The Eternal Life of His Majesty

Thirty years

Morning light filled a small street hundreds of meters away from the abandoned factory in Anluo.

A girl who looked like a college student was running in the morning and doing a live broadcast with her cell phone.

That girl has a good name on the Internet, Ameng.

"Hee hee, I returned to the gymnastics live broadcast this morning, welcome Muyu Jiangnan Da!"

"Wow, thank you Muyu Jiangnan for giving me a set of 66 lollipops!"

The girl was greeted by the morning light, bathed in the sunlight, and had a sweet smile.

In a short period of time, the number of people in the live broadcast room gradually increased.

Suddenly, someone from iD who worked for Lingling Xiaohe replied: "A Meng, where is the haunted factory that you talked about yesterday morning?"

"Do you want to take us to see today? Have a look!"

A Meng's face suddenly showed an embarrassed expression, "That's not good, I'm female, Ma Ma told me not to go to a dangerous place!"

Ah Meng showed a cute and shy expression, which instantly made many people comment.

But even though he did not plan to leave, the abandoned factory was one of the routes he had to go through in the morning.

A Meng was still thinking about it, and suddenly saw the treasure chest with the dominating screen on her phone glittering, and she could not help but cover her mouth and exclaim, "Thank you for the supreme treasure chest from Lingyi Xiaohe!"

He was filled with excitement, the supreme treasure chest was five hundred tender brother coins.

The people around could not help but increase the attack, "Typical 666!"

"Local tyrant, do you still lack friends?"

Ah Meng's face flushed red with excitement, but she knew why Ling Weihe would send the Supreme Treasure Chest, grit his teeth and say: "OK, please, today I'm going to the haunted abandoned factory to see it."

He had heard rumors about this abandoned factory. A person is in a coma for no apparent reason, but it seems that no life has been killed. Moreover, so many people were watching the live broadcast, so nothing happened.

Suddenly, Ameng sped up his pace and walked to the abandoned factory.

When he walked to the abandoned factory, he was stunned.

"what's going on?"

"What about abandoned factories?"

"You don't really see ghosts, do you?"

As the barrage swept by, many people saw Ah Meng's lethargic expression on the mobile phone's live broadcast.

I saw the man A Meng turning the phone around wonderfully and putting the lens on the abandoned factory.

Yesterday, the abandoned factory where he lived while jogging in the morning is now gone? Leveled to the ground, leaving only a piece of debris.

Ah Meng bluntly and muttered: "Damn it, a very nice factory yesterday, why is it so lost?"

...

Jiangshui City, Qin Wende residence.

Several people gathered together, looking at the unconscious Qin Wende on the bed, full of grief.

One of the fierce-looking bald men could not help but say, "Master Chen, Brother Qin is really in a coma, is there nothing else?"

A burly man next to him was even more worried. He slammed his fist against the wall and snarled, "Damn it, Zheng Weilong!"

Chen Fuyun's eyes were cold, and he glanced at the burly man, "If you make another sound and disturb him for a break, I'll chase you away!"

The burly Han suddenly changed his face slightly, and quickly said: "I'm the one who's wrong, I'll never do it again!"

He became angry for a moment, forgetting that Qin Wende was still there.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened slightly, and everyone could not help but turn their heads and look around.

"Green ..." Chen Fuyun stopped as soon as he spoke, without making a sound.

"Xiaoxuan!" The bald head and the others looked at Qin Xuan in surprise. They had met Qin Xuan, but most of them three years ago, Qin Xuan's face had changed in the past few years, but she could still recognize him at a glance.

All three are brothers who were born and died with their father. Qin Xuan respected them in his previous life, but it was a pity that they were all imprisoned by Chen Zixiao in his previous life, regretting their entire lives.

Even in prison, these three never betrayed, so Qin Xuan still respected these three people.

“Xiaoxuan, when did you come?” The half-white-haired man, almost fifty years old, but his figure made his friends shameless, said.

"Come here yesterday!" Qin Xuan said softly, staring at Debor.

"Oh!" Debor sighed, "Xiaoxuan, don't worry, Mr. Chen just said that Wende was just stunned by his shock, not too much!"

Qin Xuan nodded, "I know!"

Naturally, he knew nothing about Qin Wende's body.

Although the poison from the broken soul's hand had been cleared, he was comatose due to the self-healing function within the body and the shock of the soul.

It didn't take me long to wake up today.

The three Deborahs looked at Qin Xuan, sighed softly, looked at each other, and left quietly.

Chen Fuyun could not help leaving, and nodded respectfully to Qin Xuan.

After everyone left, Qin Xuan walked up to the bed and knelt down gently, staring at Qin Wende.

He looked closely, never missing any details.

Familiar wrinkles on the face, and even a strand of white hair in black hair.

This face, which he had dreamed of in his previous life, and he had no idea how much guilt he was enduring.

She gently shook Qin Wende's hand, at this moment, she was no longer Wanzai Qingdi, but just a little child.

Qin Xuan was silent, he thought of many past lives.

Finally, Qin Xuan slowly got up and gently placed his palm on Qin Wende's shoulder.

"Dad honored his son for thirty years, and his son honored his father for thirty years!"

"Father, the mountain is above you!"

"I'll fight for you!"

Those words fell and a smile appeared, accompanied by sunlight, at this moment, he was no longer the arrogant Emperor Qing.

...

Outside the room, Debor sat together in contemplation, and there was no sound.

Suddenly, a young man ran over and watched the three of them meet each other, and then carefully said: "Qin Wenjun is here!"

Qin Wenjun! ?

The three of them were all startled and suddenly stood up, even Chen Fuyun could not help but frown a little.

Qin's eldest son, Qin Wende's eldest brother, Qin Wenjun?

How did he come?

This time Qin Wende was injured. No one else knew about the news except for a few of them, and even Shen Xinxiu did not even tell him, afraid that he was worried. How did Qin Wenjun get the news?

Among the doubts of the four people, a figure slowly came.

Qin Wenjun, gentle and graceful, his face was slightly serious and heavier.

After he entered, looking at the four people, he could not help but frown, "Where is Wende?"

“Secretary Qin!” Debor and the others hurriedly saluted. Qin Wenjun was a powerful figure in the center of power of a province south of the Yangtze River.

“Let me ask Wende!” Qin Wenjun's words were cold as he swept over the three of them, and finally fell on Chen Fuyun, his expression slowing down.

"Sister Qin is still in the room, and Qin Xuan is with him!" Debor quickly said.

“Qin Xuan is also there?” Qin Wenjun was a little surprised, then nodded and said, “Oke, take me to see him!”