This Evil One Is From the Immortal Realm

As soon as the iron door opened, it was like entering another world, no longer a modern facility, everything was designed according to ancient palaces, even lighting, with candles, not lights...

Opposite the end of the iron gate is a throne made of jade stone, such a large pen, I'm afraid the ancient emperor has never had.

After Fu Shiyu came in, after seeing the scene on the throne, he didn't make a sound, just stood quietly aside.

“Father... Father! Give me one more chance, please, please. ”

Under the Jade Stone throne, a gray haired middle-aged man knelt on the floor and continued to kowtow on the steps in front of him.

His face was whitened by fear, and the divine colour of his eyes was even more frightening, apparently fearful of the man on the throne.

Half a dozen times, the voice came from above the throne:

“Seven, I've already given you too many opportunities...”

The sound is incredibly old and sandy, like a chainsaw on iron leather, just listening to the sound, the sweat can't hold up!

“Father, for Shaw's sake, give me one more chance, I will find the child!” Middle-aged men continue to kowtow and beg for forgiveness.

He doesn't want to die, he really doesn't want to die...

“If it weren't for Shaw, you would have died six years ago. You should be thanking him for being a father...”

That old sound on the throne came again.

“Shaw, please, Grandpa, let him go around me again! ”

The middle-aged man quickly glanced down at the side of the throne, blonde, short-haired, hybrid young man, and begged.

A young man with short blond hair glanced indifferently at a middle-aged man on his knees begging for forgiveness, his father.

“Dad, Grandpa said he already gave you a chance, and you weren't sure. ”

The young man with blonde hair smiled lightly on his face, as if the person kneeling on the ground was not his father, but a stranger, perhaps not even a stranger...

A middle-aged man hears this, his face is paler, and his body is shaking constantly because he is scared, because he knows exactly how to die!

“Come on up...”

On the throne, the old sound called to the middle-aged man.

It's obviously in a friendly tone, but in the ears of middle-aged men, it's like a dynamite!

The middle-aged man shook his body like a sieve of bran. After a while, he shook his hands and climbed the steps with difficulty.

A tan robe on a jade throne, the style of the robe is classic and exquisite, and the only characteristic is that it is very small.

It's not because of anything else, it's because the person wearing it is a child who looks like he's only about two or three years old.

And if it weren't for that old sound, I'm afraid people would think it was just an ordinary child.

But whether it's from the scare of a middle-aged man, the obedience of a young man of mixed blonde hair, or the silence of Fu Shiyu, you can feel that this little boy is not easy.

The middle-aged man climbed to the throne in fear and looked up at the child holding his chin with one hand, as if he were a god-rearing child with closed eyes.

Finally, the child on the throne opened his eyes, his pure and transparent eyes. In the moment of opening his eyes, he flashed a little mulberry and haze, as if he lived in this little body, a soul not of his age...