In the chaos, Bai Song seemed to have a dream.

I dreamed of the past and present lives, dreamed of the long river of history, dreamed of the neon of the city, and dreamed of mechanical punk.

Bai Song tried to wake up from his dream countless times, but he couldn't break free.

I don't know how long it took, Bai Song vaguely heard someone shouting: "Hit, hit!" I'm in love with the flowers! ”

Suddenly, Bai Song was excited!

The eyes that had never been able to open opened suddenly opened!

The familiar interior of the attic is the four-story tower of the royal palace.

There was no one around, only birds chirping.

Bai Song got up and slammed it back again.

Only then did Bai Song find himself lying in a transparent coffin box above his head.

Wrong!

Bai Song didn't feel right.

This is not a coffin, even a crystal coffin can not be seen so clearly.

A piece of glass on the head!

Instead of ordinary glass, the glass contains some kind of fiber, and when you just take it when you hit it, the glass does not break, but deforms with the impact, and finally returns to its original shape.

Underneath the body is soft leather, smooth as silk, and the left and right sides are metal similar to aluminum alloys, and the inside is surrounded by fluorescent lamps, and the white light is very soft, as if there is no temperature.

Inside is pure oxygen, and Bai Song's breathing is very comfortable and transparent.

Wrong wrong.

How can Datang have pure oxygen technology?

And all around it is something far beyond contemporary technology.

"Are you in a mysterious space?"

Certainly not, outside is clearly the tower of the palace.

Bai Song had a splitting headache, and found that his body was a charred black mass, surrounded by charcoal black scales, struggled to get up, hammered left and right, and shouted: "Is there anyone?" ”

There was no response, but there was a snorting sound from inside the box, as if it was a deflated ball, and a crack appeared in the glass of the box, and then Bai Song quickly pushed the box open and climbed out.

Outside, Bai Song held the box and was silent for a while, and his thoughts finally returned to the moment when he died with the Eastern Emperor that night.

"How long has it been?"

Bai Song flashed a thought, and then found that he was not wearing anything, but his skin had become much more delicate, and the old man in his twenties had the same tender flesh as a baby.

With only the flesh of a baby and no baby's face, it looks weird, and the hair is gone, and it is very soft.

Just as Bai Song was puzzled by the changes in his body, the box beside him finally attracted his attention.

Where is this coffin!

It looks a bit like a bio warehouse in an interstellar movie!

Am I traveling to the future again?

Bai Song was stunned, and a little maid sweeping the floor was stunned at the door, staring at Bai Song stupidly...... of the fruit.

"Ahh

With a scream, Bai Song is alive!

……

Bai Song is alive!

The palace blew up.

There was another cry, and the warblers and swallows gathered in front of Bai Song, and the pear blossoms brought rain.

Only then did Bai Song know that he had slept for more than half a year.

In this dream, Bai Song didn't feel the passage of time, even if he woke up and saw his family, he didn't have that feeling of time passing.

The only thing he saw was the swaddling child in the arms of a few old mothers, and Bai Song felt that a long time had really passed.

The young masters and ladies of the Beiding Royal Mansion were all born.

Xiang'er is a daughter, named Bai Xiaoqian.

To the south is a son, named Bai Yulang.

Sangsang's daughter is another girl, called Bai Luoxia.

Zhang Yuhan, who was the first to get pregnant, is also a daughter, named Bai Nuanyu.

Bai Song was stunned at this time, and his mind was on the surrounding ladies.

He sat like a log, and it took him a long time to memorize the name of the newborn girl.

Because I don't know how time passes, I don't actually have much empathy for the crying of the ladies.

Bai Song's memory is still stuck in the moment before the duel with the Eastern Emperor.

The Eastern Emperor is dead, he is still alive, this is the most perfect ending.

When I think back to the time when I decided to die together, I was a little reckless and impulsive.

But that's all for these warblers.

Thinking about it, Bai Song was a little complacent, he worked hard, and it was right to listen to them cry for a while.

If you want to cry, cry, without the Eastern Emperor, it will be your own world in the future.

When the news spread, more and more people came to visit, and even the mansions of the lords near the palace immediately sent chariots and horses towards the palace.

In the palace, Li Shimin also immediately left the palace and accompanied him all the way.

When the people saw it, they thought that there was a war somewhere, forcing the emperor to drive the expedition in person.

At this moment, the warbler Yanyan beside her cried and cried, laughed and laughed, and stood quietly to the side, looking at her husband, but she didn't know what her husband was thinking.

Bai Song stood at the table, facing a white porcelain bowl with a solemn expression.

The people around them all flashed away, and they didn't know why.

Suddenly, Bai Song slashed down with a palm and shouted: "Ha! ”

After a gust of wind, the white porcelain bowl did not move at all.

"Hah!"

Bai Song drank again, but the white porcelain bowl still didn't move at all.

Then Bai Song was like a nervous disorder, played a tai chi, made a convergent posture, sank into the dantian, and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

……

A room full of people, all with question marks.

Some subordinates whispered: "The master can't be stupid, right?" ”

Gone!

The true qi in the body is gone......

Bai Song is really stupid.

There was no trace of true qi left in his body, and there was no movement at all.

Doesn't it mean that those who have undergone the baptism of the heavenly calamity can become immortals?

What a shit fairy!

The gods didn't do it, and all their skills were scattered.

This is not good news.

Bai Song slumped on the chair and poured himself a glass of water.

"Xianggong ......"

Xiang'er walked over and tried to ask.

Bai Song's thoughts calmed down, he looked back at Xiang'er, didn't say anything, and took Xiang'er's hand with a smile.

"I've been sleeping in that box all the time?"

Xiang'er nodded.

"Where's the box?"

"There was a pink-haired girl who sent it, saying that it was An'er who explained and could ensure that Xianggong recovered."

"Pink-haired girl?" Bai Song muttered, and then said, "Where is An'er?" ”

"An'er left a letter half a year ago and left, and I don't know where I went, but I would send a letter back every month to ask about his father's situation." Xiang'er thought for a while and asked with some concern, "Xianggong, since you have woken up, should we go and get An'er back?" ”

Bai Song thought for a while, shook his head and said, "An'er, he will naturally come back when he wants to come back, that kid can take care of himself." ”

Until now, Bai Song didn't know where his son came from, and he was a fool.

Just look at the posture of the wooden face fighting with the Eastern Emperor, I am afraid that my son is even more demonic than himself, and it is estimated that he will come from the future world.

At this time, the ladies around him saw that Bai Song was gradually returning to normal, so they gathered around and asked with concern.

Someone outside announced: "The emperor has arrived." ”