The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

   Chapter 825 Goddess is related to evil

  "Abandon the world, abandon all fame and fortune, just to stay together for life."

   "But have you stayed together?"

   "Did you expect it?" Lu Huaijiang whispered.

There are traces of rubbing on the jade slip, which shows that the owner has taken care of it with great care.

  Lulu footsteps heard, and Lu Huaijiang reflexively stuffed the jade slip into his arms.

   My heart was pounding.

   "Jiang Jiang, Jiang Jiang, there are so many beautiful jade butterflies behind. Look, so many jade butterflies..."

  Lulu jumped over and grabbed Lu Huaijiang’s wrist, and Lu Huaijiang followed her to the depths of the stone room.

  Sure enough, the jade butterfly dancing inside.

"It is rumored that there are many jade butterflies in the depths of the netherworld. The jade butterflies are transformed by human obsessions." Lu Huaijiang looked at the dancing jade butterflies from a distance. The jade butterflies had smooth and shining lines on his body, in the dark. Exudes light.

   "But Nether has closed the gate since thousands of years ago, causing the underworld to be out of balance, and the underworld and the world are still closed. Where did this jade butterfly come from? Was it the goddess who left it to the first emperor?" Lu Huaijiang frowned slightly.

   "Maybe, there are many evils in the world, and it has something to do with the goddess." Lu Huaijiang whispered.

  Lulu paused, and suddenly bent over: "Ah." With a sudden wailing.

  Lu Huaijiang was so scared that her cold hair stood up, and he stepped forward nervously, and saw Lulu holding his heart and his face pale: "Suddenly, my heart hurts." His small face was wrinkled and wrinkled.

  The rumors are the jade butterfly transformed by obsession, and the jade butterfly who hardly gets close to anyone except that obsession.

  At the moment, they are all around her, staying on her shoulders, on the tip of her nose, on the tips of her hair, on the corners of her skirts.

  A jade butterfly circulates around Lu Huaijiang, but never stops.

  Lulu couldn’t care about the pain in his mouth, and said with joy, with a pale face: "So many flapping moths like me."

  Lu Huaijiang…………

   "So beautiful, so beautiful... The jade butterfly has disappeared for thousands of years, and there are still jade butterflies in the mausoleum." Lulu happily ran around among the jade butterflies.

  The jade butterfly that circled Lulu Huaijiang finally landed on his chest.

  Wings moved slightly, and Lu Huaijiang felt that his heartbeat resonated with Yudie’s waving.

  Just like, Yudie was born with him.

  Since he came to this mausoleum, Lu Huaijiang was in a trance, and he always felt that he had taken back something that originally belonged to him.

   "Oh, the jade butterflies have disappeared. Did their obsessions disappear? Did the first emperor's obsessions wait for the goddess or for longevity?" Lulu was reluctant to give up, with a face full of disappointment.

  As soon as the jade butterfly dispersed, the stone chamber became empty.

   "A lot of gold, when I run out of money, I will come to dig the gold ingots in the stone room." Lulu looked like a small money fan.

  Lu Huaijiang burst into laughter.

   reached out his hand and led Lulu out of the stone chamber, only to find that there were a few more corpses piled up outside the passage.

   Seeing the two come out unscathed, the civil and military officials’ eyes went straight.

  But His Majesty didn't want to mention it, and no one dared to ask.

  The girl next to him is really bullying, but it’s a pity that she is backed by the emperor and no one dared to say anything.

  "Since the tomb of the first emperor was born, excavate it. Incorporate the things in the tomb into the emperor's tomb." Lu Huaijiang said in a deep voice.

  Since the obsession of the first emperor has disappeared, the tomb is no longer important.

  Lu Huaijiang pinched Lulu’s wrists suddenly tight.

  His obsession...

  Lu Huaijiang took a deep breath, his brows filled with lingering melancholy.

  (End of this chapter)