The white soul crystal was held tightly in the palm of the hand, and the green tendons on the back of the hand burst out one by one, lying on the white skin, and a little light came out from the middle, which was not eye-catching in the sun.

Then the sky suddenly became dark, and out of nowhere, some dark clouds appeared out of nowhere, slowly gathering in the direction of the daylight, gradually obscuring the sun.

The Tiansu people, who were cleaning the palace, looked up at the sky curiously, and temporarily stopped what they were doing.

The white light gradually bloomed, the wind rose on the flat ground, the wind shook the trees, the dense leaves rolled up and slapped on the ground indiscriminately with the wind, and the person who looked up couldn't help but bow his head and block his eyes with his hands.

There was moist moisture in the air, dark clouds gathered, and heavy rain hung in the air.

Zhao Qingge's eyeballs under his eyelids turned a slight arc, and Bo Jue, who had opened the window with a small slit obliquely, secretly observed, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the leaves that were still flying were like crazy, and they were swept up and thrown into the air, and the window was smashed with a bang, and all the doors and windows were making a banging sound within a radius of five miles.

Bo Jue pressed the window hard, so that it was in the center of the whirlpool and was not lifted off the spot.

The dark clouds were stacked layer after layer, and the rich water vapor seemed to be about to drip down immediately, like the last straw that crushed the camel, and a thunderbolt suddenly sounded in the sky, and Tiangong opened his cold eyes.

Thunder and lightning poured down.

Zhao Qingge lost his strength, the soul crystal dissipated in his hand, and his knees fell into the rain.

As she unloaded, the whole sky cleared again at an unbelievable speed, the sun was shining, and there were no clouds, and if it weren't for the rain that had accumulated on the ground, no one would have believed that there had been a rain just now.

Bo Jue picked up the unconscious Zhao Qingge horizontally and put him on the bed.

Before she could pour a glass of water, the woman on the bed opened her eyes, and a pair of light eyes embedded in her pale face were looking at her for a moment: "Have I succeeded?" ”

"Yes, it's been three months, and you've finally succeeded." Bo Jue didn't see any joy on her face, she held Zhao Qingge's back with her hand, helped her up and leaned on her arms, and said, "Come, drink some hot water first." ”

Zhao Qingge broke free from her arms and said with a smile: "I can come by myself, you don't need to treat me as a sick number." ”

"You think about it, you don't look at how much weight you have lost these days, I know that the departure of Lieutenant General Ming has put you under a lot of pressure, but you don't have to push yourself so much." Bo Jue's tone began to become irritable, a month ago, Mingyu came to them, saying that they felt that their limit was approaching, and they had to go to a place alone, telling them to practice hard, and there was not much time left to go back.

Zhao Qingge is the kind of person who is used to working hard, after Mingyu left, she was like playing with her life and frantically overdrawing her body, so that she could break through to the current point in just a few months. Even if Bo Jue knew what she was for, and forgave her reasonably, she couldn't be accommodating emotionally, and every time she was in a dead cycle of "sulking-distressed-sulking".

Zhao Qingge wisely did not talk, but diverted the topic, shaking her hand coquettishly.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat jade balls, can you go and help me make them?" Zhao Qingge's hand moved to her neckline and wanted to pull it down, Bo Jue firmly grasped his shirt like a pervert guarding against it: "Warn you, if you have something to say, don't move your hands and feet, I'm angry now, be careful of adding fuel to the fire." ”

Bo Jue refused coldly: "I didn't learn." ”

"Then you can stew me a black chicken and codonopsis soup, right?"

"Forget."

"And what if I'm hungry?"

"Aren't you going to be windy and rainy? Drink the wind outside. ”

Zhao Qingge looked at her for a moment, slowly put his hand down, and then closed his eyes, took a countermeasure, and continued to rest.

Bo Jue's anger is sprayed on the cotton, who is angry, why does she look like she has treated her badly, she is so tired and needs to be coaxed? Are you such a careless person? As soon as she pretended to pity herself, she obediently bought it? She's not!

I happened to be hungry all morning, she wanted to treat herself, so she made a jade ball, stewed a codonopsis black chicken soup or something, and added a fried vegetables, the smell of oil smoke smelled for a long time and got used to it, Bo Jue was forced into the kitchen by Mingyu at first, and after staying for a long time, she found that there was a lot of fun in it, and she needed to find it urgently.

Bo Jue brought the lunch meal to the table in the room, sat at the table by himself, Zhao Qingge scooped a bowl of soup uninvited and drank it first, and subjectively praised Bo Jue's superb cooking skills.

Bo Jue glared at her symbolically and let her go.

Mingyu, who thought she would never see her, came back again, and no one knew about her return. It was a cloudy day, and it was very close to the day when Zhao Qingge and the others set off to find Lin Jian, but there was a knock on the door in the evening.

Outside the door was a thin male Tiansu, who saw her and said, "I have something to do with you." ”

"No, may I ask who you are?"

The man said in a pure male voice: "I am Mingyu." ”

Bo Jue froze in place, shocked beyond measure. "You are so bold, you dare to ......"

What's even more strange is that such a ridiculous thing, as soon as that person opened his mouth, Bo Jue chose to believe that this kind of trait that can invisibly affect others has only been seen in Mingyu alone.

She changed her tone and stepped aside: "How did you become like this?" Come on in. ”

Zhao Qingge now has to rest for more than twelve hours a day, and he is still lying on the bed, and it is very strange to see a stranger greeted by Bo Jue: "This is?" ”

Bo Jue said: "Your master." ”

Zhao Qingge looked at the person seriously for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Ming?" ”

Mingyu smiled: "It's worthy of being the person I brought out with my own hands, so easy to guess." ”

"How do you ......"

"It's a long story, I copied my memories into a chip and took out a person's body from the mirror lake for implantation, so it became what it is now, only the two of you and the marshal know about this matter, don't tell anyone else."

Zhao Qingge and Bo Jue nodded at the same time.

"I don't understand, what are you doing this?"

"For the sake of ......" Mingyu thought for a while and said, "I don't know why, when I decided to participate in this tide of history, I was worried that the butterfly's wings would flap too much, so I kept a hand so that every 'me' had the opportunity to correct it in the future." ”

"How many people have you sealed?"

"Nineteen."

"You still have to live eighteen?"

Mingyu shook her head: "Every reproduction can only retain the core of the previous generation of organisms, and after three thousand years, I don't know what is left in my memory, but I will do my best." ”

"What are you doing here? Is it just to revise history based on history? ”

"No, I am history. From the last few decades to the present new era, and thousands of years to come, someone has to write down these things, and I can do it. Mingyu flipped out a notebook, the cover was a black bronzing engraving process of this era, and handed it to Zhao Qingge, "I recorded what happened from hundreds of years ago to the present, you see?" ”

She didn't use the modern Tiansu script, but the ancient Tiansu script, Zhao Qingge didn't seem to feel bothered at all, she even remembered the content of the back, because she had read this book.

It was the lone ancient book that she had gnawed on for a full year when the wall was empty, with no name, no author, obscure, and was once suspected of its authenticity, and no one cared about it after it was thrown in the library.

It turned out to be her.

Her few words made her full of confusion about this era, and after receiving the answer, she was even more confused, and finally embarked on such a path. People who have witnessed and written history with their own hands feel very valuable when they think about it.

Zhao Qingge handed the notebook back to her, did not say that he had read what she wrote, and only made a suggestion: "This kind of text is too obvious, it will definitely be destroyed in modern times, you add a little more variant, even an expert who is familiar with the ancient Tiansu language will have to spend his brain to understand it, so that it can be kept forever." ”

Mingyu followed her advice and rewrote it when she went back. She did not blatantly replace the previous position of lieutenant general, but became the lieutenant general of Marshal King's Landing, and did what she considered righteous without distraction, as if something in her heart had been stripped of a piece with the transfer of memory, and not even a wound was left.

On June 16, Bo Jue, Zhao Qingge and other people evacuated from the army, reorganized the team, and galloped to the place where Lin Jian was, and the luck was okay, more than half of the 70 people left when they came, all of them were full of red faces, and finally got through the end, as long as they could go back. They had served on the border with the Pleiades for a few years, but that was not at all the same as coming to ancient times, and they would rather stay in the garrison for thirty years than stay here for another year, because of the sense of belonging.

Traveling from one base to another heavily guarded military base is already a common occurrence for this group, and Lin Jian wants to be a ship, so she naturally has to rely on the support of the army's science room, and she is like a fish in water in a familiar laboratory.

The little prince was like a little beast that had been released, running about happily in the hinterland of the mountain in absolute safety, until he hit a man's ribs with his head and knocked himself into a squatting on his ass.

The little prince rubbed his ass and stood up, and saw clearly the armed person in front of him: "Hey? Vice-Commander? 166 Reading Network