0295 old things are mentioned again

Qian Dai said, "Well, Haoshen laughed, but I'm the only one who is the first to look at it. I dare not take this. And it's also a little unrealistic. Which major resolution of ours was not decided by the Eight Gods Council?

"Along, why didn't you take your precious apprentice with you?" Augustus said with a strange smile.

Long Xuanyu twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "He, he, he, this has nothing to do with him, right?"

Chiba Xun said, "Don't worry, now the staff has gone to investigate. However, all eight of us seemed to know about this before the announcement of the closure of the entrance of the space-time tunnel..."

Long Xuanyu said, "It means that this is not the work of any of our eight gods, right?" Speaking of this, his eyes were furious and said angrily, "This little bastard, if this is really what he did, let's see how I deal with him!"

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Dark and stormy night.

Surrounded by mountains, where the clouds are steaming, the woods are forested, and the night wind is gusty.

In this bleak storm, the sound of extremely sad Dongxiao keeps coming, which makes people involuntarily feel sad after listening to it.

The Violet Beetle shuttle is still parked in a misty valley in Xiaolan Mountain.

In this vast rainy night, what kind of feelings did the blower stand alone on the top of the shuttle plane, with confused eyes and complicated hearts?

The rain is pouring, and it can't be stained at all. However, the rain flew into the eyes of the flute man, turned into tears, and flew to another world, a distant and quiet bamboo forest water cave.

The water hibiscus swayed in the cave; the smoke cage and bamboo becomes a forest in the wind.

Who provokes the hurt of a blowjob? Who is hurting people for blowing the flute?

The girl stood behind the shuttle and silently looked at the slightly desolate back of the blowjob man. She didn't know what she was thinking.

The blower felt her persistent eyes, and the sound suddenly stopped.

The blowjob man turned around and his eyes fell on the girl's pale but pure face. Once upon a time, an equally pure face always surrounded him.

But the past is over. He has turned her into a buried memory, only on such a rainy night. Because the rain pouring from the sky is like the water curtain in the water hole, it keeps making a sound when it falls, which evokes more or less dreamy past.

"Lu Qingyin, your special training is not over yet. What are you doing here?" Zhu Xiao frowned and questioned quite harshly.

Lu Qingyin said, "Because I heard the teacher's flute, I ran out to have a look."

The bamboo flute flew to her side and said, "Let's go back." Saying that, he had drilled into the shuttle, and Lu Qingyin followed him closely and boarded the shuttle.

Lu Qingyin asked, "Teacher, when can I go home?"

Zhu Xiao said, "Are you homesick so soon? Didn't you say that you don't have any relatives at home?

Lu Qingyin said, "But with my classmates, I haven't seen them for a long time. Besides, my high school work is more intense than that in junior high school. I don't want to take too many classes."

Zhu Xiao said, "Life here will not affect your life in this time and space. Don't worry, you will only go back a few minutes after you leave."

"Well, that's great." Lu Qingyin said excitedly, "Well, when I can go back, will the teacher go back with me?"

Zhu Xiao said, "I have something to do. Besides, that's your time and space, not mine. There is nothing special to do. I won't go there.

Lu Qingyin asked curiously, "What does the teacher's time and space look like?"

One sentence made Zhu Xiao's heart hurt inexplicably. He was unconsciously stunned and said coldly, "Don't ask what you shouldn't know."

After saying that, Zhu Xiao walked to his bedroom. Lu Qingyin still followed him like a tail.

"I'm going back to my room to rest. You can go to the training room." Bamboo flute.

Lu Qingyin said, "We all respect teachers very much. Teachers want to rest, and students should serve and take care of them next to them. They can't do their own things until the teacher falls asleep."

Zhu Xiao looked at her, and the corners of her mouth were undetectedly **. Suddenly, the contactor of the watch vibrated. Zhu Xiao immediately connected the contactor, and a little young and familiar sound came from his ear.

"Senior Zhu Xiao, it's me. I believe you won't forget this pawn who was swept to the Violet and planned to take it away..."

Zhuxiao was stunned and had already thought of this person, a 15- or 16-year-old teenager, a proud disciple of Hao Shenlong Xuanyu. Not long ago, he just heard that he was exceptionally promoted to the divine level and was given the title "Cang". How could he forget such a famous person?

A cold light flashed in Zhuxiao's eyes and said in a low voice, "It's you."

"Yes." Ye Feng answered faintly.

Zhuxiao said, "You dare to take the initiative to contact me."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Ha ha, I just want to ask my predecessors, do you still remember what happened in the first flood world 180,000 years ago that caused a sensation in the whole time and space?"

Zhu Xiao's face changed when he heard it and said, "What do you want to say?"

Ye Feng said, "If you want to know the answer to that matter, come to the first flood." After saying that, he hung up the contactor.

Zhu Xiao's fist was unconsciously clenched, and even his body trembled a little.

That incident, the thing that changed the fate of his life, is mentioned again today, 180,000 years later. But this time, is it still aimed at him as before? Or will the truth come out?

Over the years, he has not cared about other people's misunderstandings. But he needs the truth.

He needs to know who has this ability to make him carry this heavy black pot for the past 180,000 years, and even his dearest people can't believe him; let his closest friends turn to him?

Contact with the watch contact, and the shuttlers are all using voice transmission to enter the secret, so Lu Qingyin, who stood aside, did not know what Zhu Xiao was talking about. He just saw that his expression was first shocked and then turned into extreme pain, so he guessed that the content of the phone call was extremely important for Zhu Xiao.

When it was found that Zhu Xiao's face softened a little, Lu Qingyin asked, "Teacher, what happened?"

"It's okay." Zhu Xiao said coldly.

But Lu Qingyin recognized that his voice trembled a little and unconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the bamboo flute's clenched fist.

Feeling her soft and warm hands, Zhu Xiao suddenly shook and turned his head to look at Lu Qingyin.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Lu Qingyin asked.

"It's okay." Zhu Xiao's answer remained unchanged, gently shaking off Lu Qingyin and clenching his hand. However, there was no longer anything strange in his voice, and the trembling in his heart had calmed down.