As soon as the iron door opens, it seems to enter another world. It is no longer a modern facility. Everything is designed according to the ancient palace. Even the lighting is made of candles, not electric lights.

At the end of the iron gate, there is a throne made of jade. Such a generous pen, I am afraid that the ancient emperors have never had it.

After Fu Siyu came in, after seeing the scene on the throne, there was no sound, but he stood quietly to the side.

"Father and Father! Give me another chance, please, please."

Under the throne of jade, a gray-haired middle-aged man knelt on the ground and hung his head on the steps in front of him.

His face was pale with fear, and the look on his eyes was terrified. He was obviously terrified of the people on the throne.

After a while, the voice came from above the throne:

"Old Seven, I have given you too many opportunities"

The sound is so old and hoarse, like a chainsaw saw on the iron sheet, just listening to the sound, the hairs can't help standing up!

"Father, for Xiaoer's sake, give me another chance, I will definitely find that child!" The middle-aged man continued to kowtow and begged for mercy.

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

"If it were not Xiaoer, you were dead six years ago, and you can live six years longer. You, father, should thank him."

The old voice on the throne came again.

"Xiao'er, please beg your grandpa, let him walk around me again, OK!"

auzw.com The middle-aged man quickly glanced down at the mixed-race young man with short blond hair standing next to the throne, then pleaded.

The young man with short blond hair glanced lightly at the middle-aged man kneeling on the floor begging for mercy, that is, his father.

"Dad, Grandpa said, he has given you a chance, but you are not sure."

The blonde young man had a faint smile on his face, as if the person kneeling on the floor was not his father, but a stranger, perhaps even a stranger.

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face became paler and his body shivered because of fear, because he knew his next death!

"Come up"

Above the throne, the old voice called to the middle-aged man.

Obviously with a cordial tone, but it sounds like a desperation in the ear of a middle-aged man!

The middle-aged man shook his body like a bran, and after a while, he stretched out his hands and climbed the stairs hard.

The tan robe is placed on the jade throne. The robe is simple in style and extremely delicate. The only characteristic is that it is very small.

This is not because of anything else, it is because the person wearing it is a child who looks only about two or three years old.

And if it wasn't for the old voice just now, I'm afraid others would think it was just an ordinary child.

But whether it was from the panic of a middle-aged man, the obedience of a young blond-blooded young man, and Fu Siyu's silence, he could feel that this little child's is not simple.

The middle-aged man climbed in front of the throne with a horrified expression on his face, looking up at the little child who supported his chin with one hand and seemed to be closing his eyes.

Finally, the child on the throne opened his eyes, and the pure and transparent eyes flashed a trace of vicissitudes and haze in the moment he opened his eyes, as if in this small body, there lived a soul that does not match his age. --rm-->