It's not exquisite, but it's okay to mix it up.

Peng Fang was worried in his heart, his treatment was beyond that of ordinary captives, but he didn't know if he could ask for the attention of the gods.

Not long after eating, my eyelids became heavier and heavier.

Before he could yawn a third time, he tilted his head and fell asleep against the wall.

When his snoring began to be loud, He Lingchuan walked into the cell, and his knuckles tapped lightly on the wall:

"Gods, are you there?"

Peng Fang could only visit Bi Lu when he was in his dreams, indicating that Bi Lu was more careful than the other gods. But He Lingchuan couldn't dream of God, because he didn't dream at all in the Panlong World.

I can only call people out to talk. At this time, Bi Lu is still a small god who is not in the climate, and it is not Naluotian, so it should not be difficult to move.

Peng Fang continued to sleep.

He Lingchuan took out the Torture Dragon Pillar and knocked it on the wall a few more times: "If you don't come out again, this thing will be given to other gods." ”

He waited on the spot for a while, but Peng Fang still didn't respond.

He Lingchuan turned around and left.

Only then did a voice come from behind: "Who is the erector?" ”

He Lingchuan's heart tightened, and he slowly turned around.

Peng Fang opened his eyes and sat up straight against the wall.

The face is still the same face, but the demeanor and temperament are different. He was obviously sitting on the ground, but he was staring at He Lingchuan.

The standard gods look down on people's demeanor, and He Lingchuan has seen a lot.

Red Generals, Hundred Battles, and Relief are all the same.

They don't even bother to hide their disdain for humans.

"Tie up your acolytes and take this thing away." He Lingchuan took a few steps closer and shook the Torture Dragon Pillar in his hand at him, "I have something to ask." ”

Peng Fang, no, it should be called Bi Lu now, he pointed to his injury: "This is the attitude of begging for people?" ”

Peng Fang should have cried to it in his dream, and he also finished talking about the cause and effect.

He Lingchuan smiled: "Those who don't know are not guilty." ”

There was no inside story on Peng Fang's face, but He Lingchuan still kept an eye on it.

Among the gods, this is the one most closely linked to his fate, and it is still the best.

This Bi Lu is not real, or rather, the Bi Lu God more than a hundred years ago will not have any intersection with He Lingchuan at all.

He has always tacitly assumed that the Panlong World is a history of the past, so what he asked Bi Lu was obviously "making something out of nothing". Can it be born?

Can Bi Lu here behave and think the same way as Narokuten more than a hundred years later?

He asked Bi Lu here, could he find the answer he was looking for?

Two people in different time and space appear in the same scene at the same time to talk. This is what has been happening since he messed into the world of coiling dragons, and he was used to it, but now he feels that this evolution seems to be a bit remarkable.

Well? Wait a minute, evolution?

As soon as these two words popped out, He Lingchuan was slightly stunned.

Why did you come up with this word yourself? It seems to be his long-standing impression of Dafang Pot.

It was the first time that Bi Lu had seen someone in front of him in a daze, but he didn't urge, he was also thoughtful.

This teenager seems to be a little weird?

He Lingchuan quickly came back to his senses, and said with a straight face: "Peng Fang said, can you change your life against the sky?" ”

Bi Lu lifted his eyelids: "You want to change your life?" ”

"Can you see my fate?" When facing Bi Lu, He Lingchuan didn't wear a mask, and there was no need to wear it.

"It's not accurate just to look at the face, but also to have a name and a birthday."

He Lingchuan suddenly said: "It turns out that the information you need is the same as that of a fortune teller." ”

Bi Lu's tone was solemn: "You have a strange face, so you need more information." The rest of the people, etc., I can only see at a glance. ”

He Lingchuan touched his face: "What do you say?" ”

"The most obvious is the short-lived phase and the long-lived personality, as if there are other encounters, and it is difficult to say which one will be accurate in the end."

He Lingchuan thought about it and said his name and birthday.

The name is not enough, as soon as the eight characters of his birthday came out, Bi Lu's brows furrowed tightly.

Later, he closed his eyes, as if he was silently calculating.

He Lingchuan didn't make any noise with him, and waited quietly for a cup of tea.

Just as he was about to yawn, Bi Lu opened his eyes and cast a wary glance:

"This eight characters don't match your age!"

According to these eight characters, He Lingchuan should be over fifty years old now. Even if he has a good look, the spirit of the young man is different from that of the middle-aged and elderly, and Bi Lu can see it at a glance.

"Yes, but it is." He Lingchuan hugged his arms, "You have been calculating for so long to come up with such an answer?" ”

He wanted to see how Bi Lu was different from an ordinary fortune teller.

Bi Lu shook his head: "I can't change it, your fate is too little entangled with this world." ”

He Lingchuan was slightly shocked: "What do you mean?" ”

"Your life is not in this realm!" Bi Lu said word by word, "You are not from this world!" ”

He looked at He Lingchuan's gaze, which was extremely sharp.

The cell fell silent.

Fortunately, there was no one else here, and He Lingchuan was surprised: "Is this possible?" I'm standing right here! "Sure enough, there were two brushes.

Bi Lu said: "How is it impossible, I am not here? ”

The gods dwell in the divine realm, but they can come to the earth.

To a certain extent, the entry of the gods into the human world and He Lingchuan's entry into the world of Panlong are both "chaotic entry".

He Lingchuan exhaled a long breath and asked again: "If I am in my own world and want to change my life against the sky, what guidance can Bi Lu God give me?" ”

"I can't help it." Bi Lu replied, "You have an intersection with both worlds, and I can't figure out the trajectory of your fate, so I can't mention you." ”

"Fate" again?

But He Lingchuan felt that Bi Lufang had been planning for so long, and he should have more than that.

After all, Bi Lu's gaze at him was a little strange, both surprised and wary.

So, Bi Lu lied. What did this so-called "god of fate" foresee?

He didn't know that in Bi Lu's eyes, He Lingchuan had become a phantom, thousands of dark lines behind him were intertwined and rolling, stretching towards the distant void like life, and there was no end in sight as far as Bi Lu's eyes could see.

A mortal has such an intricate line of fate, and it changes every moment.

Who the hell is this teenager?

What's even more terrifying is that Bi Lu even faintly senses that this young man has something to do with him.

Not now, but in ......

In the ethereal future.

What's going on, is it the Hereafter? But he's obviously not from this realm!

It had a hunch that He Lingchuan had a deeper intersection with it, as if it would not be in this realm.

He Lingchuan's words interrupted its thoughts: "Can you see the fate of anyone in this realm?" ”

"Of course." Bi Lu pointed to the straw mat in the corner of the house, "In your opinion, fate is complicated and unpredictable; But it seems to me that your fate is like the reeds that weave mats, and there are traces to follow. ”