Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

"Okay, you do need a good rest."

"Just pick me up at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"no problem."

The black car drove out of the cabinet and bypassed the main road in Xianyang. Wan'er's cheek was lightly pressed against the window of the car, and the gorgeous scenery of the city's feasting and feasting bloomed in her eyes. She stared long and touched the window of the car.

Seeing the little girl from the Xie family who was closing and locking the bakery, Wan'er rolled down the car window, smiled and waved her hands.

"Sister Wan'er..."

Xie Daoyun excitedly stretched out his hand and waved vigorously, watching the black car go away, knowing that Shangguan Wan'er worked overtime every day and didn't even have time to go home, but she was rational and at the same time inevitably lonely.

The girl sighed, locked the door, and silently watched the dismal sales.

If you really want to start your own business, selling yourself to keep the bakery running is not enough.

"Hello, little girl, do you know the young man who drove the car here during the day and afternoon?"

Facing the policeman's gentle questioning, Xie Daoyun thought of the fiancé fiancé, feeling more and more depressed, and nodded helplessly.

"Know, acquaintance."

"That's great. These are his mobile phone and wallet that were stolen during the day. Can you help pass them on to him?"

"Ok."

Xie Daoyun took it, and then saw a picture scroll, and vaguely remembered the one that was a bit like the one carried by the illegitimate son of the Shangguan family.

Seeing the girl look over suspiciously, the police officer sighed, "This painting is the kid who stole the young man's wallet during the day, but he forgot it at the police station after writing the record. I've been off work for a few hours now, and I'm still looking for the owner all over the world." , bitter."

"I also know that person, please give it to me, I will help pass it on." Xie Daoyun said politely.

"That's really too much trouble. It's absolutely impossible. I'm sorry."

As he said that, the film police forcefully stuffed the picture scroll into the girl's arms, "If you insist, alas, this child... Thank you, my wife is urging me again."

Xie Daoyun: "..."

With a long sigh, he put away the scroll and prepared to give it to Mr. Shangguan early in the morning. He took a taxi back to a villa area, took out the key to open the door, and turned on the light. Not surprisingly, his parents went to deepen their friendship with the Wang family.

He changed his shoes at the door, took a shower, curled up on the sofa with his knees in his light white underwear, and watched TV.

A stereotypical hero saves the world.

A stereotypical princess marries a hero.

In fact, no one ever asked the hero if he would save the bad world, or if the princess would marry a stranger...these are all pre-determined tasks in the script, and every step and every link are born without mistakes Gorgeous and beautiful.

From her point of view, following fate is the beginning of tragedy.

At this moment, his attention shifted to the picture scroll on the coffee table, and he stretched out his fingers unconsciously. When the girl responded, the picture scroll had already been unfolded by her.

"!!!"

Xie Daoyun was stunned for a moment.

Did the hand move naturally just now?

Illusion, it must be an illusion!

"A sketch of an ink painting? A family portrait... Signed at the level of a high school student, it's a messy mix and match."

As soon as the finger touched it, it stretched out across the scroll, as if a vortex was hidden inside to attract her, but when she tried to stretch it out again, she couldn't use any force, and she couldn't make a sound when she screamed.

Help.

Help……

Help! ! !

A terrified expression froze on that pretty face.

Until her body inevitably sucked into the painting, she saw Qionglou Yuyu in the ancient glow.

A mystery beyond all rhetorical descriptions.

The only light in the darkness exploded in her eyes, and the magnificent ancient buildings lay across the sky.

It was the young man in ancient costume whom he had seen during the day, with his arm on the railing, like a saint, quietly overlooking the ancient capital, witnessing the accumulation of technology from scratch.

This is the imperial capital.

But not today, a century ago, no, earlier than that.

She, Xie Daoyun, saw the time, a time that she couldn't touch or touch.

The girl saw the door and pushed it open.

The sound of keys unlocking the door echoed in my ears.

Screen switching.

For the last 100 million people in the imperial capital, the saint died in white clothes, and had a decisive battle with the vague Chaldea. On the side, the Federation ships stopped at sea and kept the safest distance to watch. She vaguely heard ridicule and ridicule, and then the tragedy Call……

At this moment, a natural disaster strikes.

The picture is like a dream, fragmented.