In an inexplicable sadness, tears rolled.

"Grandpa Emperor, grandson is sorry for you... I gave my grandson this wonderful country!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Tell your grandson, what should I do?"

"Kill it, and you will be in charge, but..."

"The grandson is powerless, there is nothing he can do!"

"Grandpa Emperor, tell your grandson what should you do?"

"My grandson promised you that I will make my bright sun and moon prosperous forever... But..."

Crying, Zhu Yunxiu leaned against the stone tablet and felt the cold handwriting on it, as if he wanted to gain power in it.

Suddenly, a melodious singing came from afar.

On another mountain road, an old Taoist with a long hair and a young face led a boy with a drooping hair, walked slowly, singing and climbing.

"It's not the true face of Mount Lu, it's just because it's in this mountain!"

On the mountain road, the boy's singing was loud and echoed in the wind.

"Hurry up, drive away!" Deng Ping spoke instructing other guards, "Hurry up!"

"Slow!" Zhu Yunxiu stood up and looked at the old and young.

The old one was holding hands behind their backs, while the few were following hard.
Chapter completed!