Who is Xiaoqian? An Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment and then reacted, about three thousand emperors.

Indeed, there is no relationship between the administrator and Fan Ji, and there are only about three face-to-face encounters, one is when Fan Ji first returned to humanism, the second time is at the beginning of the founding of the Three Thousand Emperors, and the third time is now, according to the personality of the administrator, I probably haven't said a few words to her.

If there is anything to do with it, according to the words that the administrator once mentioned, his relationship with the Three Thousand Emperors is the same as that of the Humanist Sect Ancestor, probably a relationship of teacher and friend. Gu Nian was in the incense of the Three Thousand Emperors, and the administrator never cared about what Fan Ji wanted to do.

As he said before, Fan Ji had come to the Three Thousand Family many times to ask for the Book of the World.

What is the Book of the World? An Xiaoyu suddenly thought of the chakra sutra that he had heard about when he was in Dongyun, and the one that could be valued by these people was probably the Taoist book.

Fan Ji wanted to seize the Taoist book, but the administrator ignored it, just because he took into account the friendship of the Three Thousand Emperors for Fan Ji. Or add the matter of the book in the world, it is likely to be a family matter between Fan Ji and the Three Thousand Emperors.

But with all this, does Fan Ji want to challenge the authority of the administrator? Want to provoke the first person under the Heavenly Dao? The administrator seems to be very easy-going on the surface, but because he has seen too much, lost too much, and he doesn't care about many things.

But that doesn't mean he can really stop caring about anything.

This is the first time An Xiaoyu has seen the administrator angry, in the process of killing the flower face before, he just said it casually, An Xiaoyu couldn't help but think, at the beginning, was the administrator also like now, angry for her?

Thinking of this, An Xiaoyu's heart suddenly warmed, and all the doubts that had arisen before because of Fan Ji's question came to naught. Even if you don't know a lot of things, what does it matter? When two people are together, the truth of the past will never be that important, will it?

Just when An Xiaoyu was happy, Fan Ji's body was under tremendous pressure, and her whole person was languishing and pale, trembling under such a majesty. She wanted to beg for mercy, but the power of the Administrator held her down so hard that she couldn't even do anything as simple as talking.

Three thousand plum blossoms obviously wanted to ask for mercy, but like Wei Fangyuan and Wusheng, under such suppression, even a little bit of residual power could not be stopped. Only An Xiaoyu, hiding in the arms of the administrator, can't feel such a terrifying realm at all.

An Xiaoyu looked at the energy in Fan Ji's body, and felt that the twenty-one law origins in her body were gradually pinched into a ball, infinitely closer, if she continued like this, I am afraid that it would collide in an instant, and then explode.

She hurriedly reached out and grabbed the caretaker's shirt and whispered, "Forget it." ”

The world suddenly became noisy again, and they realized that under the suppression just now, even the laws of the Heavenly Dao began to stagnate, the surrounding sounds could not be heard, and the surrounding light dimmed by an unknown amount.

It's just that in the midst of such repression, those who feel it have no time to take care of it. It was only after all the coercion had disappeared, and they were dressed roughly, that they realized how intimate the noise of returning to their surroundings was, symbolizing that their lives were still in their own hands.

It's horrible!

Wei Fangyuan and Wusheng both glanced at each other, and did not speak very interestingly.

The administrator looked at the embarrassed Fan Ji and whispered, "She pleaded for you, do you remember?" ”

Fan Ji's hair was scattered, her clothes were all wrinkles that she had just curled up and scratched, her face was extremely pale, the corners of her mouth were stained with bright red blood, and even one of her eyes was squeezed out with the color of the law energy of the alien race, which completely turned into a palette of light blue and yellow.

After hearing the administrator's words, Fan Ji nodded again and again: "I remember!" Remembered! ”

"Get out!"

"Wait!" No one expected that at this time, there would be someone who would speak up to disobey the administrator's decision.

But the three thousand plum blossoms still stood up and said respectfully: "Lingzun, the emperor once had something left, and if the descendants gave up seizing the book of the world, they would give it to her." I think...... Fanji's seniors shouldn't come again, right? ”

Fan Ji's face was complicated, she really didn't plan to come again, it was just a book in the world, and it really didn't have much effect, and it was very eye-catching to carry on her body, it was not worth meeting with the administrator for such a thing. If possible, she would never want to return to the imperial capital for the rest of her life.

The administrator nodded, didn't say anything, just looked down and asked, "Are you alright?" ”

An Xiaoyu looked at the administrator's concerned eyes, hugged the administrator's neck violently, kissed the administrator's lips, closed her eyes, and carefully felt the warmth from her lips, the warmth from her arms, and the emotion in her heart.

Wei Fangyuan couldn't help but whistle and was punched hard by Wusheng.

Fan Ji looked at the appearance of the two people, and the color couldn't help but dim, and after a long time, he turned around and asked Sanqian Meihua: "What about the things he left behind?" ”

Three thousand plum blossoms stretched out their hands, the peach blossom fan swayed a breeze, thousands of petals rippled in the breeze of the folding fan, more and more, slowly like the tide of the sea, from the void to hold out a wooden box. The wooden box is very simple, not a precious wood, there is no carving, and there is no spiritual power fluctuation.

But when he saw this wooden box, both Fan Ji and the administrator holding An Xiaoyu were all dazzled. The Administrator laughed, "It turned out to be this thing." ”

An Xiaoyu was impulsive just now, and when it was over, she remembered that there were still a lot of people around watching, and when she was shy, she heard the administrator say this, and couldn't help but look out and ask, "What is this?" ”

The administrator didn't speak, and everyone watched as the box slowly fell into Fanji's hands.

Fan Ji trembled her lips, wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, and took the wooden box in her hand, unable to hide the excitement in her heart, and there was even a trace of tears in the corners of her eyes: "This is ...... This is the wooden box we made together back then...... He made the lid, I made the body, and it was ......"

As she spoke, Fan Ji opened the lock of the box and looked at the inside of the box but was stunned.

An Xiaoyu was curious, what was inside? She craned her neck, but all she saw was a foggy gray inside, and a thin pamphlet lay on top of it.

Fan Ji's tears fell suddenly, and she hugged the small box and wept bitterly.

Three thousand plum blossoms said: "The Great Emperor once said that if Fan Ji gave up the book of the world, then he will give you this box." That's when you can really realize what's important and what's worth it in this world. ”

"It is said that when the emperor was ten thousand years old, he recalled the past with you more than once, and said to the emperor and queen at that time more than once that if nothing else, there will always be only one wife he wants in this life, and there will always be only one place to go where he wants."

And the so-called poem in the Three Thousand Dreams is not as rumored in the outside world, the emperor was drunk and was burned for fear of being circulated. It's that the poem has been circulated, but the world has misinterpreted the intention of the poem, thinking that you left the emperor back then, so the emperor abolished the poem in anger. ”

"Actually, although the Three Thousand Dreams were written by the Emperor himself, the first perspective in it is not the Emperor himself, but your ......."

"Love is in the depths of love, and it is too late for the hater to start hating. It's just a juvenile thing at that time, and only when people disperse will be aware...... "Fan Ji's tears are like a beaded curtain with broken threads, sliding down her cheeks, what kind of expression does she have on her face?" An Xiaoyu couldn't understand it.

Is it regret and loneliness, love and longing, trance and reminiscence, or heartache and heartbreak? It was a pitiful expression, with crystal tears, turning into the most inspiring speechlessness in the world, entangled in grievances and grievances, and endlessly to death.

Fan Ji cried for a long time, until the battle in the imperial capital began to come to an end, and then she slowly lowered her head and laid the wooden box in her hand flat. An Xiaoyu saw clearly that the gray things contained in the wooden box were clearly ashes.

"Could this be ......?" she whispered.

The administrator nodded: "This is the ashes of the Three Thousand Emperors." ”

Fan Ji opened the pamphlet on the ashes, and the pamphlet in ancient costumes was almost falling apart, but there was a force on it that kept it intact.

"This is a psalm that the two of us wrote together." Fan Ji choked up and said: "Back then, I liked to practice martial arts, he liked to write essays and poems, I said I didn't like it, he just wanted to pull me along." I wrote the first half of the song, and he wrote half of it. I was reluctant at the time, so I reluctantly perfunctory him a few times, and he wrote down all the poems in this booklet. ”

Looking at the past page by page, Fan Ji turned very slowly, as if looking at those passing years.

When she turned to the last page, she said, "If you are born, you will be the same robe, and if you die, you will be the same cave." The drums of war are the trumpets, and the flames are decided. The sound is the winner, and the return is to become a que. The sky is wasted and the earth is old, and he goes to the covenant of the son. ”

An Xiaoyu was silent, thinking about it, Fan Ji didn't understand the meaning of the Three Thousand Emperors back then, right? Even in the end, I didn't know that the Three Thousand Emperors were still waiting for her after all, waiting for this one with her back then, and there was no agreement with me.

The first half of Fan Ji's poem is clearly written about the scene of the battlefield, and it is very appropriate to put it on Fan Ji, who has always hoped to go to the battlefield and fight a decisive battle with other races at that time. But it's a pity that Fan Ji didn't know what the Three Thousand Emperors were thinking at that time.

If you are born, you will be the same robe, and if you die, you will be the same hole. The drums of war are the trumpets, and the flames are decided. This is Fan Ji's dream, to fight on the battlefield with thousands of soldiers, even if she dies on the battlefield, she will never regret it. The drums of war sounded the horn of war, and the two sides finally decided the victory in the flames.

But what the Three Thousand Emperors hoped was that when this final decisive battle was over, all the war drums used to pacify the world and burn the flames of the alien race could be restored to the era of peace when she returned, and after death, the war drums would see them off and burn their bodies with flames.

No matter how far the two people are, no matter how long time has passed, as long as one person is still there, they will go to the oath of "death is the same hole".

So, the Three Thousand Emperors came to the appointment.

Ten thousand years have passed, and the oath of that year is still preserved in the three thousand families, waiting for Fan Ji's soberness and waiting for this person's return. Even if they took different paths back then, even if they didn't see each other again in the end, even for the continuation of the royal family, the Three Thousand Emperors didn't know that they had children.

But the oath of the year, the last remaining box of dust, is waiting for that person after all.

An Xiaoyu looked at Fan Ji and said, "The Three Thousand Emperors of the year may have been waiting for her to come back, right?" That's why he hid what Fan Ji wanted and let her find it. It's a pity that when the Three Thousand Emperors were still alive, Fan Ji still didn't come after all. ”

The administrator said: "Actually, Fan Ji doesn't necessarily have a real change in temperament, the country is easy to change, and her nature is difficult to change. Humanity ascends to the sky, love is the key, human love is an outlier in this world, even if it is the way of heaven, it is difficult to change, let alone two people with deep affection? ”

"Then back then, why didn't Fan Ji want to come back to see the Three Thousand Emperors?" An Xiaoyu raised her head and asked with some regret.

"Look!" The administrator said.

An Xiaoyu looked at Fan Ji, and everyone began to be shocked, because Fan Ji in front of them began to have some terrifying changes. A large expanse of energy ramped through her body, completely unleashing their energy.

Those alien origins that carry the power of the law, in Fan Ji's body, those alien origins that were originally divided into An'an, after losing Fan Ji's energy control, suddenly began to recover their original state, showing the energy characteristics of different alien races.

And with the riot of these energies, Fan Ji's body is also beginning to be slowly transformed, gradually moving closer to the direction of the alien race. Her body began to take on a strange shape, her clothes were torn, and various strange organs and external structures appeared on the surface of her body, and in an instant she became unrecognizable.

In the end, only her own head was left on Fan Ji's body, and her entire body became a creature made of various strange-shaped organs, but Fan Ji didn't care, still holding the urn of the Three Thousand Emperors, crying loudly.

Her cry also gradually changed, becoming a state of mixing more than a dozen voices, and even some of the voices spread out with divine soul energy, sprinkled into the souls of the people around her like a steel needle, and everyone hurriedly propped up the law force field to protect themselves.

The Administrator said, "Is she going to come back like this?" ”

yes, can she still come back?

An Xiaoyu didn't know what kind of things Fan Ji had experienced, that girl with no talent for cultivation, walked out of her country with ambitions, but in the end, she watched her companions die tragically, and she left the humanitarian religion to find a path that suited her, but fell into the hands of a foreign race.

How many hardships and hardships she has experienced, what kind of hardships she has endured, whether she has died in her life, or because of madness, or because of other unavoidable reasons, began to merge alien races into her body.

She has become stronger, but she has also become an inhuman monster.

She has power, but she can't return to the human camp because she is afraid of meeting people she knows, afraid of letting them see her as she is. She made the final plan and returned to the Humanist Sect to help the Three Thousand Emperors cut off the relationship, but she never saw him again.

can only be in the night of the new moon, in the border pass again and again when he kills the alien race, and is the vanguard of the human army, he also releases his negative emotions, and by the way, he enhances the alien energy in his body.

The primeval races, the races! How many disgusting alien races did she eat, and how many terrible things she tried, before she could pick out the energy cores of the eighteen alien races that could be fused into her body? Thinking of this, An Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel creepy.

However, although An Xiaoyu was furious in her heart, she still forced herself to calm down and said: "If I become like this......"

But before he finished speaking, the administrator's hand covered An Xiaoyu's mouth: "You won't become like this!" ”

An Xiaoyu drilled into the administrator's arms fiercely, and heard a cry of your Fan Ji gradually quieted down, and the energy vibration between heaven and earth began to become stable. However, the core of the law in Fan Ji's body was constantly escaping, gradually dissipating between heaven and earth.

"What is she going to do?" An Xiaoyu was taken aback, if it goes on like this, Fan Ji will die!

But no one spoke, they all watched quietly, watching as Fan Ji gradually became more and more languishing, and all kinds of strange organs on her body began to shrink. The battlefield of the entire imperial capital began to be quiet and stayed, and everyone looked to this side.

"Ah......h

As the scream came, the blazing flames "banged" and appeared for no reason, enveloping Fan Ji entirely.

Yes, if it goes on like this, Fan Ji will die.

Flames began to burn through Fanji's body, leaving charred marks on her body, burning, melting, and turning those strange limbs into ashes, destroying the ugly shell little by little.

And Fan Ji raised her head gently in the midst of such flames, as if waiting for the return that should have come a long time ago.

All the filth slowly disappeared, Fan Ji's arms returned to normal, her neck returned to normal, and gradually downward, a perfect body, wrapped in flames, appeared in the eyes of everyone.

A bright, warm flame left a burning light on the tips of her hair, on the tips of her brows, on her fingertips and on every inch of her skin. At this moment, Fan Ji, like a fairy who fell into the world, finally returned to her original appearance after 10,000 years of ups and downs.

She slowly opened her eyes, the last two tears fell, and the whole person, together with the wooden box and poetry book in her hand, turned into a brilliant flame, and gradually drifted away in the wind.

However, in this flame, all the people saw a scene that they will never forget in their lives.

A tall and majestic figure, as if coming from above the nine heavens, slowly stretched out its hand. A palace dress slowly walked out of the flames, and raised her light hand as well. The two hands overlapped across time, and the two figures snuggled and danced, like flying immortals in the world, flying together to the unrestrained sea of stars outside the heavenly way.

And those who were still in the mortal world only saw the two figures gradually drift away, and disappeared in front of their eyes along with the flickering flames.