The emperor felt that he might not be able to make it.
The wound was bigger than his palm. Even if it stopped bleeding, it would slowly turn into rotten flesh and ooze pus and blood.
Growing up bathed in blood, he knew that such injuries were fatal.
No one can survive.
As for those "immortals", Emperor Mingxi had no hope at all.
It is better to rely on oneself than on others. He has to make a perfect plan for his child.
It’s a pity that when he returned to his youth, he and the child had a shallow father-son relationship.
Emperor Mingxi closed his eyes and a crystal tear flowed from the corner of his eye.
No matter what, he will not give up, nor will he expect the gods to save him.
He didn't know what they had taken from his child last time.
Never allow it to happen a second time.
The earthquake had stopped, and the surviving ministers were carried to the palace in panic.
The little fat boy was very calm along the way, and the only thing in his mind was looking for someone.
Before he had searched for long, Jia Er came and said that the emperor wanted to see him.
Strangely enough, most of the pavilions, towers, carved beams and painted buildings were reduced to ruins in an instant.
Unfortunately, only a few bricks and tiles fell off the Xuanzheng Hall, making it look so magnificent among the ruins.
The Queen Mother had been listening to her good grandson's words and was only a little frightened at this moment. After calming down, she found the Queen.
After all, she is my grandson’s biological mother.
In the palace, only a few people were killed or injured, and those who died refused to listen to An Bingqiu's advice and insisted on leaving the group.
Emperor Mingxi leaned on the dragon couch, his eyes swept across the crowd, and he saw that they were panicked, shocked, and fanatical.
What His Highness said was actually true. Thinking of the collapsed houses, everyone was very excited.
There were more shakings, and everyone moved in unison, finding a place to squat with their heads in their hands, just like the booklet that the fat boy had given them at the beginning.
Everything was shaking, except the Xuan Zheng Hall, which stood firm like a magic needle.
Now, a lot of eyes were focused on the little fat boy.
It’s because of the little god!
The little fairy, who was missed by his ministers, looked at his father with tears in his eyes, and vague mumblings sounded in his mind again.
In the ambiguous tone, the little fat boy saw Him again.
He seemed to be getting better and no longer just spreading pain.
He even told the little fat boy in a flattering way that your scent was the strongest here and he had spent a lot of effort to avoid it.
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