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"How is that possible? Destiny has changed..."

The middle-aged scribe couldn't help but be stunned, looking at the broken black dragon banner in a daze, only to feel an unbearable stinging pain in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, and two lines of slightly black tears of blood flowed down his sockets.

It is not without a price to look at the king's popularity, and to spy on the destiny of heaven is to pay a great price, especially when the number of days has changed, the middle-aged scribe immediately suffered a backlash.

It's just that the backlash of this eye, the lifespan is reduced by about ten years.

"Brother Fang!?"

Although the Mongolian general next to him didn't know what was going on, he only felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, and the black-robed Taoist priest next to him screamed in surprise.

Obviously, although he could not spy on the Mandate of Heaven like a scribe, he also sensed that something was wrong.

In the past few days, the sky has been clear and good, and there are no clouds, and I am afraid that there will be some abnormal movements on the flat ground.

“... Great Khan, we miscalculated something, and now the strategy is going to change. ”

The middle-aged scribe wiped the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes, opened his eyes again, and looked at Meng Ge Khan, who was a little lost in his soul.

Really...

If the alien king wants to transform into a real dragon, he really has to go through a calamity other than the human tribulation.

Thundered

The thunder outside the window rolled in from a very long distance, and then rolled away, even if Zhu Yeqing was a demon fairy, listening to the thunder, he also felt a little frightened inexplicably.

Ordinary lightning is only lethal with high temperature and electricity, which can instantly scorch the mortal body, but it can't help the body of the big demon.

But this is no ordinary thunder.

Rather, it contains some kind of world rule, the embodiment of the principle of heaven...

"Why is there the sound of thunder for no reason? Sister, this..."

Zhu Yeqing frowned slightly, waved his hand slightly, and closed the window next to him.

And she turned her head and was about to ask something, but saw her sister and Xian'er silently looking at each other, but both of them were in tears.

For this scene, Zhu Yeqing was a little surprised, her voice stopped abruptly, her eyes were worried, and after her lips pursed, she didn't speak again, but her figure flashed and left the room silently.

Sister and Xian'er haven't seen each other for a long time.,I guess I want to tell some feelings of missing.,If I'm standing next to me with a pestle.,It's a little incomprehensible.。

Zhu Yeqing leaned against the wooden pillar in the corridor outside, looked up at the crescent moon in the curved sky, and sighed faintly.

She likes Xian'er and her sister, although these are two different kinds of liking.

But Xian'er and her sister can be happy, and that's better than anything else, that's what she thought. But now when I accompany the two of them, I feel inexplicably out of place.

It's the best case now.

"It's just, what do I feel a little sad about?"

The winter night was a little cold, and the breeze blew in lightly, blowing her three thousand green silks messily and wantonly.

The moonlight sprinkled from the sky, making her shadow seem particularly lonely.

......

Inside the house.

"You... What are you talking about?"

After Xu Xianxian heard Bai Suzhen's soft murmur, she originally had some inexplicable emotions, which solidified into ice in an instant, and she didn't even notice Zhu Yeqing's sudden departure.

Some absurd emotions surged inexplicably in her heart.

Isn't this a projection of history? is it just a half-truth, half-truth image of the past constructed in the tomb of the demons?

It's like an established past story, made into a movie or TV series, all the plots and dialogues are arranged, and I am just playing a false role in it.

But why would a fake movie character say such shocking words to her?

"Xian'er, are you coming back from the future?... No, you're just an illusion of the soul. ”

Bai Suzhen stroked Xu Xianxian's cheek, whispered this, and then shook her head again, with an inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

She is the pinnacle of earth immortals, a half-step heavenly immortal, the most powerful demon king of the Great Song Dynasty, the extreme creature of the material world, and among all the earth immortals in this world, she is most likely to attain the Taiyi Immortal Dao and get rid of the shackles of the Heavenly Dao.

Such a level, even if you can get a glimpse of the tip of the long river of time, is not a difficult thing.

"It's not... Isn't this a projection of history?" Hearing Bai Suzhen's words, Xu Xianxian only felt an inexplicable absurdity and weirdness, "I can feel that my body is still in the Demon Mausoleum, not traveling through time and space." ”

"Projection of history?" Bai Suzhen laughed, her smile revealed a bit of inexplicable innocence: just like Bai Zhen'er, who Xu Xianxian was familiar with, "This is reality, it's just that someone has used the residual power of dragon qi to allow Xian'er to talk to me in the past." ”

"It's not me who is false, it's Xian'er herself. ”

“？？？”

Xu Xianxian had a headache, she was not a legend after all, let alone a demigod, she had not really touched the realm of time, so she couldn't figure out what Bai Suzhen was expressing.

Is it that the projection here has been modified, so is it that Bai Suzhen is set to say something similar?

Or is it true that as the other party said, she is just standing in the future, through a screen of time, to have a dialogue and interaction with Bai Suzhen in the past?

What the hell is this?

Sister, what are you talking about? Can you say something that I can understand?

"It must be Xiaoqing, only that girl would do this. Bai Suzhen muttered to herself, and a little annoyance flashed between her eyebrows: "She must borrow my power in the future, so that you can briefly relive this memory, really, what is she thinking?"

"But since I still exist in the future, it means that I failed to promote to Heavenly Immortal again, after all, Heavenly Immortal is the only one at all points in time..."

“... What promotion failed?"

Xu Xianxian was really a little confused now, she was completely confused, she understood every word she said, but after synthesizing a sentence, she didn't know what she was talking about at all.

Even if she is as knowledgeable as she is, this is knowledge that she has never been exposed to, and this is the realm of time and space.

It was only at this time that Xu Xianxian really recognized the breath on Bai Suzhen's body, like a sea of worship, boundless and difficult to touch, much more powerful than the bamboo leaf green in the spirit realm, and even close to the embodied fairy mother she saw at the princess coming-of-age ceremony of the fairy empire.

Is this a demigod?

In this world, this is a half-step heavenly immortal, an individual life that can make the Heavenly Dao Dragon Vein guard.

Wrong... Even if Xu Xian'er practiced the Aoki Xuanfa, he was only a mortal, not even a human immortal, how could he form a Taoist couple with a half-step heavenly immortal?

Xu Xianxian was originally dragged into this historical projection by the Demon Mausoleum, and she was still in the state of mind that everything was under control, but now that she looked at it, she found that the situation was completely beyond her imagination.

She thought that she was an audience watching the story, and she could laugh and scold from God's point of view, but she didn't expect to become a person in the story. It turned out that the legend of the White Snake that she knew was just an artistic adaptation of later generations after all, and now it has no reference value.

And who can know the real story if they are not witnesses?

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