The emperor's body was a million kilometers tall, he was sitting upright, with a dignified face, and he was a middle-aged man.
He had no right hand, probably cut off by the enemy.
When Chen An approached, the emperor's body opened his eyes, and two balls of ghostly fire floated in them.
Chen An had seen this situation before.
As long as there are rules, their owners will inevitably attach consciousness and it will be difficult to dissipate.
"How long has it been?"
Chen An was stunned because this person was speaking in the ancient language of gods and witches.
"What are you standing there for? Answer me now."
Chen An replied: "I'm sorry, I don't know when the senior died."
This time it was the man's turn to be stunned. After a long moment, he sighed and asked, "Is Li Chunfeng still alive? Is my eldest brother Wu Ye still alive?"
There seems to be a lot of information.
Chen An replied, "I don't know which life of Li Chunfeng you're referring to, and I can't tell the time. As for Wu Ye, I seem to have heard the name somewhere before, but I don't have much information. By the way, it's now 250,000 years into the Resurrection Calendar."
The man seemed unaware of the recovery process. He remained calm and continued, "Did you fail? Big Brother, you still couldn't defeat Li Chunfeng."
His mood was extremely low, and even the ghost fire was flickering wildly, showing signs of going out.
Phantom fire represents rules. Chen An quickly changed the subject: "My name is Chen An. May I ask what your name is, Senior?"
These words made the man's eyes widen and a dark fire ignited.
"Your name is Chen An? Who gave you this name?"
"Uh, no?"
The man said angrily, "How can this name be tarnished by a vulgar person like you? Change it immediately, and I will forgive you."
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