Chapter 652 (2/2)

This beam of light, from the mountain and sea map, is the extreme cold light in the world.

In this coffin, there is a man named Huang Zhao, who was once the sharpest knife saint in the summer.

Zhao Yu and Zhao Yu walked slowly to the beam of light. Then they looked down at the huge coffin with faint fluorescence. They didn't speak for a long time. The identity of the people in the coffin and they were close relatives, but there was no chance to meet each other at this time.

”Come, your majesty, sit down and have a drink with your father.”

Huang Ting felt a pot of wine from somewhere, raised his hand and sat down with Zhao Yu. Then Huang Ting waved his right hand forward again. Three wine cups appeared in front of him in a moment, and a little melancholy voice came out: ”I remember when I was young, my father and sister liked to drink wine when we were young, but my sister was too strong to do it every time Drink the old man lying in Suoyuan's coffin under the table, and he will be unconscious for several days

After he finished speaking, Huang Ting pulled out the wine jar in his hand, and immediately a strong aroma of wine filled the eighth floor of the whole Sitian pagoda. The wine aroma was full of blazing domineering atmosphere, which was the pure and incomparable vitality of heaven and earth. Then Zhao Yu, sitting on the ground, brightened his eyes and said, ”it's Xuantian wine. It seems that you can hide it, uncle Deep ah, before the deep wine cellar in my palace was discovered, it was difficult to find a pot in the whole Baidi palace. ”

”It's hard to like drinking or not, so I collect some wine every day. If it wasn't for the Spring Festival, I wouldn't take out this Xuantian wine!”

Huang Tinghao grinned, raised the jug and filled all the wine cups in front of him. At the same time, Suoyuan coffin in front of them seemed to smell the first strong liquor of summer, and suddenly began to vibrate violently. At the same time, a light green sword gas gushed out of the coffin and gradually turned into a huge deer.As soon as the deer appeared, he came straight to the wine cup below with the spirit of splitting the void. Then he lowered his head and inhaled. The blue Xuantian wine in the whole wine cup was directly sucked out. Then the deer was still in the end and turned to the other two cups of Xuantian wine.

Zhao Yu looked in front of him. His dark eyes were full of curiosity. In addition to his incomparable sharpness, there was a sense of intimacy from his blood.

Huang Ting chuckled, pushed the other two wine cups in front of Guanglu, and said at the same time:

”this is the soul of my father, named Julu. It's a knife, but it's also a drunkard. His father still sleeps in the coffin, but the giant deer sword wakes up because of the fragrance of Xuantian wine.”

Just as Huang Ting was talking, Guanglu had already sucked up the two glasses of wine in front of him again. Then, Yangtian gave a cry and went back into the Suoyuan coffin. The eighth floor of the whole Sitian pagoda continued to calm down.

Huang Ting picks up the wine pot and fills the two cups again. Then one cup is pushed to Zhao Yu, and the other is picked up. They clink their glasses and drink them without speaking.

two people as like as two peas and then a cup of wine, then Zhao Yu squinted his eyes, and a flash of camel red flashed over the beautiful cheeks, and gently forward, and the center of the whole eighth floors of the hall appeared again a bronze giant coffin with the same shape.

Maybe it's a little drunk, maybe it's too hard for emotional depression, and then the calm and calm young emperor suddenly felt unprecedented emotion on the eighth floor of the Sitian pagoda. He lowered his head, like an ordinary young man facing his family's passing away, whimpering and repeating a sentence:

”I've been through a lot of hardships You can't live for a few days

Huang Ting gently raised his hand and patted Zhao Yu's shoulder with a sigh.

Emperors are also human beings.