The Savior is just a 3-Year-Old

The memories of the First Emperor and the Sixth Brother surged in his mind.

Countless unforgettable moments almost drowned him.

By the time he fused his memories and stood up, his face was as pale as paper.

The Evil God was still blabbering in his mind,’None of these incarnations are worry-free. I see that none of you are worry-free. All of them were disappointing. He would give up the world for a woman. Useless thing.”

“Sixth Brother still dares to bet with this seat. This seat thinks he has eaten the guts of a leopard! Does he think that I’m the same as your blind incarnations? Good-for-nothing, blind, blind thing! You don’t let me worry every day, you’ll anger me to death!”  The evil god wanted to kill the eight incarnations and attack himself.

However, Lu Huaijiang was only one step away from fusing with him. He could only watch helplessly.

Only when the Origin returned to him could he control his emotions.

Evil God Qi, he was angry and furious.

“You didn’t say anything when he was here just now, and now you’re shooting after the fact?” Lu Huaijiang’s tone was filled with disdain.

The Evil God was about to explode with anger. He’s just my incarnation, why would I fear him?” He was the Source, the purest power of the Cthulhu’s Source. He would be afraid of Sixth Brother? What a joke!

“I’m just angry that he dared to bet with me. Who gave him the guts? If I fall in love with that wretched girl, I’ll chop off my head and sit on it! Only ignorant things like you suffer.”  The Evil God had already seen his eight lives and felt no pressure at all.

The Evil God looked like he was in pain and hated the few incarnations.

She hated him for not competing.

Lu Huaijiang sneered and rolled her eyes.

Her fair hands formed a seal slightly, and a strange movement of spiritual qi appeared in the air.

A transparent spiritual sword appeared in front of Lu Huaijiang. This was Sixth Brother’s natal sword.

He was only loyal to his master.

Lu Huaijiang reached out and felt the joyful aura of the Natal Spiritual Sword. He had a sword spirit.

“No wonder Sixth Brother didn’t die. It’s actually the sword spirit who has been supporting him.” The Evil God was enlightened.

“This Natal Spiritual Sword is a good thing. Unfortunately, the sword body was destroyed and only a sword spirit is left. However, if the sword spirit is well nurtured and cultivated, it can also transform.”

Lu Huaijiang gently touched the transparent spirit sword and could not help but smile when she felt his joyful aura.

With a light flick, it returned to Lu Huaijiang’s body.

When he had the time, he would definitely get a new sword body for the Sword Spirit.

Or, help him transform.

The wind started to blow, and a gentle breeze blew across the peach forest. The peach blossoms fell to the ground and circled around Lu Huaijiang.

Perhaps, he did not see Lulu as a younger sister.

Lu Huaijiang took a deep look at Lulu before slowly disappearing under the peach tree.

Lulu was resting in front of the window, and the bright peach blossoms fell on her shoulders one by one. It fell on her brows, the tip of her nose, and the palm of her hand.

In her sleep, the little girl’s face was covered in tears, as if she had a deep nightmare.

The little girl’s delicate brows were tightly furrowed, and her hands were tightly clenched.

Tears rolled down her cheeks unconsciously.

The sleeping Lulu’s hands were covered in blood.

She seemed to have stabbed someone.

The man said, Remember me.

Lulu’s heart skipped a beat as she opened her eyes.

The red mark between his eyebrows was shockingly hot, as if it was some kind of unbreakable restriction.