Listening to Ling Zifeng's complaints, the Time Lord God also sighed, and said comfortingly: [This is indeed a very helpless thing, but don't be discouraged. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info]

If you are lucky enough to open the gene lock once and survive, then your genes will begin to improve themselves. While the pace of improvement is almost imperceptible, it is a good start. 】

[You are luckier than many people, you must know that they almost didn't survive the backlash when they opened the gene lock for the first time, and they died. And the second time you open the gene lock, it seems that some kind of ability is activated. 】

Ling Zifeng nodded in surprise and said, "That's right! I was about to ask you this. It's like watching a slow-motion movie... Wrong! What is the ability to fast-forward to a movie? ”

The Lord God of Time said: "I don't know what kind of ability this is now, maybe it's a kind of foreknowledge, but it's not quite. Maybe it's some other special ability, but in short, you should vigorously develop this ability, and this may be your killer feature. 】

The words that the Lord God of Time did not say, faintly shone in his heart, "Perhaps, this is the only way to see the essence of the world!" ”

Of course, Ling Zifeng wouldn't know this sentence, but he knew what to do after he backtracked.

So after a short period of body repair, the main god lit up with white light, and Ling Zifeng returned.

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Time goes back to the beginning of the reincarnation of the surface, the green hills.

After a brief period of absolute stillness, time returned to its normal flow, and Ling Zifeng also woke up.

He stood up and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar hills in front of him, and his heart was filled with emotion. The cold voice of the main god issuing the mission echoed in his head: [Within six days, kill Xerxes]

Listening to the familiar task and feeling the magic of time rewind for the second time, his mentality was completely different.

Now he is full of self-confidence, and the restoration of the main god's whole body has restored him to his most perfect state.

He felt like he was playing a game he had beaten once, without any psychological pressure.

Indeed, the first backtracking was inexplicably erased at the beginning of the reincarnation world.

And this time the backtracking is definitely different, because he has experienced almost all the plots.

Of course, it's just what he thinks of as a plot...

Familiar hills, familiar clouds, familiar small villages, of course, familiar Persian envoys, and the most indispensable thing is the group of hateful villagers who plotted against Ling Zifeng!

"Hehe, I'm back again~" Ling Zifeng thought proudly in his heart, that mood was like a down-and-out actor who suddenly returned to his own stage.

He stood on the hill and looked at the peasant below, who had been frightened into quail by the Persian messengers, and a nameless fire rushed above his head, as if to burn the dark cloud to slag.

According to his original intention, he was going to teach these fellows a good lesson, but then he thought that if he turned against these farmers, where should he go to find Mo Sandi, whom he was thinking of?

So he sighed in his heart, for his future teammates, and for his heart. That's what.

Now, I'll endure!

In order not to affect the development of the plot, Ling Zifeng stood helplessly on the top of the mountain, watched the arrogant Persian envoy talk a few words with the old man who pointed the way, and headed west.

He pursed his lips and thought to himself, "These fellows must have gone to Sparta to find death, and do they really want to accompany the abominable farmer here and put on a dull stick show again?" ”

He shook his head and drove the **** idea out of his head.

He didn't want to be knocked unconscious again, so he walked down the hill and said to the old men who showed him the way, "Hey, I'm a magician!" I want to meet your master, Miss Mo Sandi! ”

The old man had just sent away the fierce Persian envoy, and the fright had not yet fully recovered, when he suddenly heard Ling Zifeng's incredible question, the old man shrank back and sat on the ground in shock.

Ling Zifeng rolled his eyes and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, don't pretend to me." Miss Mo Sandi is not looking for a magician from the East, it is me. ”

As he spoke, he drew his wand and unleashed a spell to prove his identity.

This time, instead of politely displaying the hovering magic, he ferociously threw a lightning arrow at a small tree.

With a "boom", the small tree snapped.

Looking at the small tree that was broken in two, the surrounding villagers were frightened, their limbs were weak and their faces were pale.

Ling Zifeng couldn't help but feel secretly proud in his heart, thinking to himself: "Even if you can't turn your face with these hateful guys, it's good to scare them." ”

In fact, he forgot that the villagers at this time period did not plot against him, but these are no longer important.

The old man looked at Ling Zifeng, who had revealed his identity, and stood up tremblingly, and he said respectfully: "Master Magician is really good, it seems that you have long known that we are waiting for your Lord here." ”

Ling Zifeng snorted and thought, "Waiting for your sister!" It's almost the same as secretly poisoning. ”

Seeing that his face was displeased, the old man didn't dare to say more, and hurriedly said, "My lord, forgive me, let's take my lord to see my master." ”

After saying that, the old man clapped his hands and beckoned the two young men to lead Ling Zifeng in the way.

After a meal, Ling Zifeng came to the familiar castle, thinking that he would soon see what he was thinking about, and he couldn't help but feel a little excited.

However, the moment he approached the city gate, a cold killing intent faintly revealed from behind the city wall, and Ling Zifeng sneered and took out the Sage's Stone from his arms, not caring what tricks the other party was going to play.

Sure enough, as soon as he stepped into the city gate, hundreds of gray-clothed men suddenly appeared, holding crossbows and aiming at him coldly.

Looking at this familiar scene, Ling Zifeng laughed and said loudly: "Mo Sandi, don't hide, come out quickly!" ”

As soon as the voice fell, a slender black figure jumped out of nowhere and stood in front of the man in gray.

It was Mo Sandi, who was dressed in black and hated and veiled.

Inside the castle gate, Ling Zifeng looked at the familiar figure in front of him, and he found that Mo Sandi, who wore the Assassin's power suit, was indeed a little different in beauty, as if she was born to be suitable for this outfit.

He looked at it appreciatively for a moment, and then said, "Don't pretend!" Do you think I won't recognize you in a cloak? ”

Mo Sandi, who was behind the black veil, showed a look of surprise in her eyes, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?" Why do you seem to know me well? I've never seen you before! ”

That being said, in fact, Mo Sandi had a sense of déjà vu at the first sight of Ling Zifeng.

She was very curious about this feeling, so she let her guard down a little.

Ling Zifeng laughed and thought, "You haven't seen me, but I've seen you a long time ago." ”

Although it was difficult to explain such a thing as going back in time, he didn't think to explain it at all.

Go with the flow and be improvised.

What he learned from Leonidas was this positive and optimistic style.

So he began to fool: "I am a magician. Have you ever heard of prophetic magic? I had seen everything with magic before I came. ”

He thought for a moment and continued: "This is the castle of the Assassin League, your name is Mo Sandi, and you are an assassin and the head of this place. That's right! You are going to save your brother, who is enslaved by the king of Persia, Xerxes. ”

"Your great prophet also said that I would go to Xerxes, and you were afraid that I would go to help him, so you should come to me."

"Am I right?"

Mo Sandi's face just changed, and before she had time to express any surprise, she only heard Ling Zifeng continue: "I'm here to help you, my mission is to kill Xerxes, so you don't have to worry that I will be your enemy." ”

A series of facts shocked Mo Sandi and thought: "The magicians of the East are so magical, is it true that there is such a legendary thing as an unpredictable prophet?" ”

However, despite the shock, Mosandi's cautious personality reminds her to make a final confirmation.

She took off her cloak, revealing a beautiful face, and said to Ling Zifeng with a smile: "That's right, you can know so many things, there must be no fake." But the stakes are high, so please prove your identity as a magician! ”

Ling Zifeng smiled, the method of proving it didn't need to be asked, it was nothing more than releasing a magic spell to show magic or something.

But he intended to give the Assassin a good shock and give her some confidence in herself.

So, he turned his eyes to look behind Mo Sandi, where there was a group of gray-clad crossbowmen who were still nervous and heavily guarded.

He smiled slightly, already having an idea.

Ling Zifeng patted his chest and made a heroic appearance, and said with a grin: "It's very simple, you can naturally prove it by letting the crossbowmen shoot at me with a round." ”

"Are you sure? The bow and crossbow have no eyes, and if it hurts you, it's not good. Mo Sandi couldn't believe that he would come up with such a solution, and asked in surprise.

Ling Zifeng tightened the Sage Stone in his hand, and replied indifferently, "Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry!" ”

Mo Sandi frowned, did not speak, and waved for the crossbowmen behind him to fire.

"Quack, quack, rattle" bows and crossbows made loud noises.

The crossbow bolts "swished" and went away.

"Dangdang Dang"

A pale blue shield appeared in front of Ling Zifeng, blocking all the crossbow arrows a foot in front of him.

Ling Zifeng waved his wand smoothly, and the crossbow arrows landed one after another.

Mo Sandi and the gray-clothed crossbowmen behind him were stunned one by one, and they couldn't make any sound when they grew up.

After a while, it was Ling Zifeng who took the lead in speaking: "In this way, it can be proven." ”

Mo Sandi on the other side rubbed her eyes, and replied with some excitement: "It's okay, of course it's okay, Master Magician, please come in." ”

After saying that, she got out of the way, and immediately turned to the men in gray and said, "What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and prepare a feast for the magician. ”

Ling Zifeng thought happily in his heart, "It seems that this kind of thing is really useful, and even the title was changed immediately." ”

He shook his head, motioned to Mo Sandi not to be polite, and said, "Don't bother, let's go after the Persian envoys who have just left, and they know the whereabouts of Xerxes." ”

On the way from the hill village, Ling Zifeng had already thought about the whole plan for the future, and not wanting to waste time at this time was also one of his plans.

Mo Sandi nodded gratefully, somewhat admiring Ling Zifeng's decisiveness and courage.

She stopped her subordinates and gave them another command and explained the follow-up reinforcements.

After giving the order, she walked up to Ling Zifeng and saluted, and said in an awe-inspiring tone: "I have arranged for my subordinates to prepare the carriage of dry food, Master Mage, please come with me." ”