"I guess, you must be scolding me in your heart right now, right?"

Wang Xiaolai was speechless: "NMBD"

"You guy, can't you be a little sorry for your seniors, just scolding when you open and close your mouth."

Wang Xiaolai immediately closed the book, turned around and stood up, and shouted into the empty imperial study: "Zhao Guang, you come out for me." ”

The words fell, and no one responded.

It took more than ten minutes for Wang Xiaolai to open the book again.

"Okay, I won't tease you, you can read my next words."

I read this sentence softly, and then looked down, but I didn't expect it, but it was a sentence of please turn to page 334.

Wang Xiaolai turned to page 334 as instructed, and there was a sentence on it.

"If you have already been to Crouching Tiger Mountain, please put this book down and go to the imperial study to find Journey to the West."

Wang Xiaolai: "··· Fuck you. ”

scolding and closing the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Wang Xiaolai rummaged through the cabinets in the imperial study again.

After half an hour, I finally found Journey to the West.

Flip it over, and head on the first sentence.

"It seems that you have already watched the Romance of the Three Kingdoms."

Wang Xiaolai complained in his heart, saying that you have been dead for more than 300 years, why are you still talking so much?

Omitting the nonsense in the middle, Wang Xiaolai looked down directly.

"The disaster in Suiyang in the future will be unbearable, if you want to stay in this world, go to Feilong Mountain and find a solution, but you don't want to and can't, because you can't leave this world at all, you can only face it."

"Wyvern Mountain? Is it the Flying Dragon Mountain in Longshou County? ”

Wang Xiaolai hissed.

"That's right, it's the Wyvern Mountain."

is already accustomed to the scary content of the book, so Wang Xiaolai is not surprised.

He closed the book, put it at his feet, and said in his heart that I don't care what calamity I have for him, it will not befall me anyway.

The world is so big, when the time comes, I just find a place to hide, and I don't believe it will affect me.

With this worry, I might as well earn more money and prepare for the future.

If you can't go back, you can't go back, and being a rich man here is a different taste.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaolai snorted, picked up the book on the ground and stuffed it back on the bookcase.

It's just that when he was doing this action, the ladder under Wang Xiaolai's feet was unstable, and he lay directly on the top of the bookcase, and for a while, the bookcase three or four meters high was pushed down by him, and there was a loud noise, and the guards outside were startled.

But they all received the news, and no matter what happened, they treated it as if they hadn't heard it, and for a while, the guards stood firm, and they didn't look back.

Standing on the ladder, Wang Xiaolai was stupid.

The bookcase made of sandalwood had been scattered by himself, and the wooden shelves were lying on the ground, and the books on them were scattered one by one.

"What's going on?"

Jumping down, Wang Xiao frowned when he looked at the pile of books, and said in his heart that this is the end, and when the empress comes over tomorrow morning, he will have to peel off his own skin.

No, you have to find a way to slip away.

Wang Xiaolai thought in his heart.

Before the idea in his mind landed, a book rolled down at his feet, and he opened it himself.

It's the Journey to the West book that I put in the bookcase just now.

The book opens, two blank pages of paper, and a picture on it.

The content of the painting is Wang Xiaolai standing next to the ladder, and there is a pile of books on the ground.

"Damn, what the hell does this have its own surveillance?"

Wang Xiaolai couldn't help but say a foul word.

However, after he said this, the book turned the pages of its own accord and turned into a hellish scene.

I saw that the countless houses above were on fire, and the smoke was filled.

Countless old and weak women and children lay on the ground, desperately reaching out for help.

There is no wind automatically, and the book is turning by itself, and it is a mess again.

Countless soldiers dressed in Sui Yang armor fell after the battle, the Sui Yang Dragon Flag was broken, and on the battlefield, there was a thousand miles of white bones.

Another page has passed, and it looks like it is the imperial palace of Daxing City.

On the head of the palace, the burning Sui Yang Dragon Banner held a woman's head.

Look closely, it's clearly the empress.

Wang Xiaolai was taken aback at the time, ran up in a few steps, picked up the book and read it, no matter how you looked, it looked like an empress.

"What's going on?"

Wang Xiaolai was shocked.

The book turned another page, this time, without pictures, but only words.

"I said, Sui Yang will be wiped out in the future, even my descendant, Empress Zhao Ningbing, will not be spared, you want to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, is it possible?"

"You have been dead for three hundred years, how do you know that this generation of emperors is Zhao Ningbing?" Wang Xiaolai opened his eyes and asked.

The book turned the page: "I have been dead for three hundred years, of course I don't know, this is just thinking about Zhao Ningbing in your own heart, so what you see is naturally Zhao Ningbing being killed." ”

Wang Xiaolai is now doubting whether Zhao Guang is dead or not, but scientifically speaking, it is impossible for anyone to live for 300 years.

But then again, I can't explain it with science when I cross over by myself.

"You're scared right now."

Wang Xiaolai flatly denied: "No." ”

"Don't be stubborn, you're just scared, otherwise, why do you see all the content, is it Zhao Ningbing?"

"That's you old bastard doing it."

"Oh, is it? So you go on to see what? ”

Wang Xiaolai was stunned when he saw this sentence, and continued to look down, there was a blank space on it, and no words appeared.

"What does that mean?"

Wang Xiaolai muttered.

As soon as his words fell, a picture appeared on the book in his hand.

If you look closely, it is the scene where you first met the empress when you first crossed over.

Flipping back, there are all daily bits and pieces about himself and the empress.

Turning back to the last page in one breath, Wang Xiaolai had a layer of white sweat on his back.

See the content at the end of the book, the picture shows a person squatting on the ground, holding a book in his hand, flipping through and looking at it, while his shoulders are still trembling slightly, obviously terrifying to the extreme, looking at the clothes, it is clearly himself.

Wang Xiaolai grunted, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked back at the place behind him where the candlelight could not shine, and there was a black rumbling.

He had the illusion that in the darkness, there was a person quietly watching him.

Tremblingly, he turned his head and continued to look at the book in his hand, this look did not scare Wang Xiaolai's three souls and seven spirits.

On the book, the picture has changed, and it is the same action he just turned around.

It's just that the expression on his face is completely different from the one he was worried about when he looked back just now.

On the yellowed sheepskin, a weird smile emerged, and with the rather frightening tone, Wang Xiaolai felt for the first time that his handsome and handsome face was so infiltrating.

Of course, this sentence is very penetrating, and he has nothing to do with the words handsome and handsome.

With a plop, Wang Xiaolai sat directly on the ground.

At this time, in the imperial study, the situation changed suddenly.

The bookcases that lined the walls moved one by one, and the books on them became sharp, as if they were the teeth of a giant beast, and the bookcases opened and became a bloody mouth.

There were more than a dozen bookcases coming towards Wang Xiaolai, and the surroundings began to become distorted, and those bookcases opened their mouths wide, and they came to swallow Wang Xiaolai directly.

Looking up, he watched as the bookcase turned into a monster swallowed himself in one gulp.

In the end, Wang Xiaolai only had time to shout NO.

···

Syllable.

With a sound, the empress directly kicked Wang Xiaolai awake.

Wang Xiaolai, who was covered in sweat, was excited, opened his eyes, and saw that the empress frowned and looked at herself, and said, "What's the matter with you?" ”

Wang Xiaolai looked left and right at the situation, and he was lying on the edge of the empress's dragon chair, holding a book in his arms.

Seeing the book, Wang Xiaolai threw it away without saying a word, and then hurriedly stood up and looked at the empress; "Your Majesty, Your Majesty."

The empress looked at the beads of sweat on Wang Xiaolai's head, frowned and came to her, took out a fragrant handkerchief from her arms, and wiped the sweat for Wang Xiaolai: "Have you had a nightmare?" ”

Recalling the experience, Wang Xiaolai swallowed his saliva.

"What nightmare?" The empress asked curiously.

Wang Xiaolai, who was wet with sweat, looked at the empress faintly: "I dreamed of Your Majesty's ancestors." ”

The empress's movement of wiping her sweat suddenly stopped, and she looked at Wang Xiaolai: "···"

Narcissus was waiting outside the imperial study, coldly, Wang Xiaolai flew out of the imperial study, and a dog gnawed on the mud with a plop, accompanied by the empress roaring: "Throw this bastard into the hands of Lu Gong, and tell Lu Gong, no matter what happens, if Wang Xiaolai walks out of the barracks half a step, I will never spare him!" ”