Chapter 1838

He had been looking for who resurrected him recently.

But after searching for more than half a month, there was no clue at all.

The person who resurrected him was not within a hundred-zhang range.

Now he suddenly found that he could check the person who resurrected him.

He had been waiting for a long time, always wanting to know who resurrected him.

He originally thought it would take a very, very long time to know.

But now he suddenly found that it could be checked, which made his heart tremble somewhat.

Thirty-three years of lifespan increased, and he could check the person who resurrected him.

Today is truly a joyous day.

Ying Zheng suppressed the excitement in his heart.

He thought about it and didn't dismiss the two.

Anyway, this was in his mind, and others couldn't see it.

His consciousness clicked to check.

National Destiny Manifestation.

Resurrected person: Ying Ying Zi Ye!

Remaining lifespan: 33 years!

Ying Zheng suddenly turned his head to look at Ying Ying Zi Ye.

"This... how is this possible?"

"It was actually Ying Zi Ye who resurrected me."

Ying Zheng was somewhat distracted.

His heart couldn't believe it.

How could it be Ying Zi Ye who resurrected him?

Could Ying Zi Ye be a god?

If he wasn't a god, how could he resurrect him?

If he was a god, how could this be...?

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

General Zhang Han Han was puzzled, not knowing what had happened.

"It's nothing, you go down first."

"Ying Zi Ye, come with me."

Ying Zheng lifted his legs and walked back to the hall.

"Prince, what's wrong with the Emperor?"

General Zhang Han Han was dumbfounded; he didn't offend the Emperor, did he?

Why did he suddenly let him leave?

"It's nothing, you go down first."

Ying Ying Zi Ye didn't explain anything.

He followed Brother Zheng's footsteps and left here.

"So I was discovered after all."

Ying Ying Zi Ye smiled bitterly; he had always not wanted Brother Zheng to know this news.

But now, Brother Zheng knew it himself.

I really don't know why the National Destiny Manifestation had to let Brother Zheng know this news.

He knew that Brother Zheng also had a picture in his brain.

That was a pattern reminding him how much life he had left.

How should he explain this?

Should he pull it to the gods again?

It seemed that besides this excuse, he didn't know what reason to pull.

In the hall.

Father and son sat together.

Neither of them spoke first.

I don't know how much time passed.

Ying Zheng finally couldn't help it.

"How long do you intend to hide it, you brat?"

"If I hadn't suddenly known, were you not planning to tell me for the rest of your life?"

Ying Zheng had a dark face, looking at Ying Ying Zi Ye sitting opposite.

Ying Ying Zi Ye brewed a pot of tea and poured a cup for Brother Zheng.

"Father Emperor, don't be angry; shouldn't you be happy to suddenly get thirty-three years of lifespan?"

Ying Ying Zi Ye picked up a cup of tea and took a sip.

"You really knew."

Ying Zheng's eyes flashed with brilliance, looking at Ying Ying Zi Ye with burning eyes.

So this brat knew everything.

He was just pretending to be confused and not telling him anything.

He even knew about the pattern in his brain.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have said he increased his lifespan by thirty-three years.

If he didn't say this, it was impossible for anyone to know.

So, the person who resurrected himself had always been by his side.

It was just that he had never discovered it and had been running around everywhere.

He ran to Xianyang City for more than half a month and had no harvest at all.

Now that Ying Zi Ye returned, he discovered that the resurrected person was actually him.

Ying Zheng smiled bitterly; he also blamed himself for being slow to react, knowing this matter only now.

Since he was resurrected, Ying Zi Ye's various performances had been different from others.

He had always thought that Ying Zi Ye was enduring until that moment when he broke out.

He didn't know that this matter was not like this.

Now it seems that it might not be that simple.

If he guessed correctly, Ying Zi Ye might have learned some kind of immortal art.

Otherwise, how could he resurrect him?