Fantasy Data Villain

Ling Tianyu asked with a surprised face at this time.

"Eh..." You Ruoxue felt that there was a black line on her forehead, what happened to the Holy Son?

Is it really okay to look down on his elder brother so bluntly?

...Although I compared it with myself, it is true that my talent is poor.

But this is not a normal thing, twin brothers may be a natural genius and a natural useless.

"That, is there no problem? Holy Son."

You Ruoxue asked with some doubts.

"No, it's nothing, why don't you bring me one."

Ling Tianyu relaxed and said suddenly.

What surprised him just now wasn't the difference between You Ruoxue's elder brother and his talent, but rather the familiar feeling.

Chapter 1, My fate is up to me? (1) -->>(page 2/[-]), please click the next page to continue reading.

What surprised him just now wasn't the difference between You Ruoxue's elder brother and his talent, but rather the familiar feeling.

Ever since he became a professional in attracting protagonists, he had a slight interest when he heard this kind of deja vu routine.

Sometimes, fate is so wonderful that it cannot be separated from these little protagonists after all.

With this standard opening routine, he was confident that the great-great-grandson of brother You Ruoxue might be another minor protagonist.

"what."

You Ruoxue was slightly taken aback, she didn't understand what this Holy Son was thinking, but she nodded anyway, Ling Tianyu wanted to follow, but she still didn't understand why this Holy Son suddenly treated her elder brother like that. Interested in side places?

. . . . . .

Three days later.

"Holy Son, here we are, this is Fanhuazhou."

You Ruoxue pointed to a huge piece of land and said to Ling Tianyu.

Feeling the aura of this area, Ling Tianyu has already determined that although this place is not remote, it is definitely not a place where cultivation is prevalent......

No wonder You Ruoxue's elder brother is just a Judao, not only because of poor talent, but also poor environment.

Looking at the aura of heaven and earth in this place, Judao is probably considered to be a peak powerhouse.

"The place is okay."

Ling Tianyu said softly, sitting on the flying boat and looking at the scenery that was flying backwards, his eyes were a little hazy.

For some reason, as his strength improved more and more, he thought of the world where he was born in the past.

In that world, it is completely unimaginable that such a terrifying cultivation civilization really exists in the world.

He had this idea just now, and in an instant, the distance traveled by the spaceship was comparable to the distance of the sun.

This can be called a means of space leaping. Although technology can also realize it, it is just the fantasy of science fiction in the original world.

But now he really feels the power of fantasy, the world is shattered with a wave of his hand, and the world is created with a wave of his hand, he has reached this point.

It can be called a creator of the world.

"Holy Son, my home has arrived."

You Ruoxue looked at the ark that was slowly stopping at 1.5, turned her head and said.

Recovering from his contemplation, Ling Tianyu nodded, and just as he was about to go down, a young boy's unyielding roar came to his ears.

"My life is up to me, grandpa, why should I respect God for abandoning me? I still need to bow down to him."

The footsteps that Ling Tianyu was about to take just now stopped abruptly, a smile of interest appeared on his face, his gaze was lowered, and he looked down.

Directly through the hazy dark clouds, looking at the ground, at this moment a young man stood in front of an altar with an unyielding face.

"I control my own life?"

Smiling slightly, the expression in his eyes is unpredictable. .

Chapter 2, God: MMP Who did I provoke? ([-])

It seems that the path he is taking now is that he is the sky. (book=-house*0 small-}say-+net)

Thinking of this, Ling Tianyu smiled even more. He glanced at You Ruoxue, whose face was full of embarrassment, nodded his chin lightly, and then stepped out.

Come down to the ground.

An old man on the ground with a face of shock and anger was shocked, and looked at Ling Tianyu, who was floating down, wearing a white Taoist robe, like a son of a banished fairy.

Regardless of training his great-grandson, he immediately raised his hand in salute, his face full of respect.

"I don't know what advice this young master has for me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, seeing his sister, whom he hadn't seen for thousands of years, still maintaining her peerless splendor, floating down from the sky and standing behind the white-clothed young man, he felt a bit of astonishment in his heart, and his eyes trembled.

"Brother, long time no see."

With a brilliant smile on your face, You Ruoxue said softly, and then pointed to Ling Tianyu with a trace of respect in her expression.