A Million Survival Laws of the Savior

"Yeah, it's pretty good, until now...But because of an accident, I heard her talking with Xun Qing, and then I realized...Her reincarnation is complete, she is a heroic spirit who retains all memories .”

When Li Qinglian said this, her voice even trembled a little, it was a kind of speechless panic and confusion.

Bai Jue couldn't help shivering, he was startled all of a sudden, his eyes widened: "What the hell?"

Bei Gao said dryly: "She had already awakened the principles of heroic spirits when she was six years old, and gradually retrieved the complete memory of her previous life... But I have never been able to notice it, or in other words, her performance is too perfect There is no flaw at all, I have no way of noticing it, her talent and learning are always above mine, but she deliberately pretends not to understand, and maintains a poor grade, even if she makes others laugh, she always laughs foolishly and inappropriately. What happened, this endurance, this scheming, made me instantly terrified, if it were you, wouldn't you be afraid?"

"This?..." Bai Jue gasped, and his heart turned cold: "Hiss...you thought you raised a loli, but in fact you were raised by a loli! That loli Li is not a real loli! It's so scary! It's so scary!"

"Yeah, it's so terrifying." Li Qinglian's beautiful face was full of lovelessness: "I've been in a daze for half a year before I realized that the most stupid person is actually myself."

"According to your description, I now deeply feel that the sick and weak woman is not Lin Daiyu, but sick and delicate."

Just imagine, if it weren't for being sick and delicate, would it be possible to achieve such an extraordinary level?This is obviously very sick.

Bai Jue's eyes gradually became sharper: "Have you found her and confronted her face to face? Have you asked her carefully?"

"I do not have."

Li Qinglian shook her head, her hands with nowhere to rely on naturally dropped down, her cuffs were empty: "I don't have the courage, I don't even dare to ask her why, I can only drink here and feel sad alone."

He raised his head and took another sip of bitter wine: "Because I really don't want to hear too cruel answers...so I've been hiding. Because of this, she might think that I have changed my mind or something, Xun Sheng That’s why he was so harsh on me.”

"This is Xun Qing's fault. Why does she interfere with the relationship between you?" Bai Jue sighed: "Has the sage ever been in love? It's fine as a matchmaker. Why do I feel that she is acting more like an old man at this time?" What the hell?"

"Perhaps Xun Sheng hates iron but not steel, or maybe he can't see this kind of chaos and abandonment. She has witnessed the marriage contract, and of course she will not allow the marriage contract to fail." Bei Gao shook the jug and sighed : "I drank it all up... It will take some time to brew it again."

"You're still in the mood to drink... this is a major event in life, brother." Bai Jue held his chin: "What are you going to do?"

"Cold salad." Bei Gao asked back: "What else can I do? I am also very helpless."

"I think you should ask this matter clearly in person." Bai Jue looked serious, and there was no smile in his eyes: "Ask clearly, and you won't regret it."

Bei Gao paused, put the prevaricated words back into his stomach, and said sadly alone: ​​"No chance, I have missed the last time, originally I planned to ask clearly in person tonight, but I lost the courage to speak ..."

"Count! Why are you so cowardly!" Bai Jue slapped the railing angrily, his voice echoing in the corridor late at night.

"I'm very cowardly." Bei Gao's five fingers slowly tightened, he lost control of his emotions, and blurted out with a drunken roar: "If you have the courage, lend me some, Lord Savior! You don't It's the same, if you didn't escape, why can't you even remember what happened ten years ago! How can you still look like a teenager."

His fingers sank into the railing, and then slowly let go.

"We are just raccoons of the same feather, so don't laugh at anyone else."

"I'm drunk...don't worry about me, I'm going to be alone for a while."

Li Qinglian staggered away, her shadow was stretched under the moonlight, and her former back looked so lonely after losing her chic.

And Bai Jue just froze in place, with an uncertain expression.

The sentence he suddenly yelled contained too much information, and Bai Jue was completely confused. He knew his identity, he also talked about ten years ago, and even said that he had lost his memory.

What the hell is going on?

Ten years ago, another ten years ago?

What happened in this world ten years ago?

Bai Jue has never seen the Monument of the Holy Sword, nor heard the discussion of the heroic spirits. He only had the lowest level of cognition of the war ten years ago, but the asymmetry of information is bound to bring misunderstandings, and misunderstandings lead to new misunderstandings. Continue to rotate continuously until the parties have doubts.

At this moment, Bai Jue suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Why do so many heroic spirits seem to know themselves?

Why does my self-effacing self always become the center of chaos?

Why did I travel through time and space but didn't have any impact on this world?

Perhaps, all the answers can be answered tonight.

Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty Seven

In the remote part of the backyard of the Forbidden City in Yanjing, there is an ancient and vigorous tree, which has a nickname called the old crooked neck tree.

Such a tree with a strange shape and low appearance is also hundreds of years old.

The agreed meeting place was here. Fortunately, Bai Jue didn't get lost, and soon arrived at the destination after asking the guards on guard.

When he arrived, Wu Zhuanzhu was already waiting for him.

"Coming?" Wu Zhuanzhu turned his back to Bai Jue, with his hands behind his back, his back exaggerated solemnity.

"coming."

Bai Jue looked over Wu Zhuanzhu's shoulder, and saw an unnamed stone tablet half a person's height standing next to the old crooked-neck tree.

An ordinary stone tablet, without inscriptions or names, is like a fake stone of mountains and rivers that has been misplaced.

"Here, do you have any impression?" the uncle asked.

"No." Bai Jue shook his head: "It's very strange, and I don't have any memory at all."

"I think so. If you can really remember it, you should have remembered it a long time ago." Wu Zhuanzhu raised his hand and stroked the stone tablet: "This stone tablet was erected here ten years ago."

"You did it?"

"No..." Wu Zhuanzhu shook his head, raised his index finger and pointed at Bai Jue: "You erected it yourself."

"Me?" Bai Jue was taken aback, subconsciously about to refute, but couldn't speak for a long time... Maybe he really forgot something: "I was just a child over seven years old ten years ago, right? "