Chapter 42 (2/2)
An elder dared to ask.
”Fucking fart!”
”How can evil sword fairy compare with Childe.”
Yang Hong's face sank and said angrily.
If I hadn't met the Soviet emperor before.
He really thought that the Soviet emperor had been inherited by the evil sword fairy, but now he wouldn't think so.
No one in the whole daxiayuan Dynasty saw the curse of their Yang family.
How could the evil cultivation a hundred years ago be linked to the youth in front of him.
I don't believe him!
And this is clearly rude to the childe.
Is the Xing family a bunch of brainless guys.
It's really funny.
”Ha ha.”
”Evil sword fairy, he is not qualified to wear shoes for my childe.”
”How to inherit it.”
”In my eyes, his legends are just children playing and making trouble.”
Su Donghuang said calmly.
The body broke out with amazing majesty for no reason!
Yang Hong and others looked strange. Although the evil sword fairy was evil Xiu, what he did was absolutely a great event a hundred years ago.
If the first emperor had not appeared, I'm afraid the great Xia Yuan Dynasty would collapse.
In front of Su Donghuang, the evil sword fairies are all minor mischief. I'm afraid what they do is in the childe's eyes.
Just gave birth to a baby.
They were ashamed.
”What you said is very true.”
Yang Hongdao.
“……”
”How long have you Yang family been in the wilderness holy land?”
The Soviet emperor asked calmly.
”Yes.”
Yang Hong frowned and seemed to be thinking, ”it should have been five or six hundred years to return to childe.”
”Do you know why your Yang family came to the wilderness holy land?”
Su Donghuang continued to ask.
”Well, I asked the last owner about it.”
”He once told me that our Yang family is not a native family in the great wilderness holy land, but a exile here.”
”It seems that our Yang family suffered a disaster of destruction. The Yang family had nowhere to hide, so they came to the great wilderness holy land.”
Yang Hong said with a bitter smile.
Listen to the sad meaning of the voice.
Do they know that their Yang family was once a famous family, a family in the wilderness holy land. In their ancestors' Yang family, it was like the existence of mole ants.
But it didn't last long. The Yang family was brilliant for a while, and then began to decline.
Su Donghuang's eyes gradually became cold, and there was endless killing intention in his eyes.
Yang Xinxue's delicate body trembled.
Seems to feel the anger of the Soviet emperor.
Raised his eyes and looked at the Soviet emperor.
There was a touch of confusion in his eyes.
”By the way, young master, come with me.”
”There is a painting that has been handed down from ancestors.”
Yang Hongdao.
”Master, are you going to...”
”That's the ancestral map of our family!”
Yang Luo was surprised.
I didn't expect Yang Hong to let people outside the Yang family see the ancestral map of the Yang family!
Luo Ling and Yang Xinxue were surprised by Yang Hong's practice.
But after thinking about it, there seems to be nothing wrong.
Because of the Soviet emperor, the Yang family was reborn.
Yang Hong and others left the hall with the Soviet emperor!
In an attic of the Yang family, the attic is not magnificent, but it seems very plain. However, the Soviet emperor can clearly feel that there are countless eyes staring at everything around the attic.
There are also some arrays all over the world.
The attic has three floors.
The attic on the third floor is a very empty area. There are no tables, chairs, benches, porcelain and windows. After arriving at the third floor.
The third floor is directly lit up.
”Childe, you see, this is the ancestral picture handed down by our Yang family!”
Yang Hong said respectfully.
In the picture, there is a middle-aged man in a brown robe, with a beard and bright eyes.
He pinched his waist with one hand and held the wine pot with the other.
The whole person sat in an ancient mountain with misty clouds.
”Invincible.”
The Soviet emperor whispered softly.
This is an invincible portrait.
Ten thousand years later, in a foreign country, I see my former men again.
An atmosphere of nostalgia and sadness lingers in my heart.
He is a true murderer. There are hundreds of millions of dead bones under his feet, but he is also a man of flesh and blood.
”Huh?”
”This is!”