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Between the twinklings, the emperor decided to leave the golden lake.

But when he was about to get up, his body did not listen at all.

The surrounding lake water, which is the true dragon's temperament, has been pressed from all sides, letting its body fall down continuously, showing weightlessness.

The emperor was shocked. He tried to raise his breath, but he found that the power of the gods in the body could not be lifted, as if it had disappeared at once.

"This ghost place."

The Emperor's heart sank.

His body, like a rock, keeps sinking.

The lake doesn't look too square, it's not much bigger than the pond, but it doesn't bottom out.

The emperor does not know where he is, how will he sink?

There are fewer and fewer gases in the viscera, and the emperor's face is red, and a blood vessel seems to be blasting at any time.

The golden lakes around them were hydrated for a trace of gas, and the gas turned into a golden dragon.

The golden dragon is like a locust, wrapped around the body of the emperor, greedily sucking.

The emperor felt that the golden lake itself was constantly drawing on the infuriating spirit in his body.

The eyes of the emperor suddenly rounded up. The lake formed by the dragon veins did not let him absorb the gas of the real dragon. Then the dragon itself itself ate his instinct?

The dragon vein of the ruling dynasty has a history of more than 10,000 years. The so-called dragon vein has the enthusiasm of the real dragon. In the long and endless years, there is gradually spirituality.

The spirituality of the dragon vein itself contains the dragon's hegemony and greed.

It was previously injured by the Taoist priest with forty-one peach piles, and the dragon's temperament contained in the dragon vein was greatly damaged.

The emperor broke the mahogany pile and let the real dragon's gas flow smoothly while looking for the dragon vein.

The dragon vein itself also perceives the true dragon spirit of Di Xin.

The dragon is greedy, and after the dragon has possessed the spirituality, it wants to capture the true dragon of the imperial concubine to repair the dragon vein. As a result, it is invisible to form the trend of the two dragons.

Whether it is a priest or a prince, he has never thought of such a scene.

This time, it was really ruined by the Emperor.

The emperor secretly sighed in his heart.

Those golden dragons, such as the bones of the skeleton, have a slight decrease in the body's breath, and the emperor's limbs have become weaker.

If he goes on like this, he will die if he is not exhausted, and he will live and suffocate at the bottom of the lake.

The temperament of the emperor's viscera has become less and less, and his body is sinking like a rock.

The consciousness is gradually blurred, the eyelids are getting more and more heavy, and the body of the emperor is falling.

"Imperial Emperor... Emperor"

A voice, constantly groaning in the ear.

Washing woman...

The emperor heard a gentle female voice, his eyelids moved, and he opened his eyes effortlessly.

"Emperor... From today, your name is Emperor."

Emperor's eyelids can only barely open a slit, he looked up and entered the face of a woman.

Although it is not clear, the Emperor can be sure that it is not a self-cleaning woman.

The voice of the woman, accompanied by the sound of a gentle lullaby.

He felt that he seemed to be in the arms of someone.

The body becomes very light and soft, just like in the clouds.

This feeling is very similar to when I was young.

The afterglow of the corner of the eye, I saw my appearance.

The emperor was taken aback and became a little baby.

A milk doll with only half-arms long, was held in the arms of a woman.

On the woman, there was a faint fragrant aroma, and she walked around the room with her emperor.

The situation in the room, like the woman's face, was ambiguous, and the Emperor only knew that it was a small room with only dim light.

The woman was full of children for half an hour, and the emperor felt that a burst of trouble came.

Is this a dream or a fantasy?

Emperor's eyelids were heavy again.

The woman thought he was asleep, and put it gently in the cradle.

The lullaby is getting farther and farther, and the woman's footsteps are getting farther.

After a while, a footstep came again.

Despite the confusion, the emperor can conclude that this footstep does not belong to the woman who was earlier.

A pair of hands, suddenly stretched over, it was very rough and suddenly came over.

There is something that stabs a thorn on his neck.

"Oh, you don't deserve to be the young master of the emperor family. Only my child is the young patriarch of the emperor family."

A bitter and harsh voice, mixed with resentment and poison, lingers in the ear.

The emperor was alert, and the original vague consciousness quickly returned.

Killing, he felt a strong killing from this woman, taking care of the killings, and suddenly came.

It was only the emperor at this time that he was in a body with a hand-free baby. He could not resist.

A painful heart was passed through in my son.

In the body, something was stripped out.

"That is"

On the forehead of the emperor, the sweat of the beans sprang out.

Within his own body, several emperors' lifelines were drawn out.

The five devils' lifebloods were stripped out of the body, and the baby wanted to cry, but the woman smothered the baby's mouth with her hands.

"The life of the Ninth Five-Year, I would like to see, you have no life of five emperors, how can you be the emperor supreme."

The woman gnashed her teeth.

The baby's struggle is getting weaker and weaker. At the end of the day, the baby's body is curled up and the members are only a full moon. The body is very weak. At this time, the child's entire body has become a purple color, and it has already breathed.

The sneer of the woman groaned in her ear, slowly, the voice was far away.

After a while, the familiar footsteps came back.

In the woman's mouth, there is still a gentle lullaby.

She went to the cradle.

"Emperor, my child, are you hungry..."

After a while, the cry of the woman came, urgent, a noisy footstep.

The house was a mess.

I don't know how long it took, the voice of a majestic old man echoed in his ear.

"Our family of demons, there is no lifeline of a demon, no need for such waste. Throw it into the wolf's burial post and let it die."

"No...that is my child, returning my child to me. He is not a waste...he is the life of the Ninth Five-Year."

Waste is waste, the son of waste is still waste, and even the relatives don't know who the hybrid is, it's simply humiliating the doorstep of the emperor's family.

The sharp female voice that appeared before that appeared again.

The woman's weak and helpless voice was swallowed up.

Everything, return to calm.

The emperor suddenly opened his eyes and his body sank into the bottom of the golden lake.

The dreamlike scene is still in my head.

That is... memories? !

The baby is him, he was deprived of five lifelines.