Way of Choices

Qin Yin lingered around her.

She could not see anyone who played the piano, but only heard the sound of the piano, but did not know where it came from.

Where is the man who plays the piano?

Just a song.

She took out a square plate and placed it on the ground in front of her.

I don't know what material the square plate is made of. The body is dark like cast iron, but it is more moist than iron, like black jade, but stronger than jade.

Very complicated patterns and lines are painted on the surface of the black square plate. If someone who knows sees these patterns, it will probably be associated with fake Taoists outside the palace who fortune-telling and cheating money.

Yes, this is a chart of astronomy used to deduce the number of lives.

The places where the lines intersect are the positions of the stars, and the entire continent, only she and a few strong ones, understand that the lines are the trajectories of the stars.

Her hands fell on the chart of life, and then began to move, the movement was very natural and smooth, like the wind that evoked clouds between the cliffs, the phoenix bathing the fins by the sea.

With her movements, the patterns and lines on the astrolabe also started to run. The rotation speed of countless circles is not the same, some are fast and some are slow, and they look extremely complicated. , I'm afraid I will be blinded or even fainted. But she didn't. She looked at the astrolabe quietly, her eyelashes did not tremble, and she didn't miss even the most subtle changes in those pattern lines.

I don't know how long it took, she finished her deduction calculations, put away the chart of her life, walked a few steps outside the tree, took off her longbow, took the bow and arrow, and shot past somewhere at the end of the mountain road.

With a swish, the cliff at night was awakened.

The vibration of the bowstring made the lone tree sway, seemingly showing signs of being broken.

Then, a long time passed.

Nothing changed, the arrow seemed to disappear into the void, and she looked up somewhere in the night sky-where the arrow died-and thought for a long time in silence.

This is her arrow. No matter how powerful the enemy is, even the strongest in the Starfield, it is impossible to be so quiet, at least there should be an echo.

There is no response, only two possibilities. Tonight her enemy is much stronger than her strength, or there is something wrong with her calculated position.

The former is not possible, because this is Zhou Yuan, and if it is the Devil's strong man of that level, he does not need to wait until now, the other party should have already shot.

Then there is a problem with the calculated position. She is very confident in her deduction technique. If it is really wrong, there is only one possibility, that is, there is a problem with the position itself.

At this moment, she thought of a sentence just like when Chen Changsheng observed the monument in front of Tianshuling.

The location is relative.

Relative here refers to the relative in space, and the remote relative. If the space itself is not real and cannot be calculated, then the position in this space cannot be calculated.

Did this lonely mountain road lead to a false space? The soaring sound of the piano was welcoming her into this dead place, so she was so happy?

She walked up to the cliff, looked at the grassland in the distance, and began to think.

If the Black Dragon can see this scene, he must be able to understand why the Queen Mother would love this girl in white, because her appearance at this time is really like the Queen in her youth.

But the black dragon couldn't see it.

In her eyes, the girl in white walked under the lone tree, never moved again, did not take out the astrolabe, and did not shoot the arrow into the night sky.

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The world of Zhou Yuan has also arrived at night.

But there is no starry sky here, not because the snowflakes are flying too fast and the snow clouds are too thick, but because the shadow from the old snow town obscures the entire sky.

Here is too close to the old snow city, the terrifying devil does not need to leave the city, he can push his will here, into a shadow, watching the human indifferently.

If it is an ordinary human being, at the moment this shadow comes, it will be frozen into icicles, destroyed by consciousness, and finally turned into smoke on the snowfield, but Su Li does not, because he is not an ordinary person.

There was a clear wound on his left shoulder, but he couldn't see the bright red blood. He could only see the dark and thick things like ink, and the black water was still boiling.

What poison is this so terrible?

Su Li looked at the hill-like demon in the distance, and said slightly: "After so many years, you still only know the poison of these small families, and it is no wonder that you can only add the boss's instep in your life."

The demon will be ranked second in the Devil's army, it is the extremely terrifying and powerful Haidi Lord.

I didn't know how fierce the fighting was before. The second demon, Hai Di, left this terrible wound on Su Li's shoulder, but he paid a more terrible price.

His right arm was cut off by Su Li's sword.

But there was not much pain and anger on Haidi's face, only indifference.

He looked at Su Li and said: "It was cut off by you more than a hundred years ago, and can be raised for ten years. As for the boss's instep, if she is willing to lick me, I will kneel."

Su Li was surprised, and said, "That's how you Demon Race can be ashamed to such a straightforward level, but even if you lick the boss comfortably, now I am cut off, don't you fear that the third son will take advantage of it Killed your life and tore you to eat?"

Mozu respects strength, and the scene he said is really possible.

A voice rang in the night snow, it was the voice of the black robe: "This kind of thing will not happen, because I don't allow it, and your majesty doesn't allow it."

Hai Di looked at Su Li and nodded, picking up his arm and receding into the distance. Every step and foot fell, and a crack about several feet deep appeared on the snowfield. This is the result of his difficulty in controlling his breath after his injury. It is really hard to imagine what terrible power he had when he was intact. Of course, it is even harder to imagine how far Su Li, who cut off his arm with a sword, is so strong.

Although Su Li won a game, he had no chance.

Because there are two mountain-like shadows slowly approaching.

That is the fourth and seventh.

In order to kill this uncle Lishan, the Demon sent out too many strong men.

Those are the real powerhouses.

It was the first time this situation appeared since the end of the dim and dark war hundreds of years ago.

Su Li spit blood in front of her, rubbed her cold cheeks, and said, "One after another, are you bothered? Can you be more simple?"

The black robe laughed. Although he was covered by a hat, he could not see his face, but the smile in his deep sea-like eyes was so clear that the night could not be concealed.

He looked at Su Li and said with a smile: "You start to panic."

Su Liwei laughed and said: "Only those who really panic will panic and use this kind of psychological warfare."

The black robe said calmly: "Time is passing slowly. You don't know how long your daughter can last. How could you not be panicked?"

Hearing this, Su Li was silent.

From the beginning to the present, his lips have always been slightly raised, even during the **** battle with Haidi, and he has fully expressed his contempt and disdain for the devil's conspiracy and this piece of ice and snow.

At this time, the smile finally condensed.

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