My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

Chapter 265 I am the wronged emperor

  Unlucky.

 It’s really unlucky to step on a horse.

　　It actually looks exactly the same as Love Brain!

At this moment, Fu Jiuxiao's frustration reached the sky.

The true form of the **** is so different from the statue?

"Brother Jiuxiao, you don't have to come close. I'm afraid you'll spit out the face after seeing Emperor Lingxiao's face. You used to think that others were ugly and foolish, and you were stupid in love." Suisui pulled his sleeves and said seriously. Comfort.

Fu Jiuxiao coughed lightly: "Actually, it's not that ugly..." and touched his face.

Suisui glanced at him suspiciously. As soon as he got close to the crystal coffin, Suisui's eyes suddenly widened.

Looking blankly at Emperor Lingxiao lying peacefully in the coffin.

Emperor Ling Xiao’s eyebrows were tightly closed, but he was a little more profound and mysterious than Fu Jiuxiao.

 His whole body was cold and inhuman.

“Brother Jiuxiao, you and Emperor Lingxiao look alike.” Suisui shouted loudly.

At this moment, Fu Jiuxiao felt the eyes of everyone around her, and the tips of her ears turned red.

The saint looked up at Fu Jiuxiao, looking at him with deep eyes.

　　It seems as if the pupils are emitting different lights.

The saint's breathing was rapid and she looked at him intently.

"Who wants to be like this brainless thing like him? If I were him, I would stop living and find a rope to hang myself down. I have lived so many years in vain..." Fu Jiuxiao sneered.

 He would not be as stupid as Emperor Lingxiao!

Seeing how mercilessly he spoke, the saint moved her lips as if she wanted to say something.

"Holy girl, open the coffin." Jiajia looked at the holy girl and then at Fu Jiuxiao.

 The Saint took a deep breath to calm down the shock in her heart.

He then took twelve maids with him to perform the rituals together, chanting simple and profound incantations.

A small light array suddenly appeared at the feet of the twelve people. There were countless mysterious patterns in the light array, and the rays of light were connected to each other, forming a huge magic circle.

 The aura in the air is so rich that it can be transformed into substance.

 The face of the twenty-eight-year-old saint was rapidly aging.

 The twelve maids looked shocked and looked at her in fear.

 This is not a coffin opening ceremony.

The saint grinned slightly and nodded towards the twelve maids. The maids looked at each other and then nodded heavily.

 The saintess clan originated from the maidservants of Princess Shengyuan.

After Princess Sheng Yuan ascended to the throne, Emperor Ling Xiao passed down the inheritance to the maid clan, and the saint maiden clan protected Sheng Yuan from generation to generation.

At this moment, the sixteen-year-old saint's face was aging rapidly.

 Her rosy skin became more and more saggy, and more and more wrinkles appeared on her eyebrows.

 A head of beautiful black hair, turning white from the tips little by little.

In the blink of an eye, the saint changed from a sixteen-year-old woman to a sixty-year-old gray-haired old lady.

The light grew brighter and brighter, and the saint was seen spilling a trace of blood as she finished reciting the last spell.

The Saint almost gritted her teeth and shot a ray of light into Ling Xiao's body.

 “Open the coffin.”

The crystal coffin that just couldn't be opened after all the efforts was now opened with a gentle push.

 The air is filled with a faint fragrance.

Fresh and pleasant, with a hint of sweetness after one puff.

 Snap.

 The saint collapsed directly to the ground.

 At this moment, she has gray hair and her life has already begun to count down.

 “Saint…” Everyone exclaimed, even though Jiajia didn’t like the saint, their faces were full of worry at this moment.

 The Saint, who had always been serious about words, laughed softly.

 Laughter is full of relief.

   “The imprisonment of the Saintess family was finally released.”     “From now on, there will be no more Saintess family.”

 "Slave... you have completed your mission." The saint fell to the ground, her eyes falling on Fu Jiuxiao and Yan Suisui blankly.

 In her eyes, Yan Suisui is clearly the young version of Princess Sheng Yuan.

Princess Shengyuan, who was neither sad nor happy in her memory, is now smiling like a flower. This time, you should succeed, right?

 The saint gradually closed her eyes.

The saint's family has been passed down for countless generations, and every life is waiting for her return.

 The moment the crystal coffin is opened.

Suisui moved forward uncontrollably, and the little girl pursed her lips tightly, not knowing why...

Seeing the man's hands clasped alternately in front of him and his brows looking peaceful, Suisui felt a little uncomfortable.

Suisui raised her hand and touched her face. Her face was wet and full of tears.

 "I cried...why should I cry?" Suisui murmured in a low voice.

Suddenly a picture flashed before my eyes.

 The man as powerful as a **** leaned over and asked her: "Yuanyuan, when will you be able to have me in your heart?"

The little girl tilted her head: "What does it mean to have you? You are always by my side."

"No, I want your heart." The powerful man looked at her with a dark expression.

Yuanyuan groaned, reached out and pulled out a beating red heart from her chest.

“You gave me my cultivation, so why not give me my heart?”

 The man opposite him suddenly fell silent. Not a word was spoken.

The sudden memory made Suisui feel dazed for a while, as if she had become that Yuan Yuan.

The moment Suisui approached, the remains of the gods in the crystal coffin suddenly began to scatter.

 He is waiting.

 Awaiting her arrival.

 Waiting for her to come and see him.

"The gods are leaving..." Everyone shouted and knelt on the ground, watching helplessly as Emperor Lingxiao was reduced to ashes bit by bit.

The moment Emperor Lingxiao disappeared, Fu Jiuxiao felt a strong memory rushing towards him.

The past of Emperor Lingxiao flashed inexplicably before his eyes, as vividly as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

 No, it is not the past of Emperor Lingxiao.

It's him.

 Every moment was something he had truly experienced.

 The temple provides shelter from the rain and gives her eyeballs.

 Give her the sense of taste, give her the sense of hearing...

  Cultivation means exploding fireworks.

 Divine blood turns into flowers.

 Cultivation is a gift to a beautiful woman…

 Fu Jiuxiao’s handsome eyebrows have already been twisted into twists.

　　The love brain whom he disliked so much and who he angrily rebuked countless times was himself! !

　　　Pap-pap-pap, my face was swollen by myself.

 Oh haha.

 He is the reincarnation of Emperor Lingxiao.

 Yes, he is the great wretch of Emperor Lingxiao.

There was a clang sound.

"Brother Jiuxiao...Brother Jiuxiao, what's wrong with you?" Suisui turned her head and saw Fu Jiuxiao lying limp on the ground.

Jiajia hurriedly asked people to send Fu Jiuxiao out.

 Fu Jiuxiao: Hey, I want to leave this **** world.

 (End of this chapter)