Inside the stone door is a deep passage, leading directly to an exquisite and low-key room.
The emperor walked in the passage, walking slowly.
There is a table, chairs, a bed, and a large number of books in the room, but there is nothing else around.
And a man was sitting on a chair, with his legs crossed on the stone table, looking at the approaching emperor with squinted eyes, holding a fruit in his hand and gnawing on it. There were fruits scattered everywhere on the ground.
Skin.
His hair was messy and had no intention of taking care of it. It was even knotted in some places. He clearly looked like a noble young man from the Qing Dynasty, but he had a dandy temperament.
"Here we come, brother." The man whistled, showing no respect for the emperor.
The emperor's face was calm, and he swept away the melon peels on the ground and burned them all before sitting across from him.
"How is it? Am I right?" The man put down his legs with a smile, leaned forward, and looked at the emperor with clear eyes.
"That person has appeared, right? Use all your strength to kill that person, and behave well, and it will benefit you when the time comes! Behave well, little emperor! Only when you have done well can you continue!"
He smiled and patted the emperor on the shoulder.
The emperor threw his hand away expressionlessly, his eyes cold.
No emperor likes to be despised, even if he knows that this person is stronger than him.
The man laughed heartily and tilted his head, his eyes still showing an unpleasant frivolity.
"Little brother, it's boring for you to be like this. As a human being, you still have to be happy and do whatever you want. What's the point of keeping a straight face every day? Oh, even though I am no longer a human being, hahahahaha."
"..." The emperor ignored him.
The man was still mumbling.
"If I hadn't seen you being obedient, I wouldn't have come here."
"I don't need others to comment on what I do." The emperor said coldly.
The man immediately laughed when he heard this.
"I'm just telling you that your choice is right. By the way, don't have any other thoughts that you shouldn't have. Just do your best, understand?"
The emperor looked at him coldly.
"Okay, little Longque, don't act like an emperor in front of me. Who do you think you are? Huh?"
The emperor's hand clenched slightly, and the displeasure on his face was obvious.
"I only know that there is no difference between you and me working for her."
The man laughed again and shook his hair. A red mark was faintly revealed between his eyebrows.
"No difference?"
He looked at the emperor with mockery in his eyes.
"No, you are wrong, we are different."
"Oh?" The emperor raised his eyes.
"The two of us." He pointed at each of them, then took the chess piece in his hand and placed it on the chessboard.
"You are this."
"But this is me!" He clenched his fist and gently dropped it on the table. Fine cracks suddenly appeared on the stone table, and then it shattered to the ground with a bang.
"Understand? This is our biggest difference!"
The emperor looked silently at the broken stone table and the black and white jade chess piece that fell to the ground, with a blizzard brewing in his eyes.
The fallen black and white jade chess pieces began to make an overwhelming clicking sound, and then turned into powder one by one and mixed with the stone table.
"If a good person doesn't do anything, why do you have to make weapons?" the emperor said slowly.
"Hahahahaha!" Seeing his appearance, the man laughed out loud, extremely wanton.
"Little Dragon Que, what's so good about being a human being, and what's so bad about being a weapon? For example, your strength is not qualified to replace me. You can't even make the weapons in Fairy Ye's hands! Hahahaha!"
His figure disappeared into the secret room with laughter.
The emperor sat there for a long time. The candlelight stretched his shadow very long and cast it on the wall. The nine-dragon crown on his head reflected a clear silhouette.
And the man's figure soon appeared in another room.
The room decoration is fresh and elegant, simple and clear, and the incense in the room is ambergris.
A woman in purple clothes is sitting by the window. Outside is the waterside pavilion. Inside, there are purple sandalwood flowers blooming. There are huge luminous pearls hanging around, illuminating the surroundings like daylight.
The man stood aside and looked at the woman in purple, his eyes full of infatuation.
The woman in purple played with a Yao Qin in her hand, feeling the gaze on her, and the cold voice flowed in the room.
"What's wrong?"
"It's done. The little emperor is also very obedient. He has no second thoughts."
The man immediately bowed his head respectfully, and then looked at her infatuatedly.
"But I'm afraid he won't be able to kill that person. Even if he does it personally, it will be difficult. After all... it was difficult for me to do it back then!"
The face of the woman in purple is still as cold as ice.
"Ok, I know."
"But that's enough, as long as it can cause trouble."
The man immediately smiled and nodded, then walked up to her and looked at her without blinking.
The woman in purple didn't seem to notice it, her eyes fell on the sandalwood lotus outside.
"I'm about to die." She suddenly said.
The dusty sandalwood blooms just right, the petals are translucent, and the stamens exude a little starlight.
This flower won't survive long in the ghost world.
The man said nonchalantly: "I will look for you again after you die! I guarantee that the flowers here will always be the best in bloom."
The woman in purple looked dazed for a moment.
"It's not that flower after all."
The man immediately touched his head, glanced at her, and said, "Then I'll find a way to keep them alive!"
It's just a pool of sandalwood. The role of sandalwood itself is actually to calm the mind and calm the mind. The spices made are good for getting rid of distracting thoughts during practice.
But in his opinion, it is not a precious thing.
But since she wants to keep these flowers alive, then keep them alive. Let alone a pond of lotus flowers, this is the world. If she wants anyone to die or keep someone alive, then he will spare no effort to do it.
The woman in purple shook her head.
"No, that's fine."
She stood up, put down the Yao Qin, and walked out of the room.
"Fairy, where are we going?" The man quickly followed and asked earnestly.
The woman in purple didn't answer.
She looked at the gray sky, a little lost in thought.
The ghost world has a special terrain. It is shrouded in gloom all year round and there is no sunshine or moon. Such a place is definitely not a good place to go.
The man stood beside her and did not disturb her meditation. After asking that question, he kept looking at her figure, still undisguisedly fiery.
"Let's go to Nanzhao Tiandu." The woman in purple finally said.
After all...the flowers are about to wither.
The man nodded immediately, stretched out his hand, and carefully held her wrist, as if he were treating a rare treasure, and then said softly: "Then be careful, I will take you there. If you have any discomfort, just tell me."
The woman in purple nodded lightly.
The man took her up into the air and flew into the air.
At the same time, there were also figures flying into the air.
These figures kept a distance from them, but followed them closely.