readx;? I don't know what role I can play in this - it happened suddenly, and I was still weighing the stakes in my heart, Zhao Tianzi suddenly slid diagonally, rushed to the door like lightning, pulled the door open, scooped down with the other hand, dragged my right arm, and instantly fell back to Ming Qianying's side. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It was the first time we've faced each other, and I didn't have any chance to resist under his lightning attack.

"Mr. Xia, it's great that you're still here!" Ming Qianying shouted happily.

"Hmph, I've been peeping under the door, what's it?" Zhao Tianzi sneered.

I struggled lightly, and he let go, and the two of us immediately separated.

"Long story short, what can I do?" I didn't bother to pay attention to Zhao Tianzi, and only spoke to Ming Qianying.

At this moment, we are standing between the mural and the jade rakshasa, and she is still facing the window without any particularity, as if we have not seen the three of us.

"You stay here, holding the painting in your arms, and your expression is like a prodigal son who has never met you. No matter what she says, you just smile and don't have to speak. All the illusions are designed for her, and you are only responsible for cooperating. Ming Qianying said hurriedly.

Zhao Tianzi sneered: "You say this, how dare he believe it, dare to put his life in your hands?"

Ming Qianying's face changed, and she stared at me: "You have to trust me, trust unconditionally, just like a patient trusts a psychiatrist." Otherwise, the illusion will not be able to continue. ”

I nodded, "Okay, I believe you." ”

Zhao Tianzi sneered again, he should be laughing at my stupidity.

"Do you really believe me?" Ming Qianying smiled bitterly.

I nodded again: "Yes." ”

Most Chinese don't fully trust the Japanese, and it's a normal state of mind like Zhao Tianzi.

The reason why I choose to believe is because I have gradually found a ray of light from the chaotic situation, and this light is to untie the knot in the heart of the Jade Rakshasa, save her from a state of indifference and soullessness, and make her become our great help.

Jade Rakshasa and Ming Qianying have become a contradiction that is both opposing and unified, and solving this contradiction is also the top priority at present.

In fact, even if Zhao Tianzi hadn't rushed over to open the door, I would have stepped forward.

Ming Qianying suddenly opened her arms, lunged forward, rushed into my arms, stood on tiptoe, and left a heavy kiss on my right cheek. It seems that she can no longer express her emotions at the moment, and can only show it with practical actions.

Zhao Tianzi coughed heavily, and Ming Qianying's cheeks suddenly flushed, and she covered her mouth and stepped back.

I picked up the mural and looked at the back of the jade rakshasa, and I was very emotional.

No one can resist the cruelty of the river of time, and no matter how famous a hero is, he will become a yellow flower of yesterday because of the passing of Shaohua. World War II bigwigs such as spy chiefs are famous and popular, but with a slight spin of the wheel of time, he is trapped in the ruins of time forever.

In a few decades, perhaps we will all follow in his footsteps and become the remnants of some history, and there will not even be any fragments left, and we will disappear without a trace.

"In that case, if you don't work hard today, when will you stay?" I suddenly felt a sense of pride in my chest, feeling that everything in the world can be done, and there is no fear in life.

I live in an era of peace, and in reality, the chance of becoming a big hero is very small, after all, we are in a prosperous era, not a turbulent era of princes and heroes.

The closest troubled era to modern times was the Eight-Year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

According to historians, in that era of blood and blood, swords and swords, as long as there are courage, people, and guns, they can seize the mountain, dominate one side, and become the famous prince and grass king in history.

In Jinan, Shandong, Chairman Han, whom I mentioned earlier, is counted as one, and the great warlord Zhang Zongchang before him is also counted as one.

"If I had been born in that era, what would my fate be?" for a moment, I longed for that distant era.

The spy chiefs, including the Führer, were rentiers in troubled times, so their success could be replicated, at least at the time.

My mind drifted farther and farther, and I didn't even notice that the Jade Rakshasa had quietly turned back.

The ruined mural is no longer visible, and I believe that anyone who is related to the spy leader will not feel good when they see this broken painting.

Ming Qianying and Zhao Tianzi had already retreated out of the corner of my eye, so I couldn't see what they were doing at the moment.

"The train is about to arrive, isn't it?" asked Jade Rakshasa softly.

I nodded, and didn't say a word more.

In fact, the appearance of the Jade Rakshasa is Chu Chu's appearance, and at this moment I still clearly remember how thrilling it was when the tip of the long knife of the ghost face trick came out of Chu Chu's chest. The transformation process from Chu Chu to Jade Rakshasa must be the most unique thaumaturgy in the Miao Jiang Gu Alchemist family, so outsiders know it but don't know why.

"She's Chu Chu...... "I sighed in my heart.

Chu Chu's death made me know for the first time in my life what it feels like to have heartache. She was like the finest jade in the world, ruthlessly broken by the brutal hands of the enemy, and the peerless beauty was reduced to nothing, turning into a pile of meaningless pieces.

"Chu Chu, is that you?" I couldn't help but call out to the sad gaze of the Jade Rakshasa.

"Can the train stop for me? Maybe we should give each other some time to figure out what to do. Don't you think that our decision was too hasty? In the chaotic situation of war between the two countries, you are not the head of state, can you really make decisions for the head of state? Listen to me, don't make any decision until you see the head of state. Jade Rakshasa said.

Although the two of us stood facing each other, each of us was thinking of another person and one thing, talking to ourselves, and it had nothing to do with it.

There were no wounds or blood stains on the Jade Rakshasa's clothes, but I clearly knew that Chu Chu was dead, and this was the only way to save the Jade Rakshasa.

As soon as I thought that Chu Chu had left this world forever, my heart was filled with helpless sorrow.

"Can you not make any decisions for my sake? I promised you that you could kill the 'Wu Zhixue Wind', can you also promise me to calm down and not rush in?"

I'm not the head of the secret service, so it's not that I don't want to answer her questions, but I can't answer them at all.

The Jade Rakshasa walked forward again until his toes were only a foot away from me.

She looked at my face with a mixture of emotions in her eyes.

Chu Chu is very beautiful and well-behaved, but standing in front of me at this moment, she is simply a beautiful and peerless goddess, and any slight movement between her gestures is very different from other women in the world.

I can't put it into words to describe this feeling, I can only refer to her with the rarely used word "goddess".

The titles of goddess, woman, and girl each have their own irreplaceable practical meanings, and the person in front of me has exceeded my imagination, and she is a kind of person I have never seen, so I can only call her that.

"Who the hell are you?" the question swirled in my mind, but I was so surprised that I asked myself seventeen or eighteen times, but I never said it.

I shook my head, and she reached out and turned my body ninety degrees, facing to the left.

Suddenly, I saw a huge glass mirror erected just two steps away. In the mirror, my true face at the moment is clearly reflected.

I swear, there was nothing there before, it was all empty.

I've been in this room over and over again, and I'm sure I can remember even the smallest things. Moreover, the mirror was two meters high and one meter wide, and if it had been there before, I could have seen it 100 percent.

In the mirror, I looked very strange, very pale, and mentally exhausted, as if I had just gone through a long journey and a thousand dangers.

"Do you remember what you looked like?" she asked.

It's also an extremely strange question, and of course I remember what I looked like, and anyone would remember it, without exception.

The mirror is the strangest thing that man has ever created, it reflects everything, it is incomparably faithful, it is visible, but it never changes anything, it just stands there silently.

In modern society, when you see a mirror, your next inevitable reaction is to look at your own face.

It is the innate nature of human beings to care about themselves the most.

Just as the Jade Rakshasa was about to speak again, I suddenly realized where the strangeness of the mirror was—it was not me, but another person who was a complete stranger.

At this moment, there was no man beside me, only a jade rakshasa standing close to my face.

We were all in the mirror because I was able to see the jade rakshasas. In the mirror, she is exactly like the real her, just as perfect as the goddess of the forest. It's just that the "I" standing across from her is a different look.

"Who is he?" I muttered to myself.

"He's you. Jade Rakshasa replied.

I didn't go any further, because I was shocked by this peculiar memory, because the "me" in the mirror was something I had seen in the history books. It is safe to say that "I" is the spy chief who was famous in the main theater of operations in the East during World War II.

The Jade Rakshasa pays the most attention to him, that is, "me".

I opened my mouth and wanted to say something because there were so many emotions I wanted to express at the moment. However, many words are stuck in my throat and I don't know how to express them in the end.

Eventually, I let out a long sigh.

"These were the best of times. Jade Rakshasa said.

I used to want to ask what era it was, who I was and who we were, but these questions didn't need to be asked at all, because the answers were so obvious that when every question was asked, I could immediately give myself the answer - this was the darkest hour in Chinese mainland during World War II, and the local forces on all sides had been beaten and fled by the Japanese chieftains. I am the spy leader who wants to save the overall situation by himself, and he does not hesitate to gamble everything in order to resist the enemy and protect the country.

In the values of the spy chief, even life is dispensable.

He is alive, and his only value is the War of Resistance, from birth to death, he was born for the War of Resistance for decades. Such a person is a traitorous hero, a hero, but a hero with a tragic nature, because he followed the wrong person and went in the wrong direction.

"The train is about to arrive. She'd been repeating it countless times.

At this time, I may be the one who can turn the tide and change history. The end point of this train is the starting point of the departure of the Jade Rakshasa.

To change history is to change the destiny of Japan.

I suddenly felt a weight of thousands of pounds on my shoulders, and in the next second, maybe my body was about to be crushed.

"What are we going to do?" she looked up at me, as beautiful as an epiphany that had just opened.

It's short-lived, it's the easiest to wither, and the only one who can take care of her can only be me.

So, I asked myself three times in a row, "Who am I?" Who am I? Who are we?"

I am Xia Shi, from Qushuiting Street in the old town of Jinan in the 21st century.

"I" is the spy leader who existed in the past history, which not only turned the tide, but also led the national war into irreversible misery.

We are the spy leader and the Jade Rakshasa and the Summer Stone and the Jade Rakshasa in the summer. In different eras, we are all inextricably linked. I can save her, both in the present and in the past, and I can single-handedly change her past and present. However, to change her, we must first change history and change the fate of both countries.

No historian has ever thought of such a serious proposition as "changing history", because historians are not literary scholars after all, and they do not think about all kinds of utopian questions.

"It's a crime. "I immediately realized how dangerous it was.

According to the theory of physics, changing the past will inevitably change the present, and any small change in history will have a huge impact on the future, which is more drastic than the so-called "butterfly effect".

"Stop this train, please. She added.

In fact, no man can refuse the request of a beautiful girl, especially one who is as beautiful as a goddess.

"Stopping the train" means changing the course of history, meaning that the cursed World War I that happened on the "Kure no Yukikaze" will never happen, and it means that Japan's national fortune will not break, but will continue to move forward, sweeping across Asia, and dominating the world with Germany and Italy.

That would be a retrogression in world history, a defeat in the global anti-fascist war, and a sorrow for the people of the world who pursue justice and peace.

So, what exactly do I do?

How do I choose between the fate of one person, the fate of two countries, and the fate of the world?