Ran Chuan suddenly felt that his cheeks were a little cold, he touched his face, and there was a wet feeling between his fingers, like cold blood, and he raised his head to look at the sky. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There was no thunder or lightning in the dark sky, only a drizzle.

The cold wind is slightly cool, whistling and slightly crazy, and the sound of the wind and wind in the ears gives people a feeling of unreality.

"But you didn't eat me." Ran Chuan said.

"Yes, so only you can inherit my place." The smile on the Demon Emperor's face disappeared, his expression seemed to be a little cold, and his voice was extremely calm, not like a statement or discussion, but more like an order.

"Then why don't you eat me?" Ran Chuan's voice was also calm, this was not a mockery, he looked into the eyes of the Demon Emperor and asked a real question in his heart.

The Demon Emperor looked into his eyes, his pupils were equally deep, and he confirmed Ran Chuan's true thoughts.

He said, "If you could help me recover, I would have eaten you a long time ago." The Demon Emperor looked at Ran Chuan's eyes, he paused and continued: "You are the only royal family, and my divine clan can naturally only be inherited by you. ”

"But that's after you're out of this world." Ziran came to Ran Chuan again and answered this question for the silent Ran Chuan.

"When you're leaving, many people must want to know."

"But you don't want to leave yet, since you haven't left yet, your clan naturally respects you as the emperor."

The Demon Emperor suddenly smiled, he looked at Ziran, his eyes were full of appreciation.

He said, "If you assist him in reviving my Protoss, you still really have a good chance of success," the Demon Emperor didn't know what he could think, and he added, "In this era." ”

Ziran bowed his head slightly, modestly responding to the Demon Emperor's appreciation.

"Then wait until you're dead." Ran Chuan said suddenly.

The Demon Emperor looked at Ran Chuan, he raised his eyebrows, the raised eyebrows represented a lot of ideas, but he didn't know what kind of thoughts the Demon Emperor was expressing now.

"You want to get away?" The Demon Emperor said, "You can't escape, this is your fate." ”

The Demon Emperor said that it was fate, and the path that Ran Chuan would inevitably take was his fate.

In many places in the world, such as tea houses and wine shops, there are many people, such as scholars and talents, who will often discuss a problem, which is very ordinary or even vulgar, but it may be able to change the world.

Does there really such a thing as fate exist?

For countless years, there has been no clear answer to this question that convinces the vast majority of people in the world.

But at this moment, the Demon Emperor mentioned fate, and the words that came out of such a great mouth were much more convincing than the results discussed by many people in the world.

"I don't believe in fate." Ran Chuan raised his head, and his dark eyes seemed to have a hint of chill.

"It's not like you don't believe it doesn't exist." The Demon Emperor said indifferently.

While the three of them were discussing these things, none of them noticed that there was another person here.

The old horse did not fall in the flames, although it looked a little tired, but it seemed to be in good spirits, but it was a little uneasy, because it felt that the man in Tsing Yi was extremely dangerous, and it wanted to leave, but there was no one to guide it.

The old man pulled a very ordinary and simple carriage, and there was a pale young scholar lying in the carriage, and he heard all the conversations of the three Demon Emperors.

He listened for a long time, but at this point he finally couldn't help but want to ask a question.

He said: "Dare to ask the seniors, what is fate? ”

The Demon Emperor raised his eyebrows again, this was a slight surprise, he knew that Yuexiu was not mocking or asking rhetorically, but a real consultation, he felt that this scholar was indeed not bad, worthy of being the leader of the great era that led the rise of the heroes.

In the face of such a sincere inquiry, the Demon Emperor naturally answered seriously.

He looked at the carriage and said, "To exist is to be destiny." ”

Yuexiu has read thousands of books, and his wisdom is beyond ordinary people, but it is still difficult for him to truly understand the meaning of the Demon Emperor's words.

The Demon Emperor smiled and didn't explain, he turned his gaze to Ran Chuan again, quietly waiting for Ran Chuan's answer.

After a moment of silence, Ran Chuan raised his head, he looked at the Demon Emperor and said, "I don't believe in fate. ”

The Demon Emperor was not angry because Ran Chuan denied his words, on the contrary, he showed his appreciation, and he was very satisfied with the juniors he saw today, and they deserved to be the future of this world.

"It's not that you don't believe it, it doesn't exist," said this, the Demon Emperor paused, he raised his head to look at the dark sky, and after a moment of silence, he continued: "No one knows what kind of existence it is, but it exists in any corner of this world, controlling everything that happens. ”

"I believe in fate, but I don't accept it." The Demon Emperor said expressionlessly, "In my opinion, the only reason for fate to exist is to be changed. What a domineering word, even a thing like fate, which exists above the rules, is disdainful in the eyes of the Demon Emperor.

"The only way you can change your fate is to come to my place." The Demon Emperor looked at Ran Chuan and said indifferently.

This time, Ziran didn't speak for Ran Chuan, he looked at the Demon Emperor with a somewhat complicated expression, and then lowered his head in silence.

Ran Chuan was also silent, and finally he raised his head, looked at the Demon Emperor and said, "I want to change all this." ”

"Good." The Demon Emperor nodded and said appreciatively, "Then come with me." ”

Ran Chuan left, without saying too much goodbye to Ziran and Yuexiu, carrying his long sword on his back, leaving with the Demon Emperor under the dark and drizzly sky, it was like walking into the night.

"What's next?" Ziran came to the side of the carriage and sat on the wheel as a groom, and he asked Yuexiu in the carriage.

The old horse hung his head lazily, neighed softly, and walked forward with a blistering pace.

In the carriage, Yue Xiu's brows were slightly locked, his face was full of worry, he didn't answer Ziran's question, he frowned and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Let's go on." Yuexiu said.

……

A black-clothed deacon pushed open the courtyard door and walked into the small courtyard.

The courtyard is very quiet and clean, there are no water stains on the bluestone paved ground, but it is still very wet, and there are shallow moss growing out of the stone cracks.

The black-clothed deacon's face remained unchanged, and he walked into the small stone table, on which there were several plump and ripe pineapples, and a big man was sitting next to him.

He got down on one knee and reported the matter.

The big man's face remained unchanged, but in the end, there was a hint of mockery on the corner of his lips.

"The emperor also wants to intervene in this matter, but it's a pity that he let them get it." Dahan looked at the southeast and said with a slight mockery.

The black deacon did not speak, because he knew that of course this person was not speaking to him, and that he needed to become deaf at the necessary moment, and that knowing more did not mean that it was good, but that would make his situation very difficult.

"Anything else to say?" Dahan looked at the black deacon and asked.

The black-clothed deacon felt a little hot, otherwise why was he sweating so much on his back?

He said nervously: "Back to my lord, no." ”

Dahan looked at him and said mockingly: "I really don't know what Youming Hall is doing with so much waste, it's all mixed up and waiting for death, and the old man of Youming is really useless." ”

The black-clothed deacon didn't dare to answer at all, he stood respectfully bent over, just begging to no longer be subjected to such a suppressed aura.

Dahan suddenly waved his hand irritably, and he said, "If you can't find the black stele, you all go to die." ”

The black-clothed deacon withdrew from the courtyard as if he had been pardoned, and then he became sad again, for if he could not find the black tablet and the man who took it, they would all really all die.

The wooden wheels pressed against the gravel-strewn road, bringing out two clear and slender marks. After the rain, the sky is no longer dark, the sun emerges from behind the clouds, and the soft light shines on the earth, making it appear bright and warm.

In the woods next to the official road, I don't know when a strong figure began to walk forward stubbornly and firmly, walking with the carriage, not following, but parallelly.

The man in the woods kept the same rhythm as the carriage, did not overtake, did not lag behind, and never came out of the woods.

The first to be alert was the old horse, which had tried to speed up and get rid of the man, but in the end it failed, and under Ziran's comfort, although it did not try to get rid of the man again, it remained vigilant.

Ziran looked at the figure in the woods, he was also a little vigilant, but the man didn't make any other movements except following them, and he couldn't help but be a little puzzled about this.

He knew a lot was going to happen along the way, so he wasn't surprised, he was just a little worried.

The eastern frontier is full of hills, and it is indeed remarkable that the Great Sun was able to establish a kingdom here and become one of the most powerful kingdoms in the world.

Official roads are built on relatively flat ground, which means that the carriage will take many detours, which will undoubtedly leave many opportunities.

"Looks like you still have something in you that will attract them." Yuexiu said in the carriage, her voice looking a little tired.

Ziran did not answer.

He looked up ahead, the mountain in front of him was narrow and steep, the cliff face was covered with green pines, and the tough roots of the trees dug tightly into the rocks, struggling and stubbornly absorbing the nutrients.

In front of the official road is a maple forest, and they have to go around the cliff and pass through the maple forest, which is under the cliff and is well located for ambush.

They had been walking for days without encountering any obstacles, but that didn't mean they were really safe, and they were calm until the storm came.

The carriage slowly drove into the maple forest, the branches of the maple trees in early spring were bare, but the ground was covered with maple leaves, which had fallen in the autumn and winter of last year, and had not rotted until now, and the blood-red maple leaves were as dizzying as blood, and it was difficult to look at directly.

The spring breeze stirs the residual leaves on the branches, but it is not bleak, but full of life.

The official road passed through the maple forest, and there was the sound of footsteps, the neighing of horses, and the sound of wagons and wooden wheels grinding against rotten leaves.

A caravan slowly approached ahead.

The caravan walked forward, and the old horse walked forward with the carriage.

It was about to stagger, and just as it was about to stagger, a stinging sword shadow flashed in the air, sharp and full of coldness.

A horse turned into two pieces of flesh and blood, and the person on the horse's back also turned into two halves, and the blood poured down like a heavy rain, and the maple forest was instantly filled with blood, and the blood-red maple forest was like hell.

This sword intent came from Ziran.

Yue Xiu in the carriage sighed slightly, not knowing what it meant.

In the face of such an unexpected situation, the caravan did not panic, but behaved calmly, showing no sadness or any other emotion towards the dead people and horses, let alone fleeing.

There was silence for a moment, and the horse convoy in front of the caravan dispersed, and a sturdy horse walked out carrying a thin figure.