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Chapter 51 Wrong task object? ?
To Zhong Linlang's surprise, Liu Wanyi wrote her a letter before she did anything.

The beautiful handwriting on the letter told Zhong Linlang that she was living a good life, and no one in the magic palace made things difficult for her, but Fu Jingce was a little abnormal these two days, often staying in the room and rarely coming out.

When Zhong Linlang saw it, she couldn't even scream in her heart.

Abnormal?What is unusual?

That must be a conspiracy to usurp the throne.

Why is this kid moving so fast?She hasn't made any progress here. If she succeeds in making him the devil king, there will be no chaos in the world, and the people will not shed blood like rivers?
For details, see The World Three Years Later.

Zhong Linlang frowned.

She doesn't dare to write to Liu Wanyi rashly now. The original plan was to use Fu Jingce's deep friendship with Liu Wanyi to blackmail him, but now it seems that the relationship between the two of them is not so strong.

In case the letter is intercepted halfway, it will be bloody bad luck.

How about writing a letter to Jinhong directly to inform him?
She hesitated.

Caught off guard, a familiar writing brush jumped onto her desk, it was Changsheng.

It seems that she has temporarily escaped Hua He's clutches.

Zhong Linlang patted a piece of clean rice paper on the table.

"Where's Huahe?"

Changsheng scribbled to write.

"She went to take a nap, she was horrible."

Zhong Linlang was overjoyed.

Hua He's real body is a beautiful lotus flower, if she knows that she is described as "scary", I don't know how she will feel.

Changsheng shook his head, as if he had lingering fears.

He quickly turned his attention to the letter on the table.

Changsheng bounced onto the letter paper, hanging down the pen slightly, as if reading a letter.

Zhong Linlang was very curious. She wanted to know how Changsheng, as a writing brush, read letters.

After a while, Chang Sheng seemed to have finished reading it. He seemed a little excited, and immediately drew a circle somewhere on the letter.

Zhong Linlang leaned over and found that he had drawn a circle on Fu Jingce's name.

"You know him?"

With a swipe of his pen, Changsheng said, "It's more than acquaintance!"

Zhong Linlang became excited: "Tell me! Tell me!"

"He's not bad at all!" Chang Sheng said impassionedly, "He is the best master!"

"Wait a minute!" Zhong Linlang raised her hand to signal Changsheng not to write, "What did you say? He is your master?"

Chang Sheng shook his head confidently, as if affirming her.

Zhong Linlang didn't come over for a while.

When I met Changsheng before, he said that he had been dead for almost three years, and he followed her through time because he was unwilling to be killed by someone, and he just woke up recently.

Now he admits that Fu Jingce is his master.

what's the situation? ?

"It's a good thing for the lord to become a demon king." Chang Sheng continued to write without repentance, and seemed to be in a good mood.

What a good thing!

It really is a brain fan!

"How could it be a good thing!" Zhong Linlang immediately became angry, and quickly retorted, "In the world three years from now, the people will live in dire straits, and the right way will die miserably, how can it be a good thing! Even if you are Fu Jingce's subordinate, you can't turn black and white!"

"Isn't all of this thanks to him?"

She noticed that her voice was a little loud and quickly lowered the volume.

Changsheng paused for a long time.

"This can't be done by the Lord." He continued to write, pausing as if he was recalling, "I remember that the Lord and I lost their souls at the same time."

...spirited?
If it's just the physical body destroyed, there is indeed the possibility of resurrection, but if the soul is scattered, then there is really no way to recover.

It is very difficult to retain a trace of sleeping spiritual consciousness like Changsheng.

Unless the obsession is extremely deep.

He said that Fu Jingce died at the same time as him.

This sentence means that in fact, Fu Jingce has been dead for almost three years.

how come?
Doesn't that mean that Fu Jingce never lived beyond three years?
Who will be the devil three years later?
Zhong Linlang was not sure how credible these words were.

Changsheng is his subordinate, so it is not surprising that he excused his master.

"Then..." Zhong Linlang was dubious, "How did you die?"

Changsheng continued to write: "That day I was with the Lord and watched him practice his mind. The Lord is always cautious, but something happened that day. A raging karmic fire suddenly ignited behind him. I rushed forward to stop it, but I was devoured. In that fire, I couldn't feel any living breath of the Lord. It was a karmic fire that burned people's souls and whipped people's bones. It was different from ordinary karmic fires, and neither the Lord nor I escaped."

He wrote very quickly and his handwriting was a little sloppy.

Zhong Linlang read it carefully, "So, you suspect that someone has harmed you?"

"Yes." Changsheng wrote, "This karmic fire is burning strangely. After I died, although my soul was scattered, I still retained a trace of spiritual consciousness. I was very weak and slept for a long time. When I barely woke up, I heard people from the Demon Palace say , the Lord was reborn from Nirvana. But I know that it was not him who was reborn from Nirvana in the fire."

"But I was too weak, couldn't hold on, and fell into a deep sleep for two years. After waking up, there was no way to take revenge. I heard before that there is a magical artifact in Tiangong, which can travel back. I want to change my destiny for the Lord, and I don't want others Kill innocent people indiscriminately under his banner. Later... you will know what happened later."

Zhong Linlang was silent for a while.

Seeing her hesitation, Changsheng shook his head and continued to write: "I know this sounds ridiculous, and I don't have conclusive evidence, but sometimes my intuition is like this... My intuition is right, I believe The devil in the world three years from now will definitely not be the master."

Zhong Linlang's head grew bigger.

Now the clues are too messy.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Changsheng wrote another sentence: "Is my handwriting pretty?"

"..." At this moment, Zhong Linlang was still in the mood to ask this, so Zhong Linlang could only nod honestly, "It's so beautiful."

"I was illiterate at first." Chang Sheng wrote, "It was the Lord who taught me how to write."

He wanted her to know that his master was so kind to him, he would definitely not be a murderous demon.

"Changsheng only asks God to help the master so that he can live." He seemed to be pleading, "I will remember the kindness of God in Changsheng's heart, and I will definitely repay God in the next life."

"Let me think about it first." Zhong Linlang sighed, "Go and find Huahe, I'll stay by myself for a while."

Changsheng's pen holder hit the table all of a sudden, as if kneeling down to her.

He bounced up and down to leave.

Zhong Linlang suddenly remembered something and called him, "Changsheng, can you tell me your name now?"

Changsheng tilted his head, as if he was thinking about something.

On the edge of the rice paper, three characters were left.

"Lu Changsheng."

Changsheng went out.

Zhong Linlang drank a cup of cold tea to calm herself down quickly.

According to what Changsheng told her just now, it is very likely that Fu Jingce three years later will not be Fu Jingce, but just pretend to be his identity to do bad things. In fact, the real Fu Jingce is dead long ago.

If this is the case, then didn't she make a mistake about the task object? !

Changsheng has only recently awakened.

The immortals who did the task before were not as lucky as her, and they probably didn't know the inside story.

But she wouldn't believe everything Chang Sheng said, and it wouldn't hurt to be on guard.

Her trial and error cost is not much.

This matter must be discussed with Ning Ye, Zhong Linlang plans to use the mirror of the past life to travel back at night, this time with Changsheng.

Face to face.

(End of this chapter)