The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

  Chapter 870 Only for him

   "Coward." Cthulhu gave a nose, but his eyes were soft and surprising.

  "Do you know how small those green buds are? It's not as big as my fingernails. Talking milk is milky, just like a milk doll."

   "It's obviously weak that I can crush it with a single breath, and I want to protect me when I was alive. It's really funny." The Cthulhu gave a low laugh.

  At that time, the fairy grass had just sprouted, and it was so cute that it would protect him.

  At that time, the creation **** was almost over, he was full of resentment, full of hostility, and refused to accept the fairy grass at all.

  Xiancao is not annoyed, just whispering in the ear every day.

  Every time the hostility between heaven and earth injected into his body, Xiancao even tried to block it.

   Cthulhu’s eyes darkened.

  "Do you think it is stupid? It took a thousand years from growing a sprout to the spiritual sense talking to me."

   "It took another thousand years to grow a leaf."

   "It also said that it would take ten thousand years to cultivate a flower and show it to me."

   "As a result, I tried to block the hostility of the world for me. The fairy grass was bald in an instant." The evil **** sighed quietly.

  I still remember the sound of crying.

  To this day, I still remember the moment it cried. As a stubborn stone, he actually seemed to feel the heartbeat of a person.

  At that moment, the heart beats.

   "Everything in the world, nothing belongs to me. Only the fairy grass is born for me and exists for me." Cthulhu murmured, and the rare calm calmed his hostility.

  "Where did she go? Since you have been cultivated into a human form, why hasn't she been with you?" Lu Huaijiang was a little curious.

  Cthulhu is like a spray who has been stunned by the sky, and has no affection for everything in the world.

  But only missed that little grass.

   Cthulhu did not speak for a while.

  Lu Huaijiang did not urge him, but bowed his head to appraise the memorial.

  Grandpa Lu lowered his head and came in in a low voice: "Your Majesty, this is the New Year’s Eve today, this is a New Year gift from the old officials to your Majesty."

  The gift form was handed to Lu Huaijiang, and Lu Huaijiang pressed it under his hands without seeing it.

   "Your Majesty, since it's New Year's Eve today, let's put aside the state and rest for half a day. Tomorrow morning, I will summon the ministers to accept the New Year congratulations." According to the rules, there should be a palace banquet on the 30th of this year.

  But His Majesty directly gave everyone a half-day vacation.

  This also means that your Majesty is rarely free this year.

  On the first day of the New Year, the ministers will go out of the palace when they come to meet the ceremony. If it were other emperors, perhaps it was a family feast surrounded by wives and concubines and children. But your Majesty, he is lonely and widowed, and his loneliness is only a little lonely.

  Grandpa Lu is a little puzzled, is there anything unspeakable concealed by Your Majesty?

  Lu Huaijiang waved his hand: "Go tell the empress, I will eat with her this year. The emperor goes early, the empress must be boring."

   Father Lu was startled, his expression flashed with embarrassment.

   His lips moved, Lu Huai Jiang asked smoothly, "What else? Let's talk about it together."

  Grandpa Lu lowered his head and said, "The Queen Mother is not boring at all."

  "She brought a lot of concubines. Before the emperor's spiritual throne, she danced today and sat on horse cranes tomorrow. It is said that..." Grandpa Lu hesitated and kept peeking at His Majesty's face.

   "What's the point?" Lu Huaijiang was a little curious.

   "It is said that I found a few nice little eunuchs to dance with in front of the first emperor's spiritual position." If the first emperor is alive, I am afraid that this breath will not come up.

  Lu Huaijiang's eyelids twitched.

  (End of this chapter)