Chapter 514: Years of intertwined time (2)

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"The water word you wrote is still far away. I am careful to read it. I only write this one."
Lin Luoran heard this, and his heart settled down.
Not to mention the picture of the ridiculous beasts that have been seen in the dreams in front of the robes. From the scenes of the book in the book, Lin Luoran is completely fanatical about the strength of the robes.
Even if he borrows the demon body of Acacia now, he will not even beat the pseudo-saint who has just molded. !
The robe is free to raise his hand and refers to the pen. It is obviously an ordinary movement. He has done a sense of the meaning of Yunjuan Yunshu.
When he dropped the first pen, Lin Luoran was already keenly aware of his lack.
In order to grasp the shape and stroke of each character, whether it is in a dream or a few years of interplanetary navigation from the return of Nami, repeated writing, there is no burnout.
Her earnestly exchanged the most preliminary grasp of the eight characters, and the effect of the stunned and fascinating movement was first revealed, but it was far less than the effect of the robes when writing.
Lin Luoran thought that it was a low-level reason for self-cultivation. After reading the live version, I realized that the real difference is there.
How to say it, Lin Luoran himself wrote, because of fear of failure, a stroke, even a node is in accordance with the rules.
The same "water" word, the robes from the first pen a subtle turn, endowed with a fixed golden rune revitalized.
Is it full of aura changes because the robes combine the environment at this time?
Lin Luoran was reluctant to blink, every slight turning, the fierce spark of inspiration, made her heart stirred and excited. The cerebral cortex is active, and that is the effect that Lin Luoran will have in deriving changes in each node.
It turns out that a simple "water" word has such a strong plasticity!
When the robes finished the last stroke of retracting their fingers, a dazzling golden rune was a void plot. The of "water" is here, and the waters come to worship, enough to flood the snow water of the entire Qingqiu boundary, and are drawn by the force of heaven and earth, and come in the direction of the robe.
The snow water climbs over the mountains, crosses the gorge, and gathers from the distant border of Qingqiu. The creek gathers into the river and then rushes into the river. It runs along the reasonable river channel in the Qingqiu boundary. The white wave has just bought it. I have come from Sina. Waves and waves, water chasing water, occupying the rules of the snow in the southeast and northwest, reducing the damage of the flood to the Qingqiu boundary to a minimum.
As for the pseudo-virgin, there is no need to rob her to deal with her. The more and more abundant water vapor gradually ignited the flame. The long red dress was wet, and the long hair was tightly attached to the scalp without any sense of fluidity... The pseudo-god had never been so embarrassed in her life. If she was sober at the moment, she might die.
The robe floated in the air and looked at the opportunity. He waited for the moment when the flood merged from the four directions.
His palm is like a bottomless pit with a bait, attracting the flood to take the initiative to cast. His side face in the mist of water is infinitely blurred, and he can't see the appearance. It is even more difficult to think that he is possessed in the Acacia tree at the moment. The banshee.
It is clearly two completely different faces. The beauty of "no fragrance" is clear and beautiful, and the robes seen in the dream are extraordinarily ordinary and ordinary to the practitioners. The temperament is gentle and indifferent, as if If he is not careful, he will be ignored... It is obviously the same temperament as the five senses. Now he borrows the body of others and throws the delicate face of the Acacia Tree Demon aside, so that people can easily distinguish such two different "people."
Less than a quarter of an hour later, the last bit of snow was swallowed up by the palm of the robe.
The flood of the sky that can drown the world is turned into three blue water droplets of the size of the thumb. The flowing silver light shines in the depths of the water droplets, with a thin protective film on the outside, and it feels like a jelly.
The word "water" can be put up and released. Just as Lin Luoran writes the word "snow", he can melt snow after controlling the snow. The robes are written with the heart, and the gesture is established, and it will be aggregated according to his mind. flood--
"Don't underestimate these three small things, and you can squeeze one at a time. It's even worse than the dragons' winds and waves... But if you have made an exception, give it to you."
The robe slammed into the sky, and a white cloud turned into a silver light. He was caught in his hand and pulled into a translucent slender thread. Through three blue water droplets, he became a unique water drop necklace. . Looking far away, the clouds around the water droplets are deep and foggy, and the robes are caught by the clouds flowing over the sky. The scattered clouds are set next to the water droplets.
Speaking of it, most of the time for family and friends, Lin Luoran is giving, the gifts she really received are really few, and no one is like this.
According to the pseudo-virgin, she should be the "inheritor" in the robes, but his attitude towards her is far more favored than the general mentoring.
Although I have never really got along, but every time I help in a crisis, is this a silent concern? She can feel the robes to her back, has nothing to do with love, is a simple and sincere care, so that she will easily relax in front of the robes, will feel an unprecedented peace of mind.
Lin Luoran is not tempted, took the water drop necklace, the warm water vapor nourishes the soul of the soul, is actually the right medicine for her to know the sea?
Lin Luoran felt that a lot of words were coming from the tip of his tongue, and they all turned into a tacit understanding of silence. Her heart is filled with enthusiasm. It is similar to the singularity of "I will treat me with a national sergeant.
"What about her?..."
Baojia was implicated in the heavy blow of Xuejian. The speech was very stubborn. Lin Luoran woke up and looked at her direction... pseudo-god, she almost forgot!
The pseudo-virgin is in a very bad state now, and it seems that it is not bad to kill her.
However, for this enemies that have been entangled for hundreds of years, Lin Luoran is even the possession of the Virgin, and he is also straightforward because he is pitiful and let her go... This woman turned her hand over the rain, and even the suppression of the underground world can be two After a successful escape, she was obviously unable to escape this time if she was not assisted by her robes. For the pseudo-virgins who are good at grasping the existence of every fleeting opportunity, she will live for three hundred years, but the grass will not be rooted, and the spring breeze will be born again—the killing that the monk sometimes commits. Really helpless.
The robes clearly understand the principle of helping people to help the end. After consulting with Baojia, he barely thought much, and he had already stretched out his index finger and pointed to the pseudo-Saints.
At the fingertips, there was a flashing arc of the bala, and the shot was very fast. The action fell in the eyes of Lin Luoran and Baojia and was infinitely slowed down.
Lin Luoran was okay, so much for a while, Bao Jiaxiu was low and injured, only looking at his eyes, his eyebrows were close, and he quickly recovered his eyes and eyes, and his nose looked at his toes.
This finger, if the white fairy can see it, will be able to connect it with the memory of the black fog sage, and the fingertips of the bat bat elite.
In fact, after all, it was through the body of the Acacia Tree Demon, which had previously spent effort to destroy the flood. At this time, the arc of the finger flashed, and the momentum was pleasing. Compared with the shocking effect of dealing with blood bats, the effect was far from the same. .
In 10,000 years, his finger, no effort to eliminate the blood bat family elite, pointing to the occasion, regardless of the bat demon body or the soul of the soul turned into dust by the wind.
At the moment, one finger falls, and only the body of the false saints who have tried their best to reshape!
A pale green shadow is revealed, and the green-skinned person who can't see the face is the true face of the pseudo-virgin? Lin Luoran secretly guessed.
The robes seemed to hesitate for a short second. I don’t know if I remembered a little impression about a light green planet. I was about to make up another finger. The green shadow was a bit of a smile. A light scatters from the virtual shadow center, and she is proud of her. The biggest mistake in life is to not look at things that are not your own!
I am proud of her. If she is faced with a mortal situation, she is willing to choose her own hands and not leave her an opportunity to insult her.
Her name is Jingnan, from the depths of the universe, Mohano Star, is the most outstanding soldier of the empire!
"...Jingnan, my name is Jingnan."
Will you remember my name? Mohano Star is a vibrant flower tree, Jingnan.
She is not called a drought, not a self, not a jealousy. It is not a famous flower in the Chinese civilization of the earth. She is the most common and most common Jingnan flower.
Surrounded by comfortable warm light, Jingnan consciousness began to scatter.
She suddenly wants to go home.
............
The Jiuli Lady is dead.
The tight strings in Baojia’s heart were slack, and it’s hard to say.
The last scene of her life is somewhat lonely and ordinary than the pseudo-god's debut every time. There is no vigorous rebellion, but some generosity is the meaning of justice. The mortal often said that the sorrow is no more than the heart and death, despising the earth people for a lifetime, the pseudo-saint actually died in the idiom that the mortal often said, it seems ironic, but can not bear the irony.
Is it a pity for hateful people?
"Walk with me?" The robe interrupted Lin Luoran's contemplation.
She also has a lot of words to ask for robes, and apologizes to Baojia, and Lin Luoran and her robes landed together at a cliff waterfall. The environment is quiet and should be suitable for the next conversation.
"What is the inheritor of the pseudo-virgin, I am the inheritor of your choice?"
The words are interrogative sentences. In fact, she has already determined the answer, but she wants to get the robes to personally admit.
The previous attention on the pseudo-virgin, Lin Luoran said that the clear sky unconsciously filled with dark clouds, just escaped the blue hills of the disaster, it seems that there will soon be a heavy rain.
The robes also noticed the sky, and the smile that had been unconcealed in the eyes faded.
"Yes, you are the chosen inheritor."
When I heard the robes personally admit, Lin Luoran wanted to ask why she was selected, is it because of the little girl who was involved with her, she is not a descendant of her, or even... these problems are in her tongue When she came, she was swallowed by her, and she only asked: "Where are you now?"
Inadvertently, it has been changed. Some robes are not used to it, and they laughed for a long time: "I am in a place, away from the earth, the distance from this star field cannot be described in detail. In short, it is a far and far place. Only you are constantly on the road of practice. I will arrive... but it is a matter of time."
The distance that cannot be described in detail is only a matter of how many light years are different, but the difference between "boundary" and "boundary".
Just like her distance from the Lin family.
Lin Luoran was lost, the level of the robes, she could not imagine, "Would we meet again later?"
Just like now, no matter whether it appears in the face of others or in a dream, as long as the robes are always there, she puts the pinnacle in her heart.
"Hey, we can only see it three times before you go to that place in person. Now the opportunity is running out."
The opportunity has been used up? how come? !
Lin Luoran was shocked. Where did she see her robes three times? Wait, if the Baoji seriously injuries once in the new era, the dream is taught once, this time, it is really three times.
The robe saw Lin Luoran suddenly realized and lost expression, knowing that she did not know where to put the so-called three chances, Zhang Guan Li, he decided to do not correct. Although he has been through the beads, he witnessed her birth, and even grew up, sentimental injury, to open the space, but this silly girl, in the treasure cave completely do not know the excavation, and finally let him personally teach her how to practice gas ... Well, I have long known that she is not very smart and has something to worry about.
"Then, before I practiced, go to your place, you can't come to see me like this now?"
Do you have to have only three chances? Lin Luoran is very distressed, and with his ability, there is no way to break through the border?
The robe pointed to the cumulonimbus cloud accumulating at the top of the finger. "My appearance, even if it is a form of God, may disrupt the space and time rules of this world. I will use it three times. If there is another one, one of your loved ones, you The planet you are on will be countered by the rules of time and space, or the lives of your loved ones, the safety of your friends, and even the moon will disappear. Do you think it will be acceptable?"
Lin Luoran opened his eyes. "Then you are..."
The robes are overlooking the mountains and rivers, and the smiles in the voice are all gone, some helpless, and some are awkward.
"You don't have to worry, the time and space rules will not be counter-removed. Because what you see me, but it will be exhausted three times, and the body remains in this world for thousands of years. So the real distance between us, It’s not a distant starry sky. It’s the end of the flood. In the years, the intertwined time, so explain, you understand?

What you see me is just the remnant of God's thoughts before 10,000 years. The purpose of existence is to guide you to the path of practice again. Only when you break through the layers of the interface to find, or think of who you are, it is possible to see the real me.