Chapter 389

As soon as the iron door is opened, it seems like entering another world. It is no longer a modern facility. Everything is designed according to the ancient palace. Even the lighting is made with candles, not electric lights

At the end of the iron gate, there is a throne made of jade. I'm afraid ancient emperors never had such a big pen.

After Fu Siyu came in, he saw what happened behind the scenes on the throne. He didn't make a sound, but stood aside quietly.

"Father... Father! Give me another chance, please, please. "

Under the jade throne, the gray haired middle-aged man knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing on the steps in front of him.

His face turned white with fear, and his eyes were extremely frightened. It was obvious that he was extremely afraid of the people on the throne.

After a while, a voice came from the throne:

"Old seven, I've given you too many opportunities..."

The voice was incomparably old and hoarse, like an electric saw on a sheet of iron. Just listening to the voice, the hair stood up!

"Father, for Shaw's sake, give me another chance. I will find the child!" The middle-aged man continued to kowtow and beg for mercy.

He doesn't want to die, really doesn't want to die

"If it weren't for Xiao'er, you would have died six years ago. If you could live six more years, you father should thank him..."

The old voice on the throne came again.

"Xiao'er, please Grandpa, let him walk around me again!"

The middle-aged man quickly looked at the hybrid young man with short blond hair standing by the throne, and then begged.

The young man with short blond hair glanced at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, that is, his father.

"Dad, Grandpa said that he had given you a chance. You didn't grasp it."

The blond young man had a faint smile on his face, as if the person kneeling on the ground was not his father, but a stranger, perhaps not even a stranger

When the middle-aged man heard this, his face became paler and his body trembled because of fear, because he knew how to die next!

"Come up..."

On the throne, the old voice called to the middle-aged man.

Clearly with a cordial tone, it can be heard in the ears of middle-aged men, but it is like a reminder!

The middle-aged man's body trembled like chaff. After a long time, he reached out his hand trembling and climbed the steps hard.

The tan robe is built on the jade throne. The style of the robe is simple and exquisite. The only feature is that it is very small.

This is not because of anything else, but because the person wearing it is a child who looks only about two or three years old.

If it weren't for the old voice, I'm afraid others would think it was just an ordinary child.

However, no matter from the panic of middle-aged men, the obedience of blonde mixed race young men, and Fu Siyu's silence, we can feel that this child's is not simple.

The middle-aged man climbed to the throne with fear on his face, looked up at the child with one hand supporting his chin, and seemed to be closing his eyes.

Finally, the child on the throne opened his eyes. The pure and transparent eyes flashed a trace of vicissitudes and haze when he opened his eyes, as if there lived a soul inconsistent with his age in this small body