"Stay away from Luke Gaunt! He's a madman! He will only bring disaster!"

The blonde woman, with a large burn mark on her face, shouted at Taylor in a pillar of pure white light.

Taylor's hands were raised at either side of his body, and his body drooped in the air, as if he was being hung from a cross.

She looked at the woman with disbelief in her eyes, but she couldn't do anything. Because of this pure white pillar of light, she was firmly fixed, and she couldn't even move except for the change in the expression in her eyes.

"Stay away from him!"

The blonde woman could see that she resembled Taylor, except for the burn marks on her face.

But in the next moment, the woman was pierced by a green lightsaber. Taylor just glanced at the green lightsaber, and felt as if there were countless souls wailing in his ears.

The blonde woman was instantly to the end and lost her life. And just as she fell to the ground, Taylor heard another voice.

"I will not allow anyone to stand in my way!"

The tone is as cold as iron, sharp as a sword, and a little crazy.

Although the difference is not small, Taylor can still hear it, it is Luke's voice.

Did you really turn against Luke? Luke is even determined to kill himself?

"What's going on?!"

Taylor shouted inwardly. But beyond the pillar of light, she looked like a god looking down from above, with no expression on her face, and she was as cold as ice.

"Luke Gaunt is a great man, and he deserves our following and praise!"

A gorgeously dressed, seductive-looking, fanatical woman appeared at the location of the previous scar, Taylor. The figure of Scar Taylor disappeared inappropriately, just as the bewitching Taylor in front of him appeared at some point.

"Follow Luke Gaunt! Let's welcome a new future, a new tomorrow!"

There was an almost crazy enthusiasm on her face, and the gesture of raising her hands high and calling the sky made her delicate and charming face look a little hideous.

Whatever happens, if you pass a certain limit, you will fall off a cliff in the other direction.

In the Eastern context that Luke once told her, he said that this is called no (pi) Jitailai.

It's just that, in the original intention, this is a bad thing turned into a good thing. And now this kind of worship is obviously a good thing and a bad thing.

Taylor felt a deep confusion about the previous self, and a deep disgust for this one.

"What the hell did Luke, bastard, do to me?"

To say that such a situation could be achieved naturally, Taylor himself did not believe it. If you want to transform from the current personality to the character you will show in the future, then it must be Luke who has done something to him.

In the next moment, before the charming Taylor could finish her slogan, she disappeared from here, and the next Taylor appeared here.

This Taylor looks not young, and is no longer a young girl and a beautiful girl. She had a loving face and looked like a mother.

"Luke is a good father."

Taylor, who was in the pure white pillar of light, felt his face burn badly after hearing this sentence.

But I couldn't help but want to keep listening.

"Our mission may not be successful in the full sense of the word. But our lives have been fulfilled to the fullest." Mother Taylor's face was filled with the glow of happiness.

"We have two children. One is called Clark and the other is called Tony. They're all very good kids."

She looks so satisfied, so happy, so enviable.

And in the next moment, this Taylor also disappeared.

Instead, there was a young girl Taylor who was sharpening her knife, and she looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old after that.

Taylor in the pure white pillar of light wondered what his future self was doing, why he was sharpening the knife, and it looked like it was still a firewood knife.

whereas

In the next moment, the hair was scattered, as if he hadn't washed his hair in a few days, and when he looked up, Taylor in the pure white pillar of light felt that he was startled.

With a strange smile on his face, he was obviously smiling, but there was a cruel look in his eyes.

"You must kill Luke, the carrot head~ If you can't make up your mind to kill Luke, then castrate him, or kill all the little *** around him~"

The tone is so gentle, like the neighbor's sister next door asking if you want to eat candy. But the words that came out were so chilling. Especially when there are still blood stains on the other person's face.

Taylor, who was in the pure white pillar of light, felt himself shiver instantly, and a piercing chill rushed from the soles of his feet to his head.

Is that blood, Luke's blood?

What exactly did Luke do? How many boats did he step on and was discovered by himself?

How could he do that, this bastard!

Well done! The future me!

The next moment, the figure holding the hatchet disappeared.

Instead, there was a woman in a long black dress with a black hat. Her bright blonde hair looked so dark. Just standing there, one can feel a kind of haggard and shadowy.

It's like a lonely goose that still stays in place in late autumn.

When Taylor, who was in a black dress, raised his head, revealing a face full of exhaustion and vicissitudes. The eyes are blank.

"Luke...... Luke ......"

Finally, she squatted on the ground, like a weed blown by the autumn wind, and wept silently.

Taylor, who was in the pure white pillar of light, looked at himself in mourning clothes, and listened to the wail like Du Juan's blood, and his heart suddenly twitched.

"What's going on! What happened! Tell me! Tell me! I'm not going to let that happen!"

But she couldn't open her mouth, and could only be a bystander, watching the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of these future selves.

But the worry in her heart was so strong, she felt her body tremble, she felt her struggle.

His eyes were cracked, and bloodshot was in the whites of his eyes.

Finally, her fingers moved.

And the scene began to change. She saw Luke and saw a beautiful woman with a red ponytail and a leather coat. She stood right behind Luke's side, alongside herself, and it was clear that Luke trusted the woman. But just as Luke, who was already a tall young man, was about to give a speech, the red-haired woman beside him suddenly pulled out a knife that glowed with purple light.

The knife, in the woman's hand, stabbed into Luke's body with lightning speed.

The smile on Luke's face hadn't faded yet, and his life had already faded with the purple light.

The people around me, including myself, were so shocked, so frightened, and so surprised. It's as if I didn't believe that this woman would do such a thing.

Time went on, and Taylor focused his gaze on the woman. She saw the woman block a thunderbolt explosion for Luke, at the cost of half of her own body.

Further on, Taylor saw the woman holding her wounded self in her arms, surrounded by a group of wizards in white robes. The red-haired woman held herself and stared at the wizards like a wounded she-wolf.

Still moving forward.

Taylor saw himself, and saw himself watching everywhere with the red-haired woman, and there was such a joy between them. It looks so intimate.

The two of them are like good sisters who talk about everything.

So why did you betray?!

Taylor focused on the red-haired woman, trying to figure it out. But the next moment, she felt a deep exhaustion, as if her head had been squeezed dry, and the sensation of pain, dizziness, nausea, and weakness poured into her limbs almost at the same moment.

The image in front of her eyes

It's getting more and more like a lake, but how can she be willing to end it like this.

She clenched her teeth, and the look on her face was like stubbornness with a capital letter.

Finally, she saw a little bit of it. A little purple light got into the eyebrows of the red-haired woman who fainted to the ground.

It was pitch black.

When I opened my eyes with great difficulty, I could see the bright light that meant white. But the next moment it was darkness again. A familiar and unfamiliar shout sounded in my ears. It was as if someone was calling their name, and the voice seemed to be in their ears, and it seemed to be somewhere far away, making people wonder and feel deep fatigue at the same time.

Finally she fell asleep.

The old woman looked at her granddaughter lying on the ground, her face full of distress. Helped her granddaughter wipe the sweat off her forehead.

Then he waved his wand, and a mattress not far behind flew over. The old woman struggled to carry her granddaughter onto the mattress. After a long sigh of relief, he waved his wand again, and the mattress was suspended in the air with great stability. Then he got up silently and left the cave.

………………

Taylor was awakened by the aroma of delicious broth.

The wings of her nose moved, and then, slowly, she pulled her eyes open. What I saw in front of me was a gray-haired old man with a wooden bowl floating beside him.

And the wooden bowl was steaming hot. It also has a scent that makes Taylor feel familiar.

"Grandma, I want to drink beef soup~"

She was subconsciously coquettish. But he was shocked by his weak and dry tone.

Grandma stretched out her hand, straightened out a strand of hair from Taylor's forehead, and said with a smile, "This is a normal situation. Don't worry too much. You're fine. It's just a bit expensive."

Taylor nodded vigorously. Grandma took out a small wooden spoon, lowered the wooden bowl next to her to the right position, and with a doting smile on her face, she scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it to Taylor's mouth.

Taylor smiled happily and swallowed the spoonful of beef broth at just the right temperature.

It's not just a simple beef aroma, but also a surging woody aroma.

Taylor knew it was the effect of the wooden bowl and spoon. Every time I observed a headache in the future, my grandmother would take out this bowl and spoon and make a bowl of hot and delicious beef soup.

As long as you finish the soup and sleep, you will be a lively self again the next day.

Looking at Taylor, who showed a satisfied expression, Grandma had a kind smile on her face.

After drinking this soup, Taylor, who felt that his physical strength had recovered a lot, instantly sharpened his eyes.

"Grandma, I saw something......

"Shhhh

Grandma made a silent gesture.

Taylor looked at the smiling grandmother suspiciously.

Grandma smiled and said, "Don't worry, think about what you saw first, and think about whether you should say this thing or not."

"The future is fragile."

Taylor fell silent, frowned, and began to think seriously.

After a moment, she looked at her grandmother and said, "I saw our failure. We don't seem to have any endings, and we have achieved real success."

If you want to go the wrong way, you will either not achieve your goals completely. And more than that, they are faced with the script of entrepreneurship half-way and the collapse of the middle way.

It's a frustrating thing.

"So, do you see why?"

Grandma asked gently.

"Yes, but only a small part."

Taylor said with some distress.

Grandma wiped Taylor's sweat again and smiled, "Don't worry, Taylor. You do see the future and there is nothing wrong with that."

"But you see a lot of the future, right? It can happen in the future, and it may not happen."

"Anyway, first you have to recognize one thing."

Grandma's expression is in

In the mildness, there is a hint of seriousness.

"Observe the future and stick to the present. Only now can we achieve the future we want."

Taylor heard this and fell silent. And grandma smiled heartily and didn't speak, just silently fed Taylor soup, and Taylor just drank soup silently.

After a few moments, Taylor spoke again, "Grandma, if I want to change that future......

"Then you have to think about it, find the right time, the right place, the right person, and do the right thing."

"The future is fragile, but it's also resilient. If you can't find the weakest point...... It's going to come back to life."

When she said this, Grandma couldn't help frowning. It was as if I was feeling some pain.

Taylor rubbed his brow for his grandmother with some distress. Grandma smiled and pinched Taylor's face.

…………

Time flies, and a few days pass by in a flash.

For this day, Luke had already prepared his luggage.

Looking at the large and small boxes in front of him, Luke nodded with satisfaction. The last time I went to France, I suffered some lack of preparation, and he and Dumbledore didn't even have a proper dress when they went to the banquet.

"Bring your clothes this time, and I don't know what those aristocrats in the United States will look like."

It was hard for Luke to imagine what kind of aristocracy a country with a thin history book and the same English recipes would have.

"Tsk, Bun ......"

Luke sighed with a sense of superiority.

At this time, there was a knock on the door of "Tuk Tuk".

Luke went to open the door, but when he opened it, his brow furrowed.