Emperor Mingxi, who hurried back, was hit hard by a bullet, and his heavy fat son fell heavily on him.
The emperor remained calm and paced back and forth holding his son.
The little fat boy cried so hard that he was out of breath and his eyes were red and swollen.
It’s hard to imagine how sad someone must be to cry like this in such a short time.
Emperor Mingxi was naturally heartbroken and made all kinds of promises.
He even agreed to kneel before the little fat boy and call him the emperor.
But the little fat boy's mind was not here. He buried his head in the crook of his father's neck and said sullenly, "I don't want this anymore. I want Daddy not to leave."
After saying this, another string of hot tears flowed into Emperor Mingxi's chest.
He was so frightened that he almost cried.
At this time, it was the turn of the neglected 1002 to take action, but the anxious emperor forgot to please the 1002.
1002 felt jealous and couldn't bear to see the little fat boy crying like this, so he stuffed candy into his mouth while mumbling.
The little fat boy sucked the candy reflexively, his crying stopped, and he hiccuped occasionally.
There were still bean-sized tears hanging on her thick black eyelashes, but she forgot about crying after eating.
The emperor thought to himself that his fat son was really stupid.
He asked cautiously, "My son is six years old, right?"
The little fat boy sniffed and replied in a baby voice, "My age is seven!"
The emperor was not bothered by the age in years, but he wanted to ask more about his son's affairs: "In the past, only the age in years was mentioned?"
The fat baby understood what he meant. He ate without thinking too much and just answered without hesitation: "When you are older, no one will bully the fish. The emperor cannot be a little emperor."
He was too young and others looked down on him and bullied him.
The little guy exaggerated his age and said that he worked diligently to be a good emperor, not only because of his father's expectations, but also because he had to bear the responsibilities of being an emperor.
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.
1002 cried so loudly, but the space was closed so that the little fat boy couldn't hear it.
Everyone thought that Emperor Mingxi and the little prince had only been separated for half a year, but he climbed out of the coffin.
But the emperor really waited for more than ten thousand lifetimes and finally saw the little fat boy.
In this life, the one who lives with the little fat boy day and night is him and not him.
If we have to tell the difference, we can only say that the current Emperor Mingxi loves the little fat boy more.
Therefore, as soon as the little fat boy said this, the emperor's eyes immediately became red.
If he hadn't been concerned about his son, he would have burst into tears right there. He said, "From now on, you'll still be six years old. Daddy is still here."
The little fat boy was simple-minded and didn't think too much. He only knew that the fish would do whatever his father said.
Of course!
There are some things you can't listen to your father about. As for the reason, it's just like what Ding Ding said: those who understand will understand (fat baby proud jpg)
"Yeah!" The fat baby nodded repeatedly.
The emperor loves him so much that he takes him with him wherever he goes.
The little fat boy also had a "strange disease". Whenever the emperor read a memorial, he wanted to listen to it too, and he would fall asleep as soon as he listened.
Fortunately, the moon was high in the sky when he slept, and the moonlight was as clear as water, which dispelled his fatigue.
Emperor Mingxi looked carefully at his son in his arms - he could never get enough of looking at him.
After a long while, he gently pressed his cheeks against hers and murmured, "You, sometimes I hope you grow up quickly, and sometimes I hope you never grow up.
Dad has never seen you grow up. I guess it’s your destiny that you will grow up in this life.
Eat less, you'll be fat as a ball, and no one will like you except your daddy."
He only dared to say these words when the little fat boy couldn't hear him.
1002 listened carefully, and relying on his position in the little fat boy's heart, he boldly opened the microphone: "Number 0, um, big brother, didn't you say that Tong and you have been reincarnated for thousands of lifetimes? Can you tell Tong about my son's life in those more than ten thousand lifetimes?"
He couldn't remember anything, but he didn't know that the emperor had sealed his memory just to prevent him from collapsing.
After all, 1002 was created to accompany the child, and by chance he had such a unique personality.
If this system breaks down, I won't be able to create a second one that breaks the rules and steals things at will.
1002 After asking several times, the emperor thought of the sound of "Long live the emperor!"
Everyone knows that immortality is good, but who knows that immortality brings loneliness?
Emperor Mingxi gradually fell into memories.
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Yan Jiyuan angrily cut off the vitality of the universe, and what he destroyed was not just a small world.
But the entire universe.
One flower, one world; one leaf, one Bodhi.
There are more than 3,000 worlds in motion. Countless.
But he insisted on dragging the entire universe into annihilation.
The moment the rules came into effect, Emperor Mingxi knew his identity.
He was born almost at the same time as the universe was born.
In a sense, his status is even higher than the rules.
But for some unknown reason, Emperor Mingxi suddenly fell several levels and was almost on par with the rules.
Rules and nothingness have no consciousness.
However, the weak birth gods are always attracting the prying eyes of nothingness.
Swallow him, refine him, and I can also possess his body and consciousness! This is the instinctive answer.
That's why Xuwu kept spying on Yan Jiyuan, but for some reason, the focus shifted to the little fat boy.
Emperor Mingxi has not yet remembered this part of his memory.
After listening to the rules, he returned the world to its original point and fulfilled his reward of being made a marquis and a prime minister.
Generation after generation, Emperor Mingxi served as the 67th crown prince, and lived his youth in an orderly manner.
But I never waited for that fat golden carp.
So he lived for hundreds of years until he was fifty years old.
The morning mushroom does not know the new moon and full moon, and the cicada does not know the spring and autumn.
Emperor Mingxi waited and waited, forgetting the passage of time and looking forward to the birth of his child with all his heart and eyes.
But there was nothing.
Not only that, the shawl that had been with him for thousands of generations suddenly turned into ashes and disappeared from his sight in the 1,125th generation.
After more than a thousand lives, he never had a child, and even his body was gone...
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