear.

The beautiful face of the Grim Reaper appeared in front of his eyes.

It was only then that Xiao Chen realized that he was actually held in the arms of the God of Death, and the warmth he felt was naturally the soft chest of the God of Death.

Xiao Chen comfortably rubbed his small face against Death's magnificent chest.

Suddenly a small figure jumped into Xiao Chen's arms, it was Liusu Mingyue.

Liusu Mingyue wiped her tears with guilt on her face.

"Brother Emperor, I'm sorry..."

Xiao Chen smiled, and patted Liusu Mingyue's head lightly: "Don't let me hear these three words from now on."

"But..." Liusu Mingyue became more and more sad.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm still alive and well." Xiao Chen sat up from Death's arms, and put the sad little guy on his shoulder.

Only now did Xiao Chen realize that he was actually on top of a wave formed by the dead tide, and the dead tide was constantly moving forward, as if he was on his way.

And behind the death tide, there was a big guy with one head and three legs.

It was the strange rhino caught by Flying Death.

This big fellow followed the advancing dead tide, rolling his eyes tiredly.

"Where is this going?" Xiao Chen asked curiously.

"Find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters for you to practice." Death smiled and pointed to the distance.

Although Xiao Chen took the path of martial arts, he didn't have any requirements for the aura of heaven and earth.

But after all, a good environment can still make people happy physically and mentally.

At the end of the gaze, a lush and lush mountain appeared, shrouded in colorful rays of light, with a fairy air.

"This world is polluted by the demonic energy of the great devil, is there such a blessed place?"

Xiao Chen asked curiously.

"There is no absolute thing in the world. Even in the dark void, there will be light. It is not surprising that there is a blessed land here."

Death said with a smile.

Xiao Chen nodded, "God has the virtue of loving life, and it will always leave a glimmer of life for living beings."

At this moment, Wu Wudi and Hei Feng appeared from nowhere.

Seeing Xiao Chen wake up, Hei Feng howled like a pig.

"Brother Chen, you are awake. I thought you just fell asleep like this? I even thought about your epitaph, the first emperor to be poisoned to death by mushrooms, how about it!"

Xiao Chen rolled his eyes, knowing that this dead pig was also an outspoken guy, so he didn't bother to talk to him.

"Is Wudi okay?" Xiao Chen looked at Wu Wudi and asked.

Wu Wudi shook his head, but looked enviously at Xiao Chen in the embrace of Death God.

Xiao Chen felt a little funny, it seemed that he was still thinking about his mother's entrustment before she died.

Let him find a wife early and give birth to a fat boy.

Xiao Chen suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile: "It's okay to be invincible, sooner or later there will be a daughter-in-law."

"On Earth, I found two wives for you, both of whom are beauties."

"One is Qin Wanqing, and the other is Huangfu Fangling. After a few years, when we go back, you can go and have a look. If you are satisfied, you can try it."

Xiao Chen can also talk, he obviously found a martial arts heir for Wu Wudi, an autistic guy, but now he just calls him a little wife.

Wu Wudi gave a rare smile and gave Xiao Chen a thumbs up.

With a dissatisfied expression on Heifeng's face, he shook his tailless buttocks.

"Brother Chen, what about me? This time brother, I don't even have a tail. You have to be responsible for my life's major events."

Xiao Chen looked at the chubby, round buttocks, and felt that without the tail, it seemed to be cuter.

The only regret is that he will not be able to hold his tail and play with the big windmill in the future.

Xiao Chen thought of this weird aesthetic again, rolled his eyes and said: "There is something wrong with your aesthetic, let's talk about it when it becomes normal."

"What do you mean there is a problem?" Hei Feng muttered dissatisfied.

Afterwards, Xiao Chen learned about what happened after he passed out.

Only then did Xiao Chen realize that he had been in a coma for two full months.

And although the poison in his body has been cured, some of the poison has already invaded the bone marrow and cannot be eradicated.

And what's even more weird is that the mixed poison actually branded Xiao Chen's soul.

This brand new poison treated Xiao Chen as his home, and lived there with peace of mind.

In other words, Xiao Chen became a poisonous person.

Xiao Chen's blood, sweat, saliva, everything was highly poisonous.

Except for Xiao Chen, the master.

If someone else's body was contaminated with Xiao Chen's blood or something like that, they would be instantly poisoned to death.

When Xiao Chen was asleep, the god of death experimented with the sweat on Xiao Chen's body.

A drop of sweat actually poisoned everything in a large pond, turning that pond into a place of death.

The violence of the toxicity is simply appalling.

"Holy shit, from now on, won't I just keep strangers away?" Xiao Chen's expression was depressed.

The god of death smiled, and pointed to the tassel Mingyue Road on Xiao Chen's shoulder.

"Actually, as long as you don't come into contact with bodily fluids, such as saliva, blood, and sweat, there's nothing wrong with it. Look at this little guy, he's fine."

Xiao Chen heaved a sigh of relief, such words are acceptable.

Xiao Chen had encountered a kind of born poisonous person before, and that was the real one who should stay away from strangers.

Because of that kind of poisonous person, even the breath he exhales can turn other poisonous people on their backs.

"This new poison on your body is very strange. Not only is it the only poison I have ever seen in my life, but it also has a terrifying lethality to the soul."

The god of death raised Xiao Chen's little hand as he spoke, and gently squeezed out a drop of blood.

Xiao Chen's blood now also returned to normal red.

Death put the drop of blood on his palm.

A horrible scene happened.

The blood instantly invaded the body of the god of death, and the body of the god of death instantly turned gray and black, full of cracks of fear.

This appearance was almost exactly the same as when Xiao Chen was most poisoned.

Xiao Chen immediately realized the problem.

Death has no substance, she is the state of the soul.

The beautiful woman in front of her, but her appearance before she was alive was created by the god of death himself.

Is this kind of poison so terrifying that it can kill spirits?

Soon Reaper returned to his original state and smiled.

"This poison is very powerful, although it can't do much harm to people of my level now."

"But if you can make good use of it, it will be a great help to you when you grow up."

"The journey of martial arts is too monotonous and boring. It is also very good to practice this kind of poison when you are free."

As the God of Death said, he took out a black scroll from the tide of death below, and handed it to Xiao Chen.