The starting point is 900 million. What’s wrong if I drag it a little bit?

You really know how to manipulate me, but you don’t even get any rewards. This system has been trying to issue a mission for more than ten years, and you still want to do it for free?

Ouyang's perspective is changing rapidly, and countless scenery stretches into countless rays of light in front of his eyes.

The system actually asked me to correct the timeline?

What a little game, it’s just letting yourself risk your life!

But he still had to risk his life. As a senior brother, would he stand by and watch what happened to his little brother?

This unlucky system has completely manipulated my fate!

Fifty years of life is not enough for my six junior brothers and sisters!

Other people's systems try their best to keep the host alive for too long, but this rubbish system of our own is actually afraid that it will live too long!

Ouyang complained about the attribute panel in front of him and even raised his middle finger.

When the perspective was fixed, Ouyang realized that he was standing under the boulder and raised his middle finger to the two old men, one fat and one thin, on the boulder!

What the hell!

so fast!

Ouyang hurriedly put away his middle finger and looked at the ground with low eyebrows.

"Ou Yezi, let me ask you, are you willing to be a chess piece in my hand?" The thin old man asked with some dissatisfaction. He was watching the man in green in front of him kissing the ground constantly, but was moved by his sincere heart. Moved, this gave him a chance.

Unexpectedly, he asked himself twice and even made an unknown gesture to himself!

Ouyang's heart skipped a beat as he realized that he was possessed by Ou Yezi and was about to become a pawn in the immortal's hands to hunt down Li Taibai?

I have just seen this scene, and I am very familiar with it!

Ouyang raised his head, pretended to be trembling with excitement, and bowed to the immortal on the boulder and said, "Follow the immortal's decree!"

The thin immortal nodded with satisfaction, then looked at each other with the fat immortal, and disappeared on the boulder.

Ouyang then raised his head, glanced at the countless envious eyes of Western Zhou Dynasty, sneered, waved his hands and said: "The immortal is gone, I'm sorry, I am your father now!"

As soon as the words came out, Xi Zhou's envious eyes paused, from envy to surprise to a little angry, just because of Ouyang's words.

Ouyang still said in a desperate manner: "Don't accept it? If you have the ability, go find the immortal!"

As soon as Ouyang, who was pretending to be powerful, opened his mouth, Western Zhou Dynasty's somewhat annoyed eyes suddenly turned into fear, and they all bowed their heads to Ouyang to express their submission.

Despite the verbal humiliation, their long-standing awe for the immortals still prevented them from resisting at all.

A trace of sigh flashed in Ouyang's eyes, but then he still said: "Ou Yezi? This name is really vulgar. From today on, my name is Ou Zhizi. I am a little better than the previous Ou Yezi. Do you understand?"

There was a chorus of agreement in Western Zhou Dynasty.

Suddenly the perspective in front of Ouyang changed again, and the huge stove appeared in front of Ouyang.

A scabbard slowly taking shape in the stove appeared in Ouyang's eyes.

This scene is exactly the second scene Ouyang saw just now!

In other words, only when Ou Yezi makes a major decision that can affect history, can he control Ou Yezi's body and make changes?

"Is this Ou Yezi's plan to plot against Li Taibai in the future?" Ouyang looked at the stove in front of him and thought.

When he saw a tribesman preparing to add materials to the stove, Ouyang grabbed him and said, "This is too ugly. Let's melt it and redo it! I'll do the draft!"

Ouyang recalled the handsome boy's appearance in his mind, and with a swipe of his pen, he drew a crooked dachshund on the paper.

Somewhat proudly, he threw it in front of the dumbfounded tribesmen and said, "Redo it this way!"

"But, the patriarch..."

"Call me Master!"

"Okay, clan leader, if the scabbard is made according to your drawing, the material will be extra." The clansman who took Ouyang's masterpiece looked at the drawing with a black face and said.

"The extra ones should be decorated with some decorations, such as sword spikes or something!" Ouyang said seemingly casually, but everything coincided with the future direction.

Correcting history to its former position was originally an inadvertent decision.

And among the sword-making clan, rumors gradually began to spread.

Ever since Ou Yezi was decreed by the immortal, he was automatically promoted to the clan leader of the sword-making clan, but from that time on, Ou Yezi seemed to be suffering from schizophrenia.

One moment he said his name was Ou Yezi, and the other moment he said his name was Ou Zhizi.

He usually behaves conservatively and prudently, but sometimes he gets out of control and acts crazy.

It was as if there were two different souls in Ou Yezi's body, which often made the tribesmen feel embarrassed.

There were even secret rumors among the clan: After the immortal issued the decree, he would slowly take over Ou Yezi's body?

In other words, the escaped soul is the true form of the immortal!

Therefore, the old-fashioned and cautious Ou Yezi's suggestions are usually arranged behind Ou Zhizi.

This also leads to the fact that Ou Zhizi's arrangements are often implemented, while Ou Yezi's arrangements are often perfunctory.

Of course, the arrangements made by the immortal himself are more important than the immortal's spokesperson.

Under Ouyang's gaze, the originally exquisite and complicated hilt gradually became crude.

The hilt of the dachshund is slowly taking shape in the furnace, and along with the scabbard is a simple-looking sword tassel.

"Everything is correct!" Ouyang looked at the scabbard and sword tassel in the stove, feeling his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and the mental sleepiness made him slowly lose consciousness.

In a daze, Ouyang even heard Ou Yezi jumping up and down and yelling curses.

When Ouyang took control of his body again, he found a sword cultivator in white clothes standing in front of him with a sword hanging from his waist.

Ouyang habitually called for the attribute panel, but this time there was no system response.

The sword cultivator in white on the opposite side looks like Bai Feiyu, but his temperament is more like an advanced version of his second son than Bai Feiyu!

His eyes are indifferent, and his cold temperament is like a self-moving refrigerator.

"bass!"

The sword cultivator unsheathed his long sword and pointed it at Ouyang's throat. The sword cultivator in white clothes said with an indifferent expression: "Who is it?"

Ouyang, who was pointed at by the sword, looked puzzled, and then he understood that this scene was probably the first time Li Taibai and Ou Yezi met in the previous life.

The corner of Ouyang's mouth curled up. He felt that the green clothes on his body were a little dull. He casually moved the tip of the sword pointed at his throat and said in a quick voice, "Don't be so nervous. Believe it or not, what I said next is what I said." It must be true!”

Under the somewhat astonished gaze of the swordsman in white, he took off his green clothes and put it on himself, lowered his head and picked up a grass root, held it in his mouth, and smiled at himself.

The sun slanted on Tsing Yi, and the man in Tsing Yi who suddenly appeared next to him seemed to be standing in the sun, or with light on his body.

Ouyang looked at the white-robed swordsman in front of him with a smile and said:

"Xiao Bai, I'm sure we were brothers hundreds of years ago!"