Lying on his back on the bed, Liu Qiankun was tossing and turning. His calm and calm mood in the past was indeed like autumn grass tonight. All of this was not entirely due to Long Teng's criticism of the destiny of the Ancient Dragon God before he was executed.
He felt as if he was trapped in an endless quagmire.
What is destiny? What is destiny? Is it a human being? Is it an immortal? Or a god hiding in a mysterious space overlooking all this? After thinking about it over and over, he finally had no clue. Liu Qiankun faintly found that he had
I am caught in some kind of invisible dispute. It seems far away, but in fact it is everywhere. The word "Destiny" is like a thin thorn piercing the back muscles. It cannot be removed, but it still hurts.
The cold wind outside the window caused the curtains to groan from time to time. Just when Liu Qiankun was upset, he saw only a shadow of a person in front of the window.
"Who?" Liu Qiankun sat up, with two cold lights flashing in his eyes. With his current level of cultivation, it was definitely not an ordinary god who could come to his window quietly, at least not even the four great god kings.
arrive.
"The manager, Bai Han, would like to see the Young Mansion Master." The figure in front of the window nodded his head and responded respectfully.
Liu Qiankun's heart moved, and he thought to himself: Today at Tenglong God's Mansion, I saw that Bai Han's cultivation was quite good. Unexpectedly, it was much higher than I imagined. Let's see what kind of tricks he came to play late at night. If so,
A person with ulterior motives must help his foster father pull out this poisonous light even if he has to fight to destroy this divine palace today...
Building a divine palace does not require a lot of hands and feet. Liu Qiankun made up his mind and grabbed the Golden Crow Emperor on the pillow and put it on his shoulders. He sat up straight and said, "Mr. Bai, please come in."
The door creaked open, and Bai Han walked in with a smile on his face, holding a sky-blue long-necked jade vase in his hand. He stepped forward and saluted Liu Qiankun, "Bai Han has met the Young Master."
Liu Qiankun smiled calmly and said, "I wonder what Mr. Bai is doing here so late at night?" After saying that, he stretched out his palm to stroke the hair on the head of the Golden Crow Emperor, but inadvertently picked up a handful of golden hair between his fingers and pulled it.
The Golden Crow Emperor tilted his head, and a pair of small eyes swept around Bai Han's face. The owner's little movements just now told him to be careful and watch out for the smiling god in front of him.
Bai Han seemed not to be aware of the crisis at hand, and smiled calmly: "Young master, are you worried about fate and rebellion?"
Bai Han's words were astonishing, and his pair of deep eyes looked directly at Liu Qiankun without hesitation, like two bottomless springs.
"Oh!" Liu Qiankun was slightly surprised, but felt a sense of pain in his heart, because his psychic power could no longer clearly see what Bai Han was thinking, so he could only express a surprised sound.
"Why don't you tell me and listen!" Liu Qiankun's eyes narrowed and he said something calmly.
Bai Han smiled and held the jade vase in his hands forward: "Young Master, please open this vase of ten thousand thoughts. There is a detailed explanation in it." After speaking, he lowered his head and raised the jade vase a little more.
Liu Qiankun took the bottle, and it was as light as a weight. He subconsciously put it to his ear and shook it. He didn't hear the sound of an object hitting it. He then removed the cork with his palm.
With his current level of cultivation, he is not afraid of any strange poisons, not to mention that he is proficient in alchemy and doesn't care about these little tricks at all.
"Eh!" There was no sound from the bottle. Liu Qiankun turned the mouth of the bottle over and patted it with a sigh. There was not even a trace of dregs on it. It was colorless, odorless, and completely empty. Surprised, he finally did it.
In a bold move, he released a ray of spiritual consciousness and probed into the bottle.
laugh!
A dense white mist emerged from the mouth of the bottle, turned into a cone-shaped mist arrow and shot straight towards Liu Qiankun's eyebrows. The Golden Crow Emperor saw it clearly, and flapped his wings to create a gust of wind, trying to roll back this strange mist.
Bai Han frowned, but did not stop him. He saw the white mist rising upwards, as if it had gained spiritual power in vain, and penetrated into Liu Qiankun's top door with a snort under the cover of his front door.
Plop!
There was a muffled sound, and Bai Han was already kneeling on the ground, shouting: "The emperor has returned, our way is prosperous..." When he raised his head, his face was filled with tears. This man had never been in front of any god.
The kneeling Manager Bai not only knelt down tonight, but also cried.
Liu Qiankun felt a dizziness in his mind. As soon as he let go of his hand, the blue jade bottle fell to the ground with a thud and fell into pieces. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength and fell on his back on the bed. The Golden Crow Emperor saw on his shoulder.
Seemingly burning with rage, he leaped into the air with a roar, and pecked down the top of Bai Han's head with his pointed severed beak. He was about to kill this bold and arrogant god right under his mouth.
Although the Golden Crow Emperor has not yet transformed into his true form, his strength has not diminished at all. With one move of his mouth, Bai Han will be able to peck out the flesh of Bai Han. At this critical moment, a lazy drink will fill the Golden Crow Emperor with rage.
All are extinguished.
"Xiao Huang...don't hurt his life, drive him out..." Liu Qiankun suppressed the dizziness in his head and shouted to stop the furious Golden Crow Emperor. He saw it flap its wings, and a strong gust of wind blew away the people on the ground.
Bai Han rolled back out and landed somewhere with a bang. Even a wall was knocked out with a large human-shaped hole.
"Xiao Huang, no one is allowed to come in, remember...any...person..." Liu Qiankun burst out a sentence from between his teeth, then closed his eyes, and there was no more sound.
The white energy that penetrated into the mind rushed directly to Yuanshen Xiao Liu, spinning like a whirlpool and turning into little white lights flying away. The little white lights turned into clear and clear images with a halo of light.
Pictures shuttled rapidly through Liu Qiankun's mind.
Various scenes in the picture overlapped and changed, with people, objects, and things... Liu Qiankun subconsciously scanned the pictures quickly with his spiritual consciousness, and saw a white-robed god smiling at him. A very familiar smile, which made him laugh.
It felt like a spring breeze. The man's face was very clear. In his daze, Liu Qiankun even had the illusion that it was himself. It was exactly the same, but the man's smile was not as evil as his, and the expressions on both cheeks were surprisingly symmetrical.
The smile of a newborn baby is so pure that there is no trace of fireworks.
The scene flashed, and a man dressed in white robes stood proudly on the top of the mountains. The hunting mountain wind blew his long hair up. The man was smiling again, because he understood the most mysterious law in the world, a white jade-like sword.
The palm of his hand poked out from under his long sleeve, and a bit of green sprouted in the man's palm, heading, branching, and scattering leaves. In an instant, it grew into a small tree that was more than a foot long. The flowers bloomed, withered, and produced a red fruit.
.
The man in white robe shook his palm gently, and the fruit tree disappeared in an instant, leaving only the delicate fruit in his palm. He turned his palm and brought the fruit to his lips and took a bite. The sweet juice overflowed from the corner of his mouth...
Smiled, still pure.
(Update, smash the free gold medals! The chrysanthemums are broken and the ground is yellow! Painful and helpless!)