"Fly, Illya, goodbye."

Under the villa, Qi Qi, who was wearing the uniform of Experimental No. 3 Middle School, waved to Xiang Nan on the steps and Illya, who was being held by him.

"Why, you want to go to school too." After watching Qi Qi happily get into the car and fly away in the hovercar, he bowed his head to Illya, who was a little distracted.

"I don't want to." Illya shook her head, then looked at the vivid humanoid pattern on the back of her left hand with some concern.

"Big brother, when do you think Berserker will wake up?"

"Don't worry, he's just sleeping now, repairing the damaged soul that forcibly broke free from the shackles of the world, and it won't be long before he repairs." Xiang Nanfei rubbed the long silver hair on her head.

"Well, that's good, Illya misses him a little." It was only after receiving assurances that the worry on Illya's face eased.

"It's okay, no one can hurt you here in the future." He led Illya down the steps and said lightly as he flew south.

He knew that this was Illya's nervous anxiety that had been terrified, lonely, and restless for many years.

A few days later, the sun rose and the moon set.

After sending Kaji to school in the morning, Xiang Nanfei spent most of the day sitting under the orchid tree outside the villa door, deducing the progress of the integration of the laws of the strange world and the gods harvested at night.

Sometimes at night, they will harvest the complete laws of an ordinary big world, and sometimes they will descend on the alien universe and devour the endless life and the universe itself in one gulp.

These advent universes, because of flying south, deliberately chose below the gold level.

Therefore, in the face of the super-specification of flying south, the existence that can ignore the lack of will suppression of the universe and completely exert its own power despite unfamiliar rules, has never encountered any decent resistance.

And most of the time, Illya, who has experienced the transformation of life and death, will also sit on the small chair specially sent by Wang Yi, and fly south with a quiet face.

Just like a little old man, he quietly looked at the sea of flowers in the distance, without feeling the slightest irritation.

Sometimes, with the help of that immortal flower, Zhang Ting, who had broken through to the fourth order, would come over to ask some questions, and then return to the immortal flower, using its spatial power to strive to improve his cultivation and evolve his bloodline.

And such a steadily improving day, flying south seems to be good.

…………

Between the green mountains and green waters, a handsome young man wearing a blue and white robe sat cross-legged on a boulder with a melancholy expression.

The breeze is light, the aura is full, and it looks like a young fairy.

However, at this time, sitting cross-legged, the mind of the young man who seemed to be cultivating was full of pessimistic thoughts.

"My name in this world is actually Dongfang Xianyun, as an ordinary traverser, this name is the name of the main villain when Mao sounds to me."

"The identity is still the great disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect! Twin Spiritual Roots! There is no such thing as a tragic past......"

"Parents are well! Appreciated by the rich! Successfully enter the current Immortal Cultivator Gate! ”

The more he calculated, the more desperate Dongfang Xianyun became, and his heart couldn't help but be full of cows.

Because according to the normal route of traversal development, this is either the rhythm of being made cannon fodder by the protagonist, or betraying the master and being made cannon fodder by the protagonist.

Looking at the sunset in the distance, Dongfang Xianyun felt that he was very similar to this remnant sun, and he didn't know when, he would be killed by the protagonist......

In the orchard full of greenery and steaming aura, Dongfang Xianyun, who was wearing a blue and white robe and looking handsome, held a few fist-sized red spirit fruits in his arms, sat on the lying stone with his ass freehand, and lay down.

Picking up a red spirit fruit with a faint luster, Dongfang Xianyun salivated a little: "Tsk, these spirit fruits are well taken care of by Bajie, I'll taste them first." ”

Click!!

The entrance is fragrant, and the whole body is rich in aroma and crisp sweetness.

"Hmmm! Delicious. Closing his eyes slightly, Dongfang Xianyun nodded with satisfaction.

"Senior brother, you're stealing immortal fruits again." A dissatisfied shout sounded, and Dongfang Xianyun was instantly frightened and sat up suddenly.

Seeing the person coming, Dongfang Xianyun's face froze: "Uh...... It's Bajie, I'm doing this for my master, my uncle, and them... Try...... Sweet or not sweet......"

Holding the bitten spirit fruit in one hand, Dongfang Xianyun pretended to be calm and explained.

"Hehe......"

Looking at the second junior brother in front of him, who was also wearing a blue and white robe, with waist-length silver hair, handsome and handsome, and holding a spiritual water in his hand and taking care of the orchard, Dongfang Xianyun was very jealous.

Because, his second junior brother, his parents died when he was a child, he was very miserable, and his talent was one of the best heavenly spirit roots in cultivation, and his name was Yin Feixing, which was very protagonist-like.

Therefore, Dongfang Xianyun has confirmed that his second junior brother is the protagonist of the legend.

"Hmph...... Sweet or not, you still need to taste it. Without giving Dongfang Xianyun face, Yin Feixing snorted coldly and turned around to water another spirit tree.

"Be careful, master and uncle know, clean you up."

Call!! Seeing that Yin Feixing didn't care about it anymore, Dongfang Xianyun let out a sigh of relief, and then took a bite of the spirit fruit in his hand, suppressing the shock.

"Hey, Bajie, you are so careful to raise a fairy fruit, no wonder you will get angry when I steal it."

While eating the spirit fruit, Dongfang Xianyun joked to Yin Feixing, who was watering: "That's it, in the future, you don't have to go to the fate again, just pick the fairy fruit for me to eat." ”

Boom!

"Call me Bajie again, and I'll throw the kettle in your face." Yin Feixing looked at Dongfang Xianyun, who had been smashed by the kettle, with an angry expression, threatening.

Because he knew that this so-called Bajie title was the name of the pig-headed monster with big ears in the story that Dongfang Xianyun told their younger fourth junior brother.

"Puff ......" was smashed in the face by the kettle, Dongfang Xianyun spit out all the pomace in his mouth, and then got up from behind the stone and said sadly: "You have already thrown ......"

Call!! After clapping his hands and throwing out the kettle, Yin Feixing, who was out of breath, was a little dissatisfied and said: "These things were obviously taken care of by you before, why are you so lazy now." ”

"Ae? I? I haven't taken care of it before, huh? Lying on the stone, Dongfang Xianyun was a little puzzled, frowning and thinking, could it be that he took care of it before the crossing?

Syllable!!

Just as Dongfang Xianyun was thinking, a palm-sized mysterious token that intersected black and white, and was covered with mystical aura runes fell in front of him.

On the token, Dongfang Xianyun can clearly see that the black side is a black hideous dragon, and the white side is a white dragon that exudes the breath of creation and life.

Airplanes!!

Just as Dongfang Xianyun and Yin Feixing looked at this token that suddenly appeared in amazement, the token suddenly emitted a faint divine light and levitated.

"Congratulations to you, young man, for getting a chance to trade with me in the world."

In the token, a voice full of majesty sounded.

"Me?" Dongfang Xianyun pointed at himself strangely.

"Yes." The majestic voice affirmed.

"I mean, why me?" Dongfang Xianyun, who thought it was the senior who was messing with him, was a little strange.

"Because you are the protagonist of this world."

"Protagonist ......"

"Protagonist!"

Dongfang Xianyun looked at Yin Feixing with a frightened expression, looking scared.

And Yin Feixing's eyes widened.

The eighth watch, do you want to be ten more today, brothers.

Thanks to the book friends for their support from "Forgotten Time" Wanxiang "Dubai" and "Mune".

(End of chapter)