THE SECOND OF LIFE EMPRESS
TSOLE 17'S
In the emperor's study, a man with jet-black hanfu was standing and bowing obediently. Not only that, Zen was also seen standing slightly away from the position of the two.
After receiving a blessing from Grandpa Mo who was none other than Emperor Feng's teacher, he could now feel a gripping aura that he had never felt before.
Of course, he was only the shadow of the emperor and had no feelings or emotions. But being pressured by an aura this strong made him feel threatened. Zen felt that way too.
His body was already trying to withstand the pressure of this enormous aura but according to emperor Feng it was only a small aura pressure to intimidate the opponent.
Got lost? Hm!!
“Is there a Tuan order?” Ask ChenWu.
Tukk Tukk
The sound of knocking on the table echoed in the quiet room. While the empu only fell silent with an indecipherable face.
“Bring that fucker to a regular Zen place. Don't let him get hurt one bit or you'll take his place.” Send emperor Feng and immediately Zen.
News that should be known by some people is even widespread until the people also know.
A bodyguard that deserves to be destroyed! Running before the war.
“---”
In this situation, ChenWu had already tried to cast all sorts of spells that he knew in order to avoid the rampage of the Master.
As a result of the blessing that the God had given through Grandpa Mo, he had to feel this kind of depressed feeling. Wouldn't it be better if he became a shadow without feeling?
“How? Is there any other information you got?” Ask the Emperor in a position to turn his back on the interlocutor.
HUHFF..
“So far there is no suspicious movement Your Majesty. Just a past conversation about magic.”
‘Magic??’ Inner Emperor Feng.
It seemed like yesterday's incident when Zen used his teleportation magic made Empress Ling so curious.
‘Cih!! A weak woman like herself wanted to scrape information about magic?’
“Good... And what about my teacher? ” Continue Emperor Feng.
“As I said yesterday, he advised me to convey what he said to His Majesty the Emperor.”
There was a soft sigh from the man before ChenWu at this moment. From the beginning his teacher was always taking advantage of the situation.
Seeing the brief nod of Emperor Feng made ChenWu quickly disappear and blend into his original shadow.
“My fingers are itching to tear something apart. Just wait for you! Until all this is done then I will slowly torture.” Emperor Feng muttered while clenching his right palm.
What a cruel (╥_╥)
***
The day has gone by and the sun is so hot on the crown of the head. Regarding the appearance of ghosts is enough to make the Emperor dizzy Tang dynasty.
According to Empress Ling's explanation if she saw ghosts in the area.
‘I have to check it myself. Anyway how did that woman get there?’ Inner Emperor Feng and with a blink of an eye disappeared using teleportation?
Not a few seconds, the Emperor was right in front of the door of the room his wife meant.
He saw the shards of clay jugs still scattered on the floor. Of course there would be no one to clean up because this was an area that had been given illusion magic until no one realized except Emperor Feng's confidant as well as her, Empress Ling.
“But how can this clay jug break? Did the woman nudge him?” Emperor Feng muttered while watching his surroundings.
The white rope that was still tightly bound at the door at least made Emperor Feng be able to sigh in relief. I don't know what was inside but it seemed like it was something very important to Emperor Feng.
He turned carefully to the left and to the right to check the situation around, but nil. Even if there was a ghost or an evil spirit he would definitely be able to sense the aura of threat from it.
For a moment Emperor Feng closed his eyes and looked so concentrated. Inside his mind was clearly a re-creation of the actual event.
A re-design of events? Pretty amazing power ⊙_⊙
What Empress Ling said yesterday did not correspond to the actual events. He was really looking to die a second time.
“Either why he was able to escape my illusion magic and get to this place. Thank goodness he didn't get to open this room.”
“If that happens, let alone that damn woman even her family will I destroy.” Continue Emperor Feng.
So all this is not a ghost thing, what or who is the perpetrator of this jug? That was what Emperor Feng had in mind.
He slowly stepped up and gently stroked the door of the room from outside. A heavy sigh sounded so clear the man's lips.
“Please wait a minute... ”
***
While in the middle of a dense forest an old man was packing some equipment that did not know what his name was.
With his somewhat stooped body he stepped slowly and occasionally heard a small grunt as if cursing someone.
Some of the gold equipment that is considered quite important he put into the magic room where it can store everything.
Seems important enough? In fact, it was no longer some but all items made of gold in his old hut was brought.
“Basic of naughty students there is no intention to help this old man. May the goddess avenge you Xiu'er !! ”
Do you remember when Emperor Feng gave ChenWu a mission to deliver something to his teacher in the wilderness while asking for help? He was Grandpa Mo, the teacher of Emperor Feng.
Somehow the old man would rather live in the middle of a forest filled with many demons than stay at the holy altar as an omniscient.
The answer is only one!! Staying at the holy altar and becoming a master must be furthest from all splendor and Grandpa Mo the gold enthusiast can not be far from the important items that have become part of his life.
Haish... Older instead of serving the virtues choose with their property. Really.. -_-+.
The reply message from Emperor Feng had not been obtained by Grandpa Mo but he had already been mended with his gold. After all Grandpa Mo was feeling rather bored in the middle of the wilderness and nothing was quite interesting. Getting out early is better, right??
“Haishh... It's pretty boring to be in this place alone. Is there anything interesting about gold now? Hoho's... Wait for your beloved teacher Xiu'er, this teacher of yours will help you spend your treasures hoho!!” Said Grandpa Mo with a joyous face.
He was also quite curious about what kind of evil spirit made Xiu'er have to ask for his help? All magic was taught to him. Was the evil spirit so strong that his mischievous disciple was in trouble?
“Ya Gods... My Xiu'er alone who is the strongest Emperor plus a god-level magician feels quite overwhelmed especially compared to this hunchbacked old man.”
“Maybe when I got there my body was out of shape.” Grandpa Mo's words were quite dramatizing.
“But nothing. Even if I die near my gold will not be a problem.” Continue with radiant eyes.
It is true gold maniac -_-||
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