My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"There are no peach trees here anymore, and there are no hibiscus forests either."

Fu Hua's voice suddenly paused.

"..."

Both sides fell silent at the same time.

"I'm sorry, Colonel Ji Zi, I lost my temper." After a while, Fu Hua said lightly.

She is the mature and stable monitor again.

"Is it important?" Ji Zi asked softly.

"No...it's not important." Fu Hua's words paused. "At least for action, it's not a big deal."

"Okay." Ji Zi nodded, believing her easily.Then he said, "Then I won't ask."

"...Thank you." Fu Hua was silent for a moment, then whispered.

Indeed...she wasn't lying.

That is really not an important thing for the task.

But to her...it's very important, even if it's important to say ten thousand times, it's okay to remember no matter how long the past is, even if it's worth using your life to protect that past.

But she forgot so easily.Forget about all of them.

Ten thousand years ago, there was a tyrant digging out a mountain to smelt a mountain of bronze.Xiuhuang Bridge Nine, pave [-] Zhang white jade gods, cast colorful flags [-], copper lamps [-], sword guards [-].Sprinkle ten miles of peach blossoms, wrap twenty miles of red silk, conscript [-] women each hold a lotus lantern, exempt from taxation for [-] years, and celebrate with [-] million people.

to marry two people.

It was a night, the city was full of lights, and the roofs of the roads on both sides were full of laughing children, eating the precious candy given by the guards, and watching their extremely revered gods marry their wives.

That man started from the high platform that Ji Zi had just set up, walked ten miles, saw congratulators rewarded with a hundred catties of grain and congratulators with a piece of silk, and walked in front of her and Xuanyuan who were tied there.

"I know that you guys are very unwilling to lose the bet, but it's okay." He said softly.

"If you are not alone, you will be alone. How about it?"

ps:

Finally, four hundred chapters!

As I write this, the final climax of this volume||climax is coming.Then the next volume is the finale.

To be honest, when I first made the outline of this place, I also considered the plot trend of Xuanyuan Qiang marrying Shennong as Mrs. Yazhai, which is undoubtedly compared with the attack and suffering that fit the original plot of Honkai.

After all, whether it is from Sanbengzi's own copywriting design ideas, or for you guys.Wow, the heavenly rich loli wants to keep you, how exciting.Much more interesting than the domineering president Mary Sue.Boys think Mary Sue is an idiot.I know.

But the point is, I'm not a big man.

To be honest, if this plot is at the beginning.In order to cater to the tastes of readers, I must write Xuanyuan Qiang Shennong as Mrs. Yazhai.No way, start by attracting readers.

Author's message:

But isn’t it all coming to an end soon? The last tenth of it is less than one tenth of it. Anyway, I’ve seen it all here, so I’m not afraid that you won’t see it.I'm being selfish.

If you don't look at the domineering president, I will!You don't want Mary Sue, I want it! (shock!)

So I just wrote it like this, hehehe.Anyway, it doesn't have much impact on the overall story.

Well, that's it.

By the way.

Chapter push a friend's new book.

"Actor's Cultivation Plan"

Brief introduction: After an awards ceremony, a reporter found the great director Kiryu Nanya, who helped the heroine win the actress trophy again, and interviewed him.

Reporter: Director Kiryu, congratulations to the heroine of your movie for winning the actress again. May I ask why you can do it every time?

Seven Nights: Because I am very good at discovering the beauty of women, in my eyes, whether it is a royal sister, a loli, a pseudo-mother, long hair, short hair, modern, ancient costume, arrogant, radio wave, sick, queen, princess, saint, eyes girl , ghosts, elves, beast-eared girls, and even seventeen or eighteen-year-old old women, they all have their own beauty, and I just show them to the audience.

Reporter: Something strange seems to have gotten in?

Seven Nights: That's your illusion.

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PS: This is a story (wrong?) of a traveler's director constructing the Xingyue film and television universe in a parallel world.

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No matter what twists and turns happened on the road, what unexpected things happened, how surprising it is.Nothing can change an impending fact.

Ji Zi and his party finally walked through the long ancient roads of the city and came to the deepest part of the palace complex in the age of mythology.

What finally appeared in front of them was an extremely tall ancient bronze gate.

The red-haired Valkyrie raised her hand and caressed the bronze door that had been covered with dust for thousands of years.The cold temperature of the metal is transmitted from the door to the fingertips, carrying the coldest and coldest chill.The cyan patina has densely covered the metal surface, like the spots left by time on the face of an aging old man.The original carved lines on the above can no longer see the specific details.Only the outline of the divine bird spreading its wings could be vaguely seen.

This door has not been opened for ten thousand years.Ten thousand years ago it represented the supreme dignity and nobility of the gods, and ten thousand years later it represented the history and remains left by a civilization.The two are equally thick, the difference is that they belong to the vigorous vitality of the living and the peaceful sleep of the dead.

It has been sleeping here for a full [-] years. It has been so long that the situation outside has changed, and it has been so long that nature has changed.Now finally, a group of people came to it across thousands of years, not to worship, but to find the remains of the former gods.

Kiana, Raiden Mei and Bunonia stood behind Wuliangta Himeko in turn.Everyone including the Hyperion is staring at this door at the moment.Everyone watched as Jizi stretched out his hand to touch its door knocker, but no one made a sound to break the silence.