"What should you do to move bricks?" said Yu Wentuo, the foreman of the overseer of the Great Wall of the Northern Border, with a hard kick on Hu Hanyan's ass.

"Oops, it hurts me!" shouted Hu Han Yan, clutching his ass.

"Do you still know that it hurts?" Are you here to repair the Great Wall of the North, or are you here to daydream with the Great Wall of the North? Get out of here!" asked the foreman Yu Wentuo with a few more kicks.

Everything is just a dream.

I saw the barbaric princess Meng Yingqiang ascending the Great Wall in the north and looking at the endless iceberg.

Under the city wall, Hu Han Yan is moving heavy bricks to serve his adoptive father for this year's military service.

Hu Hanyan, who was tired and sweating profusely, wiped the sweat from his forehead, stretched his waist, and looked up to see Meng Yingqiang's back.

He found that she resembled the unruly girl blindfolded by the black veil in front of the door of the Demon Cave in his dream.

"Don't look at it! that's the future young city lord's wife. An unknown worker reminded Hu Han.

The more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he looked up again at the figure of the girl on the city wall.

"Let's look at it! Let's look at it!" "Let's see it!" said the young city lord Meng Cunnian with a wooden stick in his hand and slapping Hu Hanyan's head fiercely.

"You got the Jue Soul Ying Pearl?" asked Hu Han Yan with blood in his mouth.

"Yes, I got it, what if I got it?" The young city lord asked as he continued to slap Hu Hanyan's body fiercely.

"Does she know?" asked Hu Han Yan, whose face was covered in blood, and weakly pointed to the girl on the city wall.

"What does she know? What does she not know?" Meng Cunnian asked with a discounted wooden stick, whipping Hu Han Yan.

"It's good that she doesn't know, it's good if she doesn't know, she doesn............'t know," Hu Hanyan said as he lost his breath.

"You know, you don't have to die, but she loves you so much, don't blame me, I'm a good person. Meng Cunnian was tired, threw a wooden stick, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

The girl on the city wall looked at the dream of the year below, and continued to look at the endless snow-capped mountains in the distance.

She was waiting, waiting for the legendary boy who was called the "Sword Emperor" by the world - Hu Hanyan.

"Master Wise, the person you are looking for has been brought to you. Myke said.

"Wake up, wake up!" the wise master shouted as he poured the unfinished wine on the bloody face of Hu Han Yan, and kicked Hu Han Yan with his foot.

"Am I not dead?" asked Hu Han Yan in wonder.

"This is the Xuanji Gate, there is no life and no death, so you are not dead, but you are not alive either. The Wise Master explained.

"What do you mean?" asked Hu Han Yan even more curiously.

"Isn't the answer in your hands! The Wise Master replied.

"Jue Soul Yingzhu, isn't it in the hands of the young city lord of Evil Qi City, how can it be here?" asked Hu Han Yan in surprise.

"How can I tell you, you came to the Great Wall in the north to serve in the military for your adoptive father Hu Yanting for one year, this little thing has opened three parallel timelines. Three parallel timelines run naturally, creating three parallel worlds. Because Jue Soul Yingzhu is an immortal thing, and its mana is boundless, it has become a bridge between these three parallel worlds. Every decision you make is changing a parallel world. The Wise Master explained.

"I don't understand, I don't understand at all, please make it easier to understand, Master Wise. Hu Han Yan said as he massaged the shoulder of the wise master.

"Okay! In the first parallel world, Mr. Ning would not have died, but the evil Soul Giant Humanoid incarnation suddenly appeared and scared him to death. In the second parallel world, Shangguan Haitang, the daughter of Shangguan Jingde, the tomb hunter, should not have married the young city lord of Evil City, but your best efforts to match her heartbreak broke her soul and broke the Red Dust Inn. In the third parallel world, the young city lord of Evil Qi City, Meng Cunnian, should not be a villain, but your appearance snatched his fiancée and forced him to become a wicked person. Got it?" asked the Wise Master, taking a sip of the Honey Snow Syrup.

"I still don't understand, I didn't change everything that happened in the first parallel world, I changed the second and third, why?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"Why? I should ask you this!What are you dissatisfied with in the first parallel world? Why do you go to all the lengths to modify its timeline?" the wise master fell over his shoulder, slamming Hu Han Yan behind him to the ground.

"Haha! angry, you're angry. You should really take a good look at the way you were angry just now, and I'm going to die laughing. Hu Hanyan laughed and said.

"Angry? Am I angry?" asked the Wise Master.

"Angry, quite angry!" replied.

"Haha! You keep saying that I am not satisfied, but you are not satisfied! Honey Snow Syrup, is it delicious? Master Wise?" asked Hu Hanyan.

"What honey snow syrup? I haven't heard of it, what am I dissatisfied with? We are Xuanjimen, there is no life and no death, what else do I have to disagree with. The Wise Master flickered.

"Then I'm going to pour it?" asked Hu Han Yan as he lifted a jar of fine honey snow syrup and opened the lid.

"If you love it, you can pour it, my wise master has never drunk any fine wine, just a jar of honey snow syrup, I won't look at it. The Wise Master pretended to be calm.

"This is the last jar!" said Hu Hanyan as he sped up the pouring of the wine.

When the wise master on the side heard this, he hurriedly snatched the little honey snow syrup left in Hu Han Yan's hand.

"Stinky boy, are you really down? The Wise Master complained.

"Only the first parallel world is a natural occurrence, and the second and third parallel worlds were created because you stole the five jars of honey snow syrup in the first parallel world, causing the timeline to be disrupted. The young city lord of the evil city in the second parallel world is you pretending, 'Brother Hu'? I didn't tell him what my surname is, how would he know? The young city lord of the evil city in the third parallel world is also pretending to be you, 'Mrs. the young city lord'? Who would call the only daughter of the current emperor the wife of the young city lord?" Hu Han Yan analyzed.

"Sword Emperor, terrifying!" the wise master was ashamed of himself.

Hu Hanyan, who returned to the normal timeline, completed the task of repairing the Great Wall perfectly. The one-year military service soon ended, and he returned alive to Hujia Village, where someone would change him into thick and warm clothes. Once again, his hopes for a perverted adoptive father were dashed, and it seemed that Hu Han Yan would need to suffer even more before he could get one step closer to death.

Meng Yingqiang, who has been in the imperial city for a long time, has long been annoyed to death. He went to the city of evil spirits with joy, but returned disappointed. Unwilling, she decided to make the next stop - Jetta City. Jetta City full of dwarves, no one can bully her unruly princess Meng Yingqiang now!

"Son, your adoptive father and I are in a big trouble, do you know? I accidentally broke Jia Yuanwai's Flowing Purple Gold Cup. He limited me to seven days, and compensated him for the same, otherwise my little life would not be mine. So, you know!" Hu Yanting drunkenly recounted the misfortunes of the day.

After speaking, Hu Yanting lay on the ground and fell asleep.

With all his strength, Hu Hanyan carried him to the bed, covered him, and blew out the candles.

After all, he raised Hu Han Yan, and Hu Han Yan would not let him carry it alone.

"Jetta City, I'm calling Han Yan here!" Hu Han Yan shouted into the night sky.

"What's it called? Don't let people sleep well?" Niu Cuihua, the village chief's wife, folded the stool and smashed it on Hu Hanyan's head impartially.

Hu Hanyan, who was shouting on the roof, was smashed to the ground, and at this time he finally understood: the first of the top ten killer weapons in the rivers and lakes - folding stool.