My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

The two giants are both related to ancient civilizations more than 100,000 years ago.

The West calls it Anunnaki, the **** of wisdom Jiaxia.

The East calls it the ancestor of mankind in China, the Emperor Xia, the **** of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"They thought there was a prehistoric myth."

"But who knows, everything was created by me unintentionally in this era? What they traversed is nothing but the earth in the parallel universe, the hometown of the earth where I am suffering from disaster."

Fu Qingjun fell from the sky and stopped on the hair of a blonde beauty.

With his legs crossed, he sat on the girl’s head in an extremely leisurely posture, watching the scenery of the street in front of him,

"However, it is true that there are prehistoric times. Jiaxia has truly returned to the past...he and me are facing each other after hundreds of thousands of years."

"That stubborn man." Fu Qingjun looked back as if looking back, his familiar sentence still rang in his ear: Go to the next future.

"But now that I have come here, it is time to meet another deceased who lives here."

Fu Qingjun's expression was indifferent.

He mentally sensed that the head of the woman under his feet read the location of Boxle University.

The corner of his mouth raised a smile, "The autonomous region of the Hawkes Kingdom, built along the coast, is worthy of being the most famous university. It is blessed with a unique location and even occupies the best sea view."

Wow!

The wind howled, Fu Qingjun rode up the clouds, surrounded by sonic booms.

After a while.

Fu Qingjun fell and came to a street.

Dwarf green trees are all around on both sides of the street.

In the distance is a huge round arch, in front of which is a white square stone monument standing on the sidewalk, which reads: Boxle University.

Young men and women walked by the gate.

In the guard pavilion next to him, an old man with glasses was sitting in front of the window, holding a magnifying glass and studying a pocket watch. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a clock produced by Miao Chuntang.

"I read that Mayan book yesterday, and it made me feel that Professor Nasika is still a knowledgeable talent worth paying attention to."

Fu Qingjun floated lightly, bypassing the guard, and there was a blue seascape in the distance.

On the edge of the sea view, there is a huge fountain square, and a white statue stands in the middle. The sculpture is a mermaid. The figure is graceful and beautiful. It is obviously a masterpiece of a Western master craftsman.

Arriving in the History Department building, entering the three-story corridor, with a heartbeat, he perceives the familiar soul fluctuations.

at this time,

"Good morning!"

"Good morning!"

The tall Professor Nasika, while walking, greeted the teachers nearby.

"Professor Narcica, congratulations. The book you just published, "The Chronicles of the Mayan Civilization", has been very popular. It has only been two days and 70,000 copies have been sold."

"Yes, I heard that the reputation of the buying group suddenly exploded. Many of them are knights and warriors with strong consumption power, and even nobles, all have a staff... Liana, the martial arts emperor, is really a charismatic personality. A strong mythical character." A middle-aged, fat woman with freckles and a textbook in her arms laughed.

obviously,

Like Isaac, that period of Mayan history is too empathetic for warriors.

The exhaustion of the martial arts world, one person is a martial arts era.

Isn't it the decline of the martial arts in front of you? The heaviness and sadness between the lines in this word has infected everyone.

What's more, there is a reversal in the last scene.

The witch Udula was defeated by the demon lord, and Emperor Lianna re-emerged, blazing a trail of blood, taking the last afterglow of civilization into the depths of the fog, will martial arts re-emerge?

The big sales are not without reason.

In line with the tide of the times, there is a sense of substitution.

"Walking on the campus, many descendants of the knights of the martial arts department have been discussing recently. They said that Emperor Lianna, who suppressed the first life alone and turned his back to all living beings, is already their dream goddess." The fat woman hugged more. The student's teaching materials smiled again, "You are really a big figure in our history department."

"Thank you, go to class first, it's going to ring the bell." Professor Nasika smiled, bypassed the fat woman, and returned to his office.

Pooh!

The fat woman spit, and said to several professors nearby:

"This woman, relying on her husband Morton as the honorary deputy dean of our college, is a commander of the army on the front line, just for the sake of selling her books, making up her mind, it is a shame to our history department! She is full of lies, she should. Set on the shame of the church and burned to death!"

Several history professors next to him also echoed,

"I think so too, there are too many doubts. How can there be such a coincidence that it just fits the mood of those martial arts masters and archaeologically this period of Mayan history?"

"I haven't seen her where she went for archaeology recently, where did she get such a piece of historical material? So true and detailed, so vividly written? It's really suspicious."

"Witch, angel, demon... This is clearly adapted from the myth."

"The Mayan civilization is a real ancient history, but it was changed into this way by her demon."

The fat woman shook her head and shook her head, "This is too obvious to make up. Witches are used as villains. Witches are indeed a symbol of the uncleanness of the church and are to be burned to death.... He used this kind of villain to resonate among the knights. , Good calculation."

Fu Qingjun frowned.

Sure enough, where there are people, there is a Vanity Fair.

After listening for a while, I ignored it and continued to fly forward.

Suddenly, a history professor pointed to the sky outside the corridor and stammered: "Then, what is that?! God, angel?"

"Praise God, I saw angels." This professor is obviously a believer in the church.

Everyone was taken aback, instinctively watching, but there was nothing left.

"Asshole, you really were brainwashed by the *** man by Nasika." The fat woman scolded.

Fu Qingjun bypassed the noisy corridor and came to Professor Nasika's office.

The office is full of manuscripts and materials. The bookshelves are full of piles. They are obviously so dense, but they give people a very fair feeling~www.readwn.com~Professor Nasika, sitting in a chair to sort out the manuscripts.

These days, she still had the scenes of scenes in her mind, the tragic songs of the times, the blood of the earth, the wailing of the common people, and the stubborn Emperor Lianna, riding in the feathered serpent god, and finally walked into the depths of the dark mist.

Finally, what happened?

She cared more about that period of history than anyone else and couldn't sleep at night.

There will be rewards for your efforts.

But is this really the case in reality?

"Emperor Lianna, the common people have made a way out for her. She has done everything to restore the prosperous world. She is desperate, can she really succeed?" She has arched too much history, knowing that reality is extremely cruel, and she does not have to work hard. Return.

For example, today's knights have beaten their bodies since childhood, sweating endlessly, but they can't hold a gun of ordinary people.

"In that era, it was like our martial arts curse today, it has fallen, everything has fallen... Emperor Lianna, is she..." She couldn't help muttering, as if she was holding a fire of hope in her heart.

Whether Lianna can rise or not, seems to represent a glimmer of hope for them in this era

Suddenly, she heard a clear voice,

"Nassika, it's been a long time since hundreds of thousands of years have passed."

Professor Nasika was attracted by the sound, and she put down the historical materials in her hand and looked up to come and go here.

"you are..."

At this look, Nasika's expression was complex to the limit, "After hundreds of thousands of years, the iteration and destruction of countless dynasties, you are still alive."

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