My Koi Sister is Three and a Half Years Old

unlucky.

It's really unlucky to step on a horse.

It actually looks exactly like Love Brain!

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

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

"Brother Jiuxiao, you don't have to come close. I'm afraid you'll spit out the face of Emperor Lingxiao. You used to dislike other people's ugly and foolish love-mindedness." 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, and as soon as she got close to the crystal coffin, Suisui's eyes suddenly widened.

He stared 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 and looked at him with deep eyes.

It's as if the pupils are emitting a different light.

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 for 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 glanced at the holy girl and then at Fu Jiuxiao.

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

Then he took twelve maids with him to perform the incantation together, chanting simple and profound incantations.

A small light array suddenly appeared under 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 almost so rich that it can be transformed into substance.

I saw that the face of the twenty-eight-year-old saint was aging rapidly.

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

This is not an open-casket 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 brows.

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 fired a ray of light into Ling Xiao's body.

"Open the coffin."

The crystal coffin that could not be opened after all efforts was now opened with a gentle push.

There is a faint fragrance in the air.

It's fresh and pleasant, with a hint of sweetness when you take a sip.

There was a 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 girl..." Everyone exclaimed, even if Jiajia didn't like the saint girl, they were all worried at this moment.

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

The laughter was full of relief.

"The imprisonment of the Saintess clan is finally freed."

"From now on, there will be no more saints."

"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 was 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 Saintess 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...

Suisui felt a little uncomfortable when she saw the man holding his hands alternately in front of him and his brows looking peaceful.

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 god 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, then reached out and took 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.

Waiting for her arrival.

Wait for her to come see you.

"The gods are leaving..." Everyone shouted and knelt on the ground, watching helplessly as Emperor Lingxiao turned into ashes little by little.

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 real as seeing 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 eyes.

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

Cultivation means exploding fireworks.

Divine blood turns into flowers.

Cultivation is given to beauties...

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

The love brain who was disgusted by him and scolded countless times was himself! ! !

Bang bang bang, his face was swollen from the beating.

Oh haha.

He is the reincarnation of Emperor Lingxiao.

Yes, he is the great grievance of Emperor Lingxiao.

There was a clang.

"Brother Jiuxiao...Brother Jiuxiao, what's wrong with you?" Suisui turned her head and saw Fu Jiuxiao falling limply to the ground.

Jiajia hurriedly asked someone to send Fu Jiuxiao out.

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