Chapter Thirty-Seven—The Realm of Rebellion
"I'm not of this world either!" Wang Lin smiled slightly, observed Di Xuan, and said slowly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info
"And where are you from?" Di Xuan asked suspiciously.
"I'm from the Dust Realm! I also want to go home, and I also came to this game world for some reason! Wang Lin looked at Di Xuan and said slowly.
"And what do you need me to do?"
"When I came to this world, the Reverse Saint Heavenly Venerable once told me that as long as I can find someone with the same background as me and a surname of the emperor, that person will help me and help me leave!"
Di Xuan looked at Wang Lin and slowly continued to ask: "So you made the Heavenly Reverse Bead, lived in the Heavenly Reverse Space, and handed over the Heavenly Reverse Bead to someone from the Emperor family?" After Di Xuan finished speaking, he looked at Wang Lin relaxed and asked slowly.
"Exactly!"
"I've been in the Heavenly Rebellion Space for a thousand years, until I met you! People who have the same background as me and are surnamed emperor, the old man is saved! ”
When Di Xuan heard this, the corners of his mouth smiled slightly, and he didn't speak, listening to Wang Linda's next sentence.
"But you're wrong, I didn't make the Heavenly Reverse Space..."
"Uh.... Then he is ....."
"He is the corpse of the Reverse Saint Heavenly Venerable....." Wang Lin looked at Di Xuan and said lightly.
Di Xuan couldn't control his emotions at the moment, frowned and asked, "That... That.. And those white strips that I absorbed? Also in his body?? ”
Wang Lin nodded
Di Xuan then asked, "What..... Then I've already started to absorb the corpse of the Reverse Saint Heavenly Venerable? ”
Wang Lin nodded.
"Damn........ Then if I absorb all the long luminaries in this heavenly reverse space, will I be able to leave this game world? ”
"That's right, but with your current cultivation, you can only stay in this Heavenly Reverse Space for six years....."
"It's okay, I understand now, it's easy to do!" .... Di Xuan laughed, looked at Wang Lin, and felt that Wang Lin was kinder than ever.
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That year, I was 12 years old, she was 14 years old, she was a head taller than me, I looked up and said I liked her, she listened in a daze, didn't speak, then turned her head away and stopped looking at me.
That year, I was 18 years old, she was 20 years old, I had been carrying cement on the construction site for a year, she was still in a key university, I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all, I left what I wanted to say to her, I left it to myself, and when I was worthy of her, I told her all, and then in the next four years, I never had the opportunity to see her again, I heard that she had worked, I was more concerned about whether she was a wife, a mother, my career gradually went on the right track, and it was also a small contractor, contracting some construction sitesand no longer be embarrassed by money.
When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dim room, there were only two of us, and after a long silence, she spoke: Eight hundred, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will accept you five hundred. I tried not to tremble as much as I could, and I said, "Come with me," and her eyes glazed over, then flickered, and then like a fire was extinguished, she said: I am not worthy of you, I am just a young lady, I still have guests, nothing to do, I will go first. She left in a hurry, and later, I saw her on TV, she was escorted by two policemen, with a frightened and unbearable face, the TV didn't even cover her face, let her dangle in front of me, let her bump in my heart, bump, until it was shattered, the last time I saw her, she was looking for me, when she was on the top of the building, I looked up at her downstairs, just like that, for a long time, he left, without leaving a word.
Another news of her was a year later, when her mother called me, saying that she was sick and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I couldn't accept it, I felt very depressed anyway. When I arrived at the hospital, in front of her bed, I looked at her pale face, much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me too, as innocent as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand, and the tears finally fell down, and she opened her mouth and said in very soft words: You know...... You know...... I couldn't cry at this time, and immediately continued: I know, I know your heart, my heart has not changed, I will not dislike you, we ...... She suddenly shook it vigorously in excitement, interrupting me, only to hear her weak voice say, "No...... I think... Ask... Ask you...... You..... Why don't you go yet.......... Update your novel that was released at the beginning? ...."Online Game Xianxia: The Rise of the Rebel"?