Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

[Ding! Please make a timely choice for the host, whether to get rid of the suppression now. 】

[Ding! Please make a timely choice for the host...]

The calm mechanical voice rang in Liang Lin's mind over and over again.

It's just that Liang Lin didn't seem to notice it.

At this moment, Liang Lin seemed to have become a person with a completely different personality.

In his eyes, there is no carefree joy anymore, what is there is only the wind and frost of the world, the indifference that sees through the world, and the mysterious depth that makes people feel.

Now, Liang Lin could feel that if he wanted to leave, he just had to say it out loud.

But at this moment, there was too much confusion and confusion in his heart.

"I... When did I cross over here..."
Liang Lin whispered that there were many memory fragments in his mind, which were very mixed, but the current development made him suspicious.

He always thought that when he traveled here, it was the moment when the emperor was suppressed!
But is this really the case?
Fate Simulator, the rumored Sims, why can it be so unimpeded?
It is clearly a lot of messy memory fragments, but why has there been nothing unreasonable in the hundreds of years of fate simulation since childhood?
"Am I really simulating the fate of others..."
Liang Lin whispered to himself, his heart was also very confused, he couldn't figure out whether all this was true or not.

An extremely noisy voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and severe pain began to interfere with him.

The memory fragments seem to be trying to merge together, switching scenes...

And the information belonging to the system has become more and more blurred.

Like a wave, it recedes...and then comes back.

At a certain point, the information of the system appeared again, but it caused a violent commotion in Liang Lin's heart: Destiny repeater!
Looking at the words in front of him, a strange color flashed in Liang Lin's eyes, and endless vicissitudes emerged.

The fragments of memory are connected together, and the past events reappear in the mind one by one.

"So... I didn't cross over here at the moment Dijun was suppressed, but..."

There was a smile on the corner of Liang Lin's mouth for no reason, this smile was a bit helpless.

[Ding! Destiny reteller, the retelling level has reached 70.00% [-]. 】

【Will the host choose to continue the retelling?】

[Note: If you choose No, the memory fragment currently held by the host will be completely cleared, and the host will no longer have this memory in the following days. 】

[Note: If you choose Yes, when the retelling level reaches [-]%,

The host will be rewarded by the system.For example: the magical medicine that condenses the soul. 】

"If you choose No, will you lose your existing memory..."
Liang Lin's voice sounded a little hoarse, and his expression was a little painful.

[It is equivalent to a kind of protection for the host.It is possible that you don't want to think about what happened next...]

Liang Lin didn't respond.

Everything seems to become clear and visible

For example, he is not simulating the story he wrote, but retelling his past and the remaining memory fragments in his mind.

To give another example, his time travel began when Liang Lin was a child.

"Come on."

After a while, Liang Lin's voice came.

In his life, there are too many inappropriate, too much helpless.

The magical medicine that condenses the soul.

It was a magic weapon he couldn't resist.

Moreover, in Liang Lin's heart, he was also filled with a lot of confusion and incomprehension.

In the past, why did you have to be so determined to kill the old emperor?
What did I experience before I became the emperor of Jiuchongtian Palace?
Where is the kingfisher? Where is Mu Yao?
Why do past memories become incomplete fragments?
And why did I directly choose not to resist, and was suppressed in the ancient painting artifact?
Could it be that seeing his relatives and friends betraying him made him want to die with all his heart?
Having quelled so many rebellions and shouldered so many responsibilities by himself, is his heart really as fragile as other monks said?
There is also the old emperor, who has been waiting for the so-called opportunity, even if he has given him the magic medicine to save Xuanrui, the third thing he is unwilling to say, what is it?
The incomplete memory fragments vaguely gave him an instruction.

He also shoulders an extremely important responsibility.

And this responsibility is very important, extremely important! However, he has forgotten it now.

If he wants to go on, he must go on firmly.

Because, he... is Dijun!!
Liang Lin stopped thinking about the problems he couldn't figure out, and he regained his composure.

Put all your thoughts on those memory fragments again.

Incomplete scenes, one scene after another, switched in his mind.

Slowly recruit him, deep in consciousness, those hidden memories. .
The scene in the artifact of the ancient painting began to appear again.

As the memories in the depths of Liang Lin's consciousness linked together, they began to gather gradually.

Finally, it condenses into a line and becomes clearly visible.

But now Liang Lin, without the helplessness and unscrupulous joy when he was suppressed at the beginning.

Yes, just full of wind and frost.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and his expression was indifferent. On his face and in his eyes, there was no anger and majesty.

The majestic imperial prestige has not been revealed.

But it makes people have to scruple.

It also makes people want to surrender from the bottom of their hearts!
He is like the incarnation of Wan Dao, and also like a mountain without emotion, just sitting there makes people feel oppressed.

Can't compete with it!!
The scene in the artifact of the ancient painting changed from broken to complete again.

It was still in the uninhabited mountains.

Liang Lin froze in place, watching the graceful figure gradually disappear.

He stood there for a long time, motionless, like a lifeless sculpture.

The eyes that were still shining a moment ago completely lost their brilliance as the figure gradually moved away.

The words I want to say, the thoughts I want to confide in, are completely hidden in my heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Liang Lin finally moved his body.

He lowered his head slowly.

It looks thousands of years old, like an exhausted old man whose life has come to an end.

What kind of eyes are those.

The eyes are bloodshot, full of sorrow, full of wind and frost, without a trace of brilliance, and there are only endless vicissitudes.

His eyes looked towards the abyss cut out by Xuan Rui's sword energy.

"vomit!"
The next moment, Liang Lin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

He felt that the organs in his body were displaced, which was extremely painful.

The coercion also became chaotic, as if to tear his body apart!
"Whoa..."

Like the melodious sound of a brook gurgling, it came from behind Liang Lin.

Liang Lin only felt that there was a breeze in front of him gently comforting him, causing him to slowly lose consciousness, and then fell asleep completely.

In a daze, he heard someone talking, it was a mournful female voice, and there were some requests in his tone.

"Go to sleep for a while."

The scene in the artifact of the ancient painting became blurred again.