As the wine sprinkled on the ground, Ye Xuan's words fell to the ground.
Behind the extremely large tomb, it slowly split.
A thin big hand poked out from it.
The big hand was standing beside it, as if the big hand's owner was taking advantage of the force to sit up.
After a moment.
A skinny man in a blood robe and disheveled hair sat up from the grave.
He sat there for a long time, as if he was savoring something.
He... seemed to have slept for a long time.
It’s so long that I feel like I’ve spent countless epochs.
It seems that a lot of memories have been lost.
It takes him a certain amount of time to think back and forth.
“…The night is not alone.”
"Look for adoptive father."
The man in the blood robe spoke in a low voice, perhaps because he had been sleeping for too long, his throat was hoarse, and he spoke like a ghost.
But when he finished speaking these six words, the thin figure of the man in the blood robe gradually swelled up at this moment.
In the blink of an eye, it turned into a young man.
He looked up slightly, revealing his eyes as dark as night.
Very clean, with a hint of arrogance and unruly.
He climbed up from the grave, climbed onto the tombstone and sat, looking at the boy in black robe who was pouring wine in front of the tombstone.
Because the boy in black robe had his head down, he could not see the boy's face clearly.
But sensing the unique temperament of the boy in the black robe, he knew who was here! "Entertainment Father!"
The young man in blood robe jumped off the tombstone and jumped in front of Ye Xuan, looking at Ye Xuan in surprise.
Ye Xuan looked at the excited young man in blood robe and couldn't help but smile, reach out and handed the heavy snow sword gourd in his hand to the other party.
The young man in the blood robe was slightly stunned, but he still honestly took the snow-raising sword gourd. He looked at Ye Xuan and said excitedly: "Entertainment Father, I finally found you!"
Ye Xuan pointed to the Sword Gourd of Daxue and signaled to drink first and talk about it after drinking.
Seeing this, the young man in the blood robe didn't talk nonsense. He raised his head and poured it into a burst of hard work.
"Cough cough..." This is a good thing. Ye Bugu, the eternal demon emperor who had drunk all the strong wine in the world, was choked and his face turned red.
But Ye Bugu didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he said with surprise: "Entertainment Father, what kind of wine is this?"
Although he didn't drink much, the power in the wine made Ye Bugu obviously feel that his body had recovered some vitality! This was unprecedented.
Since his last awakening, he has never felt the vitality of this body again.
He even had a sense that as long as he walked out of the Tianyuan Cemetery, his body would turn into ashes in an instant.
It seems like it has never appeared before.
This is also the reason why he has never left.
The power of Tianyuan Cemetery is certainly a bit strange, but this power will allow them to survive in another form.
At this moment, the recovery of vitality seems to prove that this body is not completely dead! "Drink more if you drink it."
Ye Xuan said softly.
Ye Bugu heard this and started to drink it again without saying a word.
With the experience just now, I didn't get choked anymore.
After taking a big sip, Ye Bugu was amazed, but he still returned the snow-raising sword gourd to Ye Xuan.
No matter what, this is all from the adoptive father. No matter how delicious it is, you can’t drink too much, otherwise what will the adoptive father drink?
Ye Xuan grinned and took back the snow-raising sword gourd.
The father and son naturally need no more words.
"Encyclopedia, who are these two?"
Ye Bugu naturally discovered the ancestor Qiankun and the Kuang Nu who were standing not far away, and couldn't help but ask.
Ye Xuan pointed to the ancestor Qiankun: "Qiankun Pot, you have to call him Senior."
Then he pointed at the Crazy Slave: "Crazy Slave, you have to call me senior."
The ancestor Qiankun and the mad slave bowed to Ye Bulu.
Ye Bugu bowed his hand and returned the gift: "Ye Bugu has met two seniors."
Then, Ye Bugu retreated his gaze, looked at Ye Xuan, and grinned: "Entertainment Father, your body has a blood relationship with me!"
Ye Xuan glanced at Ye Bulu.
Ye Bugu couldn't help but shrink his head and smiled, "You're kidding, don't be angry."
Ye Xuan was not really angry, but his heart was covered with a layer of haze.
When he saw that he was adopted by Michelle Ye was not alone, he actually didn't understand even more.
Why did the Lord of Burial Emperor arrest his soul into the mythical age? Everything that happened can affect all the years ahead?
He returned to the ancient times with the help of the Year plate and the Taixu Pearl. Everything that happened would return to the right track, and even the memories of the Little Qiankun and the Crazy Slave were erased.
The cultivation he had broken through in ancient times also disappeared.
If it weren't for the time plate and Taixu Pearl, would his memories be erased?
This is worth exploring.
Because his eternal emperor soul is the most terrifying soul power state from ancient times to the present.
No great emperor has ever reached that level.
But because of this, he didn't understand all this.
He even had a horrible idea.
He...is the Immortal Night Emperor, and then Ye Xuan.
But this doesn't make sense at all.
"Entertainment Father?
Are you angry?"
Seeing that Ye Xuan did not reply, Ye Bugu asked, a little scared.
When his adoptive father taught him, he was extremely strict, and he still had a psychological shadow now.
Ye Xuan retracted his thoughts and smiled slightly and said, "It's okay."
"That's good."
Ye Bugu breathed a sigh of relief.
That look doesn't look like the eternal demon emperor at all.
But although the Eternal Demon Emperor is the Eternal Demon Emperor, he is even more lonely at night.
He is the adopted son of Emperor Immortal Night! At this moment, in front of his adopted father, even if he is the Eternal Demon Emperor, he is also the adopted son.
Ye Xuan held the void with a casual grasp and condensed two big bowls.
The snow-covered sword gourd automatically floated up, and both large bowls were filled with wine.
"You are?"
Ye Bugu was a little confused.
Ye Xuan waved his hand gently, and one of the bowls flew in front of Ye Bugu. He whispered: "Today, we, father and son, will not return without getting drunk."
Ye Bugu grinned when he heard this: "Okay!"
As he said that, he picked up the bowl and finished drying it in one bite.
Ye Xuan is not behind either.
When the ancestor Qiankun not far away saw that scene, he winked with the Kuang Nu and prepared to retreat.
The mad slave had one eye and didn't seem to see it.
The ancestor Qiankun couldn't help but look cold and said angrily: "Your mother, can't you understand the eyes? Go away."
The Kuang Nu withdrew his gaze, did not refute, and followed the ancestor Qiankun a little further away.
Leave Ye Xuan and Ye Bugu and his son to drink and chat.
This time, Ye Xuan did not hide much from Ye Bugu and told Ye Bugu many things about him.
When Ye Bugu heard those deeds, his eyes were red: "Actually, I knew for a long time that you must be a peerless existence, especially after I became emperor, I was even more convinced of this."
"It's just that you can hide too much. Even after I become emperor, I can't find out any news about you."
When talking about this, Ye Bugu was rarely a little aggrieved.
Ye Xuan laughed and scolded, "Come on, you have become a generation of demon emperors for generations, and he is like a little resentful woman."
Ye Bugu grinned again when he heard this: "That's true. If future generations see it, it will be so inappropriate!"