The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old-Chapter 682 - : The emperor’s life-span (1)
Chapter 682: The emperor’s life-span (1)
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Ming Fei said casually, as if she had just said it casually.
The Emperor took a deep breath, “how much of what you said to me before was true?” You said that the hall of salvation has a Book of Life and death that can control the life and death of mortals. And my name has already appeared in it.
Where did you learn of this?”
The corners of Ming Fei’s lips curled up.
The life and death book.
It was a word that shouldn’t have appeared in the mouth of a mortal.
Ming Fei gently leaned forward, her heart slightly close to the Emperor, so that the Emperor could smell the fragrance on her body.
He gently supported the Emperor and let him lean against the bed. It had to be said that the Emperor had been in a hurry to obtain longevity pills these days because he had heard about the book of life and death.
“Do you still remember the feather God? In fact, I’ve seen him once outside the palace, and he said that I’m a good seedling for cultivation. However, this concubine is wholeheartedly infatuated with Your Majesty and admires Your Majesty, so I tactfully declined this matter.”
“He couldn’t bear to see me lose myself in love in the mortal world, so he tried to persuade me. He then gave me an incomplete scroll. The scroll was torn in half, and I can only see a part of the name.”
“When this concubine saw Your Majesty’s name, this concubine was heartbroken and hurriedly entered the palace.” Ming Fei’s tears fell and she couldn’t help but raise her hand to wipe them.
The emperor’s heart sank, “when the family God first entered the capital, he said that I don’t have much time left.” That’s why I asked him to refine pills in order to live forever.”
“This is it. What the feather God said to Your Majesty is almost the same as what he said to chenqie.” Ming Fei’s hands trembled as she took out a remnant scroll from her bosom.
I didn’t know if this book was real or fake before … But, but the names that appeared on the scroll, I’ve secretly looked at them, and they all really appeared.”
“However, I don’t know if this lifespan is real or fake. The feather God had also said that the book of life and death was actually enshrined in the hall of salvation. The book of life and death was divided into the scroll of life and the scroll of death. Furthermore, it was constantly changing according to the birth and death of the human world. It was now controlled by the true owner of the hall of salvation. He controlled the life and death of everyone in the human world.
This book is merely a fragment of a scroll that was copied down by an expert.” Ming Fei said in a low voice.
The emperor’s eyes were bloodshot.
With trembling hands, he opened the remnant of the book. With one look, he could tell that it was a copy.
There were many names on it, and it even showed how many years of lifespan and which year it ended.
“I just don’t know how to verify its authenticity.”
Hearing Ming Fei’s mumbling, the emperor’s hands trembled and his eyes were bloodshot. “Isn’t that simple? you can’t do it, but I can.”
“As long as you find the name of the person who is about to die, you’ll know if it’s true or not.” fre𝚎w𝐞bn𝗼v𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝗼𝚖
Ming Fei innocently and innocently yelped, then knocked her head.”This Qie is really stupid. I did not even think of such a simple method.”
The Emperor looked at her with more satisfaction.
Ever since Lu huaijiang had displayed his intelligence, he had hated such people.
The Emperor flipped through the book page by page. Although the names on it were not clear, they could still be seen clearly.
He flipped through the pages until there was only the last page left. The Emperor took a light breath.
The feather God only said that he didn’t have much time left, but he didn’t say how much more he needed. He had always thought that he only had a few years left …
He flipped to the last page.
Great Zhou’s Emperor. His name was written behind the title.
[ lifespan: great Zhou Dynasty, year 36, November ] This year, it was the thirty-sixth year of the great Zhou.
It was already the middle of February.
The emperor’s eyes reddened instantly, and his eyeballs almost popped out. He clutched the page tightly, his body trembling and his eyes red.
“How could this be? How could this be? I, am actually …” There was only half a year left!
He only had half a year left to live!
