Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

Gu Bai asked, "what is the test of this level?"

In the memory that pair of lofty eyes and in front of the eyes with light green pupil overlap together, cold Shadow Studio suppress the waves aroused in the heart, cold shadow re look to Gu Bai.

"Don't worry, your highness. I'm not competing with you." He shook his head and sighed, "it's not so much a test as a memory."

"This level," he said with a smile, "just wants to remind you of the past. The more things you remember, the more divine power you can integrate."

As soon as his voice fell, all around him suddenly became a vast expanse of white. At the foot of the star is a dotted, winding road.

However, only Gu Bai and Qingchen could see the scene.

In the eyes of other people who arrive at the sixth floor, it's still a dark and mysterious floor. With a wave of the long sleeves, there are many puppets in the shape of human beings. There are two hidden fires in the eyes, which are gloomy and weird.

These puppets are their test.

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Remember the past?

Whose past?

Gu Bai followed the road and walked forward slowly. As if he was out of his body, he fell gently into the broad area, and the stars at his feet were gradually integrated into his body.

Step out.

Who weeps, who sighs.

There is a burst of light in my mind, a clear and pleasant voice sounded: "who is coming?"

Gu Bai blurted out: "Chaoge City, floating life."

A blue shirt followed, like a ball of wind across the sky. As he got closer and closer, Gu Bai saw his face clearly.

The man raised his head, and his beautiful eyes inevitably fell into his eyes.

Gently pick up, it seems very romantic and gentle, filled with a Wang water like, a trace of sentimental dye in the corner of the eye. However, deep into the eyes, and feel a bit cool.

Where is the clear spring, clearly is the cold pool.

Where is beauty, it is poison wine.

That's Master?

He looked at the people at the gate of the mountain and said in a voice, "Why are you here?"

"Baique," Gu Bai heard his voice clearly and sounded slowly, "naturally, for you."

It turns out that the man who looks so similar to Liu Qingjun is Bai que.

One more step.

It's Kunwu's ten mile peach forest, green shirt and black hair, walking in it. Some people coax him. Yanbaique is late and needs to be punished by himself. Baique then raised his glass and drank it.

Narrow and long eyes slightly astringent, crumpled half of the wall of spring.

Clearly, all kinds of bustle, all kinds of romantic, but not equal to his own drink, canthus brow dyed with the amorous feelings.

Another step.

Then it was another meeting on the wedding day of the Dragon Emperor.

Fusheng rarely wears the red clothes representing the emperor of the Dragon nationality, and the silver thread embroiders the dragon body with auspicious clouds and dignity.

But he was too thin. The red suit didn't show any dignity, on the contrary, it showed the casual charm.

It's not the kitsch of soft women, but it attracts people's eyes like an abyss and sinks into it a little bit.

Next to someone steal praise way: "Floating Life His Highness this body, and the West Cang that really match."

So his eyes followed.

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were warm, and he was still wearing light green clothes.

Feeling the vision of floating life, the young man raised his glass and raised it to him from a distance.

It's Bai que, Gu Bai's epiphany.

The last step.

The wounded floating life was half kneeling on the ground in embarrassment. In the ruins, it was full of bleak cries.

He clenched his hand and his fingertips turned pale.