"Chachacha..."

boom.

The wine glass was placed heavily on the tea table, which was very jarring.

A few wisps of hot wind blew through the quiet attic.

Rao Wang was sitting in front of the stage, his face and body were shrouded in the hazy blue wind, and he felt a bit impetuous.

He still didn't speak, and only glanced at the golden-robed man wearing a golden mask on the left. This was Huang Quan.

Yes, one of the five Holy Emperor families, the Wuse Saint Emperor, and the leader of the dark force, the King of Hell, are sitting in front of the same tea table at this moment - this is a scene that neither of them had imagined in their lives.

"Chachacha..."

Compared with the restlessness shown by Wuze Holy Emperor, Huang Quan also sat there, but looked a little more reserved.

He sat upright, even stiff, with his hands hanging straight by his legs, without the proper arc to relax his joints, like a wooden sculpture.

Different from the turbid yellow wine spilled all over the table of Emperor Wan Ze, the cup belonging to Huang Quan had been sitting there from beginning to end, and he had never touched it once.

"Chachacha..."

This sound keeps ringing in the ears, which makes people feel more uncomfortable, irritated, and painful than a saw!

"Don't say anything?"

The Holy Emperor slapped the table and stood up, staring at the underworld.

Seeing that there was still no response, he took a deep breath of red turbid wind and glanced to the right:

"My Emperor, when can I leave this building?"

…

Chachacha...

The jade-faced scholar Kong Yuhen was concentrating on carving a palm-sized piece of wood with a carving knife.

On it, the image of a middle-aged man with a strong face, clear outlines, and a bit of impetuousness between his eyebrows is vividly displayed.

"Soon, friend."

Qi Yuxin replied without raising his head.

The carving knife in his hand moved very quickly, but only a little bit of wood powder was peeled off at a time, which was very grinding. "...Don't be in a hurry."

The attic on the first floor of Gujin Wangyou Building is already filled with a hazy feeling.

I don’t know where the light was borrowed from the transparent windows, and it shined on this place, making the dust float and making it beautiful.

"Chachacha..."

The irritated voice continued.

Rao Wangze stood up from the table with a bang. He could no longer bear the grinding sound of the knife that had been tortured for seven or eight days, and said angrily:

"My Emperor, something happened!"

"Next time, would you like to come to your attic again and help you complete this wood carving?"

The carving knife in Kong Yuhen's hand finally stopped, and he raised a pair of bright eyes and cast them at the domineering Holy Emperor.

At this moment, the wind jumping around Rao Wuze felt a little more hopeful.

"It's too high, friend." Kong Yuhen waved to him, "Sit down."

After saying this, regardless of whether Holy Emperor Wang Ze sat down or not, he put down the wooden carving in his left hand and picked up another unfinished product on the tea table in front of him.

He turned his head and looked at the golden masked man.

Use the carving knife again.

"Chachacha..."

…

Bang!

Black wind suddenly fell from the sky and shattered the tea table into pieces.

The sputtering black wind caused Huang Quan's golden robe to dance, and when it blew past Kong Yuhen, it seemed as if it could not touch another time and space, and did not even move his hair.

"My Emperor, there is something urgent!"

"In the first heaven of the ruins of God, the emperor's power still remains. If I don't go back for a day, I will destroy Taixu there every day."

"If it is used by someone with intentions, not only the Holy Slave, the Holy Temple, but also you, and you..."

He pointed at Huang Quan, who was sitting upright, and for no reason the manic depression in his heart became even worse, and shouted: "Even your people, the King of Hell, will die one by one!"

Huang Quan was indifferent, his eyes under the mask were very dull, as if someone had cast a restraining spell, and his fingers did not even twitch.

Kung Yu glanced out the window with regret.

Obviously, the worry of the Holy Emperor was unnecessary, because there were not many people left outside the window.

Delayed mercy is too contemptuous.

Kong Yuhen let out a long sigh, held the carving knife and looked at the Holy Emperor:

"Friend, you are very anxious."

…

anxiety?

Hahaha, are you talking to me about anxiety?

How could I not be anxious? Who has the leisure time and mood to play wood carving with you in this wretched place!

I have business to do!

Entering the ruins of the gods this time is a great opportunity, one of the few best opportunities to reverse the deteriorating situation of Emperor Wurao.

The Infant-Destroying Sacred Strain that intercepted the destiny of the ancestral god, the slaying priest Ran Ming Can Nian, and even the Evil God himself...

Each and every one of these is an opportunity that cannot be met or sought in the Holy Spirit Continent. They are the ones that the other four families will stop themselves from contacting and cooperating with.

And now, just out of curiosity, I entered this "Ancient and Modern Forgetting Tower"...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The Holy Emperor was so irritated that he wanted to yell, regretful to the point of collapse, and anxious to the point of committing suicide.

Just imagine, in this dilapidated battlefield of ancient ruins, everyone is struggling for life.

Suddenly, you turned your head and saw a three-story attic that was exquisite, elegant, and unsullied from the mud on the empty wasteland behind you.

There are also several large characters hanging on the plaque on the attic, which are recorded in the ancient history of the Holy Emperor family and can only be seen by those with great opportunity in every era.

you!

A Holy Emperor!

The family is in crisis!

When you are at your wits' end and encounter such an opportunity, how can you not try to push the door and forget about the worries?

Never thought...

Worry comes from it and cannot be cut off.

After entering this building, not only did you not forget your anxiety, but someone also pulled you to sit down, asking you to temporarily forget about the outside world and calm down, and then carved a wooden sculpture for you that has not been finished for seven days.

My wine glass is full of floating ash from your wood carvings. Are you telling me that I am anxious?

This emperor!

Shouldn't you be anxious?

"Kora! Yu! Hatred——"

The Wanze Holy Emperor spoke every word and drank with murderous intent.

After he had been sinking for ten breaths, he softened his words and said, "Let me out."

Chachacha...

Kong Yuhen was facing the underworld, "Lift your chin a little bit."

Huang Quan turned out to be neither a woodcarving nor a deaf person. He raised his chin a little after hearing the sound.

"Lower."

A little lower again.

"pass."

Lift it back a little more.

"Very good, keep it up. Soon your statue will be placed with theirs." Kong Yuhen pointed at the ten wooden carvings on the table on the left and moved the carving knife again.

Chachacha...
To be continued...