Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

B.C? ? ?Year, Xia, married Fusu in name.

In the same year, the probability of Qin's destruction was 0%, and the revision was completed, getting rid of the ending of being destroyed by the West.

In the same year, the memory of the puppet regained consciousness and returned.

The snow-haired woman calmly turned over the second half of the book, and found a Tarot card "Death Reversed".

A ray of life in adversity.

He won three centuries of time.

Fusu sat in a wheelchair and stared at the cold white moonlight without saying a word. Her ears seemed to remind her of the shouts and unwillingness that had spanned endless time and three centuries.

The long years, three hundred springs and autumns, and the destruction of half the world, all of them flashed in my mind, one scene after another.

She turned her gaze to the far west.

Witnessed the opening of that destruction, witnessed the rising and extinguishing of the smoke of war, and witnessed the glorious life of a young man from birth to death for a happy world.

Three centuries ago, she did not have the commanding power and fighting power comparable to the first emperor, nor the bravery of Qin Huangzi who paid the full price to turn back time.

Three centuries later, she was sitting in a wheelchair with snowy hair, and she was finally able to ask a question.

"God, will he die too?"

She laughed and pressed the final button.

"I'm really curious."

The stars are aligned in their correct positions, and the dark night sees no life.In the three centuries that Yan Ce has fought for, the dreams of generations of heroes born on this land of suffering can finally kick off at this moment.

"Nyarlathotep."

Ying Fusu raised his head, and called out the name with a special tone, with a gentle and beautiful face, crystal clear teardrops slipped from the corners of his eyes, and his heart beat obviously accelerated.

"You let agents keep infiltrating into this unknown project, wanting to find out the only secret you don't know, I will tell you today!"

"Bai Gui and the others, they would rather choose to grow old and die as human beings than become immortals. Have you heard their voices?"

"Human beings are not dolls in your hands!!!"

The stars... No, the artificially constructed stars shone with brilliant golden light, burning the sky.

A holy flame shot out under the moonlit night, and the blood of 300-year-old heroes melted into it. The sound of mechanical operation was like the beating of life, so strong and powerful that it made people feel excited.

The soldiers inside and outside the Great Wall and the old enemy coincidentally returned to defense and avoided.

The First Emperor seemed to have a premonition, his face turned ugly for a moment, and he pushed away the general blocking the way.

……

"Do you want to go to the seat to record your own history?"

"There is no place for me on the seat."

... The seat of human beings has no place for him since the beginning, so he didn't upload his own information.

Just like what Shangguan once suspected, human medicine has no effect on him. He is detached from history and is a "human" that should not have existed. He has the same root as the gods and has decided to die from the very beginning.

Yan Ce stood in the Capitol, pointing at the "creator".

"Goodbye, my god."

he laughed.

"Farewell, my lord."

"I thought I overestimated that emperor, but I didn't expect to underestimate it. Is she also a god? She can predict that I will wait for you specially, and effectively use the time positioning you procrastinate."

White Eagle's human shell gradually crumbled, and when he looked up, he saw the unconventional weapon that had completely locked on him, and he had no intention of avoiding it.

"Such a distance can still bring me a sting. It is specially designed to target non-human races, so it has been prepared for 300 years, and my identity has been predicted from the beginning."

"Humans, amazing!"

For the first time in these 300 years, He praised highly.

"You have the same origin as me, and you will perish together, don't you regret it?"

"Hell, I walk with you."

He said.

Tai Ah stabbed into the broken body of White Eagle, the non-human race tore off the last layer of camouflage, modern weapons collided violently with fantasy creatures, and the sound that shocked the world tore apart the sky.

At this moment, night turned into day.

Chapter 22 Good Dreams

"ended?"

The doll created by the gods woke up and saw the door again.

Standing up slowly but firmly, holding the sword, leaning against the door.

"Is the god dead?"

Yan Ce looked at the void in the distance, and his feet were facing the most mysterious universe, the blue planet.