She walked slowly to Xie Daoling.
"hmm? What can I do for you? " Xie Daoling asked with a smile.
The girl did not shy away from Xie Daoling’s weak and firm voice.
"… if I want to go to the blood sea … how can I get there?"
Chapter II Revenge
sea of blood
The board floats with the waves.
Two benches were put together to form a table, which was boiled with hot pot.
Gu Qingshan and the man squatted on both sides of the bench.
They ate happily with bowls and chopsticks.
The man ate a chopstick with a hairy belly and his face showed a comfortable expression. Then he asked as if he remembered something
"What would you think if everyone chose not to look at past memories?"
Gu Qingshan put a chicken leg and said, "Everyone has a choice. I don’t want to interfere."
"If Anna remembers you …"
"I said that this is someone else’s freedom. I can’t force it."
"Free and easy!"
The man praised the chopsticks once again with a clot in his eyes.
I saw a piece of chicken fungus just floating in the hot pot, and the surface was covered with a layer of spicy red soup, which was silky and attractive.
Who knows Gu Qingshan also saw that chicken fungus stretched out chopsticks at the same time.
He is the best in the world-fortunately, he doesn’t want to rob a history reporter of food power.
Two chopsticks gently touched and looked at each other, and went around each other’s chopsticks to clip the chicken fungus again.
suddenly
Gu Qingshan chopsticks a meal.
That piece of chicken fungus was immediately taken away by the man and stuffed into his mouth, and he was not willing to spit it out when he was scalded and blown.
The man chewed contentedly and looked at Gu Qingshan with his eyes.
See Gu Qingshan a full face of meditation as if wandering outside.
"Ah? What are you doing? " Male strange asked
Gu Qingshan put chopsticks frown way
"Always feel that something … is happening …"
The man Zheng suddenly realized, "I remember-someone may come into your history recently to have a look at what happened."
Gu Qingshan said, "Is there anyone else besides you?"
The man nodded and said, "Yes, but not like me. A historical reporter is a person with his magical ability."
"What will they do?"
"draw your affair into a cartoon"
"-so that’s it."
Gu Qingshan thought for a few times and shook his head. "I sensed something … it seems that it is not this one."
The man muttered, "Isn’t this the case?"
Gu Qingshan said, "It should be the real world-I have this feeling because there is something threatening my fate."
The man looked dignified.
He gently put chopsticks, pulled out the paper from his arms, brushed and wrote a few strokes, tearing the paper and throwing it halfway.
The paper drifted back and forth and suddenly turned into a light curtain.
What is happening in the real world appears in the light curtain.
……
The celebration is long over.
Except Anna? The strong almost didn’t play memory light and shadow on the spot.
They carefully put away the memory light and shadow? Ready to go back after a series of considerations? Finally, make a decision slowly.
Such a thing? It’s a good thing that I don’t know, but once I know, it’s equal to touching the cause and effect in the virtual.
Must be careful
When everyone left? There are two people left in the Baihua Temple.