"How is it possible? Fate has changed..."
The middle-aged scholar was stunned, staring blankly at the broken black dragon flag, feeling an unbearable pain in his eyes.
He closed his eyes, and two lines of slightly inky black tears flowed from his eye sockets.
Hoping for the king's aura is not without cost, and prying into destiny is even more costly. Especially when the destiny changes, the middle-aged scholar immediately suffers backlash.
The backlash from just this one glance reduced his lifespan by about ten years.
"Brother Fang!?"
Although the Mongolian general next to him didn't know what was happening, he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, and the black-robed Taoist priest next to him screamed in surprise.
Obviously, although he could not glimpse destiny like the scribes, he also sensed that something was wrong.
The weather has been very good these days, with no clouds in the sky. The sudden thunder may indicate some unusual movement.
"...Khan, we have miscalculated something. Our strategy must change now."
The middle-aged scholar wiped the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes, opened his eyes again, and looked at the somewhat distraught Genghis Khan in front of him.
really...
If the alien king wants to transform into a real dragon, he must go through disasters other than human disasters.
Rumble——
The thunder outside the window rolled in from a very far distance and then rolled away. Even though Zhuyeqing was a demon fairy, he felt inexplicably frightened when he heard the thunder.
Ordinary lightning only has the killing power of high temperature and electricity, which can instantly burn mortal flesh, but it cannot do anything to the body of a great demon.
But this was no ordinary Thunder.
Rather, it contains a certain kind of world rules, the embodiment of the principles of heaven...
"Why is there a sound of thunder for no reason? Sister, this..."
Zhuyeqing frowned slightly, waved his hand gently, and closed the window next to him.
She turned her head and was about to ask something, but saw her sister and Xian'er looking at each other silently, but both of them were crying.
Zhuyeqing was a little surprised by this scene, and her voice stopped abruptly. There was worry in her eyes, and she trembled her lips for a moment, but she didn't say anything else. Instead, her figure flashed and she left the room silently.
"Sister and Xian'er haven't seen each other for a long time. I guess they want to express their longing for each other. If I just stand there, it would seem a bit unromantic."
Zhuyeqing leaned against the wooden pillar in the corridor outside, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and sighed softly.
She likes Xian'er and also likes her sister, although these are two different kinds of likes.
But Xian'er and her sister were both happy, which was better than anything else, she had thought. But now when she was with them, she felt inexplicably out of place.
This is obviously the best situation now.
"But why do I feel sad?"
The winter night was a little cold, and a gentle breeze blew over, making her long black hair messy and unruly.
The moonlight pouring down from the horizon made her figure look particularly lonely.
......
inside the house.
"What...what are you talking about?"
After hearing Bai Suzhen's soft murmur, Xu Xianxian's originally inexplicable emotions froze into ice in an instant, and she didn't even notice Zhuyeqing's sudden departure.
Some absurd emotions inexplicably surged in her heart.
Isn't this a projection of history? A half-true, half-false image of the past constructed in the demon's tomb?
It's like a predetermined story from the past that has been made into a movie or TV series. All the plots and dialogues are arranged, and I am just playing a fake role in it.
But why would the fake 'movie character' say such shocking words to her?
"Xian'er, are you back from the future?... No, you are just an illusion of the soul."
Bai Suzhen gently stroked Xu Xianxian's cheek and whispered this, then shook her head with an inexplicable emotion in her eyes.
She is the pinnacle of earthly immortals, half a step away from being a celestial immortal, the most powerful demon king of the Song Dynasty, the ultimate creature of the material world, and the one who is most likely among all earthly immortals in this world to attain the Taiyi Immortal Dao and break free from the constraints of the Heavenly Dao.
At this level, even getting a glimpse of a corner of the long river of time is not a difficult thing.
"Isn't this... a projection of history?" Hearing Bai Suzhen's words, Xu Xianxian felt an inexplicable absurdity and weirdness. "I can feel that my original body is still in the Demon Mausoleum. It's not that I have traveled through time and space."
"A projection of history?" Bai Suzhen laughed. Her smile was filled with an inexplicable innocence: just like the Bai Zhen'er that Xu Xianxian was familiar with. "This is reality. Someone has borrowed the residual power of dragon energy to allow the future Xian'er to talk to my past self."
"It's not me who's fake, it's Xian'er herself."
“???”
Xu Xianxian had a headache. After all, she was not a legend, nor a demigod. She had never really come into contact with the realm of time, and she couldn't figure out what Bai Suzhen meant.
Was the projection here modified, so Bai Suzhen was set to say similar words?
Or is it really as the other party said, that she is just standing in the future, talking and interacting with Bai Suzhen in the past across a screen of time?
What the hell is this?
What are you talking about, sister? Can you tell me something I can understand?
"It must be Xiaoqing. Only that girl would do that." Bai Suzhen muttered to herself, a hint of anger flashing across her brows. "She will definitely borrow my power in the future to allow you to briefly recall this memory. Seriously, what is she thinking?"
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