The face of the stone statue is exactly the same as that of Roche, which is not a strange thing.
Because the person who carved the stone statue was originally himself.
But the stone statue has now collapsed and shattered, like an ancient tribe settlement that has become a mess.
The one who committed this crime was a group of outsiders.
They almost killed everyone here, leaving only A Yao, the survivor.
The leader of this group is Chuxue.
He was a swordsman in snow-white and clean clothes, and his face was as cold and pale as snow.
"The ancient tribe must perish."
Chuxue held a sharp white sword in her hand, and her expression was as cold as winter snow: "It's like the sun rises and the sunset is about to bloom. The so-called destiny is the so-called destiny."
"You don't have this opportunity."
Standing in front of Fujixue was Rochi, who was broken in clothes. He first glanced at the ancient tribe territory that had been destroyed in the blink of an eye, and then turned his head and looked at Fujixue coldly: "As long as I am here, your attempts will not succeed."
"You once became God, of course I can't see you."
Chuxue sneered, and a sarcastic expression appeared in her eyes: "But now that you have fallen to the lower realm, you must have experienced a great change, right? Even if you refuse to admit it, you can see from your embarrassed image, how much power can you exert as God now?"
"You underestimate the existence of God too much."
Roach shook his head slowly: "You don't understand how outrageous you are, nor how heavy the price you will pay next."
"I don't mind trying it with my sword."
"Of course I don't mind giving you a favor."
Roche looked at the other person coldly: "But I have been asking you since the beginning, do you seem to know me? And judging from the expression you just recognized me, we still had deep grudges before?"
"That's natural!"
A few traces of ferociousness suddenly appeared on Chuxue's face. This ferociousness greatly destroyed his handsome beauty: "I have killed you thousands of times even when I dreamed. It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to realize my dream before, because the distance between man and God is too far, but I still didn't expect that the sky would actually pity me so much and actually gave me a chance to realize my dream with my own hands."
"I understand how much you hate me."
Roche nodded lightly: "If possible, can you tell me why this is all? Although it sounds a bit ashamed, I really don't have any impression of you."
"That's probably because I was just a tiny dust to you at that time!"
A deep hatred and unwillingness emerged in Chuxue's eyes: "My name was Zhang Dong at that time. He was originally a successful person living in a modern city, but later he traveled to a strange ancient overhaul world..."
With his narrative full of hatred, an old past finally began -
That happened a long time ago.
Zhang Dong stood in front of the clean and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the endless traffic flow under his feet.
It's like looking at your own kingdom.
With the resources of the family and his own talents, Zhang Dong personally built a strong business empire. His former competitors have been completely defeated, and now he is standing on the top of the pyramid.
But all this will be concluded.
Although Zhang Dong has unattainable wealth and status, he is still vulnerable to his real opponents. The family business he worked hard to achieve has now become a rope hanging on his neck.
Zhang Dong knew that he was destined to not see the sun tomorrow.
He must die.
This will allow those enemies to rush forward with peace of mind and greedily share the sweet cake that originally belonged to him. As long as he has not fallen from the throne for a day, their bloody fangs will not be put away for a day.
This is human nature.
A self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Dong's mouth. He took out the white pill that had been prepared from his arms, and finally took a look at the bustling scenery outside the window. Then he swallowed the white pill without hesitation.
Then my body fell down straight.
Zhang Dong's thinking paused at this moment, and infinite darkness appeared in front of his eyes.
He floated in this darkness.
His former life has been cut off from him, and what appears before him is a strange world. The territory of the world is beyond imagination. All powerful countries stand in the same sky, jointly maintaining the chaotic world that has lasted for a hundred years.
And Yue is just a small country in the south.
Six years ago, Prince Goujian of Yue inherited the throne. Since then, the country has gradually become stronger and the people have been able to live a prosperous life. Although Wu and Chu have been eyeing each other, they have never provoked a real war.
It is the time for good weather now.
Goujian has two sons in total. The eldest son Lu Ying has been made the crown prince. He has been known as a child prodigy since childhood. The most rare thing is his kindness. Unfortunately, he has always been weak and sick. He was even more plagued by illness two years ago. It is said that he almost passed away at that time.
Fortunately, he finally recovered smoothly.
All the people of Yue celebrated for this for three days, but no one knew that the real prince was dead.
Another soul awakens in his body.
Roach's soul.
The third prince, Lu Ying's younger brother, was also robbed of his soul.
That is Zhang Dong.
That day, he looked at the face in the bronze mirror, and a voice always echoed in his mind.
I have become another self.
The ups and downs of the previous life were like a black and white movie, and his story had already ended before it even began.
Opening your eyes is another kind of upside down.
The bronze mirror reflects a strange face, and this young man is obviously who he is at this moment.
And kneeling in front of him were a group of guards with swords.
Outside the door was a chaotic scream and scream.
"Stop them!"
"The right guards all follow me and kill them without leaving any armor!"
"Who leaked the news?"
Zhang Dong's mind was already in a mess, and the jumping scene made it difficult for him to adapt. Before his thoughts were separated from the fact of death, his mind had already poured in, and his memories were forcibly torn into pieces. The severe headache was always following him, stimulating his nerves and brain cells.
The headache never improved, and the chaotic memories were torn into pieces.
His life has always been smooth sailing. Such a life is not exciting, but it is enough to satisfy him.
Zhang Dong felt a split headache again.
Chaotic memories poured into my mind like waves, almost tearing them apart with his soul. The scenes before his death appeared one by one, but what I saw when I opened my eyes was no longer familiar scenery, but strange palaces and pavilions.
Kyoto City is a prosperous thousand-year-old ancient city.
There are rivers everywhere here.
Chapter completed!