Could it be that the people of the Celestial Clan are one of the Divine Clan?!

"The secret clan is not strictly a duty, but it is just a more magical existence than humans in heaven and earth. Could it be that the Celestial Clan?" Fusu was shocked by his bold speculation.

Lan Piaopiao lost a smile on her face, and she didn't know what she thought, a trace of complexity flashed in her eyes, and she nodded and said in a deep voice, "Once, the Heavenly Clan was in charge of the twenty-four clans. ”

Fusu gasped, for thousands of years, he had not lost interest in the mysteries between heaven and earth, but Mu Ne lived and watched normally, and he had also thought about how this planet worked before ancient times.

What kind of existence was the secret clan at that time? Could the supreme person in the secret clan be the legendary god?

Is it true that human beings are created by gods, rather than evolved naturally? The realm of the dead is so ethereal and mysterious, controlling the souls of all living beings, and it can be said that it controls the door of life and death, so what would the highest-level person in the realm of the dead be?

These questions are so large that you lose the courage to find them. But at this moment, Fusu had a strange and absurd thought in his heart, but it seemed to make sense.

"But the Celestials are not gods. Lan Piaopiao's words shattered Fusu's speculation.

"The world of eons ago was certainly not what it is today. The respective forms of the Mystics are not what they are now. None of this matters anymore, I tried to travel back in time, but I failed. Moreover, many things will not help even if you return to the present moment, and the things that should happen will happen. Perhaps, it's also my limited ability..."

When Lan Piaopiao said this, she was a little inexplicably sad. No one noticed the flash of sentimentality on her countenance.

Faced with such a walking encyclopedia, Fusu's instinctive curiosity was stimulated: "Are the twenty-four secret clans the remaining seven clans after that catastrophe? Are these seven clans not the only ones who exist in the world?"

"Seven Clans, who told you that there are only Seven Clans left?" Lan Piaopiao looked at Fusu with an idiot expression on her face, "Young man, never believe what you hear, and even what you see may not be true." ”

"There are about eleven tribes that I can find today, but except for the four who are strong, the rest are in decline. ”

Su'er didn't dare to gasp more on the side, and she also had the same guess as Fusu in her heart, thinking to herself what kind of Rausch dog luck this was?

That. This is the name of the people of Fusu for the invisible gods above their heads.

After a pause, Lan Piaopiao continued, "The Heavenly Clan is in charge of the twenty-four clans, and the twenty-four clans are under the jurisdiction of the blue and blue eight directions, alas, I don't remember much about what happened in the years. When the catastrophe came, I was still weak, and I only remember that my mother took me to Feiyu Luoxi. ”

“... Those huge fireballs, when they smashed into Feiyu Luoxi, the barrier completely collapsed and shattered. My mother left a rune mark for the patriarch of the phantom people, and used the incarnation spirit condensation as an enchantment to block more fireballs. I don't remember exactly what happened after that..."

Lan Piaopiao said, turning to look at the lake outside the window, her eyes were hollow, and her expression was blank.

"Then why don't you stay in Feiyu Luoxi? Bai and Fei heard that their family is still good. Su'er asked.

It stands to reason that Lan Piaopiao's mother saved the phantom clan at the cost of transforming into a spirit. Of course, Lan Piaopiao should naturally stay in Feiyu Luoxi, but now that she is not very good, it seems that she has departed from the normal plot.

Lan Piaopiao turned her head to look at Su'er and smiled and asked, "If you saved someone, would you stay in his house forever?"

Su'er was stunned and didn't know how to respond.

No matter what Lan Piaopiao did, the light-shaped roulette wheel behind him always radiated light and rotated in an orderly manner.

"There is no one who is not a victim of a catastrophe that will destroy the world. It is natural for those who are capable to do what they are capable of doing. With the strength of the Heavenly Clan, it may be possible to escape a catastrophe, but after the destruction of the world, there is only one race of creatures left in this vast world, what is the meaning? ”

As if talking to Fusu and the others, Lan Piaopiao didn't have any expression on her face.

glanced at Su'er, who was stunned, and continued, "Save, it is my clan's original intention. But if I stay in Feiyu Luoxi, it will be an eternal burden for the Phantom Clan. The Phantom People are too kind, and my presence only serves to remind them all the time that they owe me this affection to the Celestials for generations. Everyone has become a prisoner of guilt, why bother? ”

Fusu stood silently, unable to say a word.

What was that world like? He didn't know.

But perhaps, the world is different now, but some things will never change.

Like, kindness, like, sacrifice.

He suddenly felt that he had lived for more than 2,000 years and was only alive, and that although he was powerless to change the world, and there were many things he could do, but in the end he was disappointed in humanity. No, it's to be disappointed in yourself.

Experience, insight and accumulation can indeed make a person grow. However, time only gives rich experience, not the so-called penetration.

Life and death, he can't see through. Living alone for more than 2,000 years, his friends around him, except for Midnight and Su'er, can only stay in his eternal life for a short time.

Affection, he can't see through it. knew that he would lose, but he still knew so many people. Zizhan, Lizan, Ananda... When Maha said goodbye to him, he said: There is no one in the west out of Yangguan.

The world is vast, crossing the Xiling River, and there is no one after that.

Fusu couldn't let go or see through, so he could only be a carefree person in the world alone.

It's not that he didn't want to be a savior, but after walking for more than a thousand years, his heart is already very tired. He was so tired that he couldn't go on in the world, and he couldn't sublimate his life to the height of Lan Piaopiao.

He wasn't that great, he wasn't before, and he wasn't now. But perhaps, in the future...

When Fusu's soul was shaking and he was reflecting on it, Lan Piaopiao suddenly turned to look at Sang Xia who looked ignorant and said, "You, more interesting than him." ”

As the words fell, Lan Piaopiao raised his palm with one hand and launched a small roulette wheel.

Before Fusu could react, the golden roulette wheel slammed into Sang Xia's body. Like Qiao Zhongye, she lost consciousness and sat limply in her chair, her head tilted to one side.

Fusu and Su'er were stunned, and looked at Sang Xia with wide eyes, but there were no spirit beads and soul beads like Qiao Ziye.

Instead, a white mist slowly appeared in a golden light.

The golden light wandered leisurely beyond the white mist, enclosing it, and the white mist swam leisurely, outlining the outline of a human figure for a moment.

At this time, the difficult shapes on the roulette wheel behind Lan Piaopiao floated out a few and leaned into the shape, and when they came into contact with the white mist, the shapes dissipated, and a translucent 'person' appeared.

"Sang, Xia" Fusu called.

Su Er frowned, her eyes straightened, and she shook her head at Fu Su.

"This is the one that appeared in Sangxia's dream..."Su'er recognized at a glance the white sports suit on the 'person' formed by the white mist, which she had conjured up with her own hands.

"That guy just now counted the cost of this meal. Buy one get one free, this should be a favor for you. But remember, you owe me a big meal. It can't be worse than today, huh. ”

Lan Piaopiao said to Fusu. It's not a joke at all, it's extremely serious...