Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Strictly speaking, Yan Ce is not lamenting, but fearing.

Fear of time.

Beyond light and shadow, there are very few people who can look directly at the future of the millennium.

His majesty's thinking is beyond time, Mr. Han Fei's philosophy can not fade after 2000 years, and the crown prince supporting Su also has the courage to break the boat at this moment... It stands to reason that the young man is worrying unnecessarily.

Assuming that a century later, what he personally fostered and obtained by all means, all efforts were abandoned by those in power, and the dynasty returned to slow development, experienced prosperity, decline, and went to destruction, and was finally replaced.

Fusu says she wants to change Dreamland's future.

However, Yan Ce believes that that is not the future, but another line of the past.

The dream of the past reappears in reality across the deep sleep, just like Zhuangzi's dream butterfly... The good impression of a thousand years at first sight, and the inexplicable familiarity that gradually emerges with time...

Breaking the retrograde in the future may also be a straight forward in line with future ideas.

Yan Ce rubbed his painful temples.

Conclusion: Everyone is old mille-feuille.

Thinking of this, the teenager's thinking began to shrink.

Is it really necessary for him and Fusu to decide the outcome?

As Miss Lingshi said, he can easily complete the beheading operation, not simply because he can't do it. With the boy's iron character, he doesn't care about the means. With the top assassin's skills, although the agility is reduced by one Grade, but ordinary Sanwu Guoshang can't solve him.

Ambush the prince, he can really do this.

As for the reason for his prevarication, it was just because of this matter that he really couldn't do it.

Yan Ce sighed, throwing the last volume of tablets describing the compilation of the Great Wall Legion into the brazier, he had to give a sigh of admiration, as expected of Mr. Ling Shi, he found almost all the information tablets at once.

The sound of "Zra" kept burning from the brazier.

At this point, all the information he could find was burned.

The young man's state of mind is quite complicated. Maybe he wins, and Fusu may go to the future he knows... Maybe he won't.

He is a gambler. At the gambling table, he has faced Uncle Yan, Lord Changping, three generations of the Xiang family, dignitaries of Qi, King Baiyue... and won countless times, but this time the person sitting opposite the gambling table is a relative.

"The only thing I don't want is for her to lose." He stared at the moon sky, knocked on the desk, and said with a smile, "Can I still win this time?"

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"The only thing I don't want him to lose."

Under the light, Fusu lowered her eyes, knelt and sat opposite to her husband, and said the same words as the boy.

"...Secret things, don't tell me sir." Han Fei sighed when he saw the end of "Say Difficulty" full of cases, "You are afraid of things that have never happened, so you chose your own thoughts. People It's normal, sir, there is nothing to say, but must there be a victory or defeat between you and him?"

"I don't care about his achievements, I just hope that he can live safely. Past dreams are presented to me in a similar way. In the dream, he will die, so I have to choose the opposite direction from the dream."

Fusu smiled and said, "If he is the omnipotent hero in my impression, he must be able to defeat me."

"If he loses, he will be under house arrest by me, at least he will live a stable life, compared to having a child with other women in his dream, and shamelessly taking it back to the royal court for raising, and then gradually leading to the end of blood."

Fusu held the pen holder tightly, pinching a trace of sweat with his fingers, his expression became fierce for a moment, and then he sighed again.

"If he wins, it will be regarded as changing the fate of the dream. I will not complain about what he does."

As the girl said, if it really involves life, she can give up part of her persistence.

"..."

Flipping through his own work, Han Fei was a little absent-minded.

She didn't know what dreams her parents and students had every day, layer by layer like layer cakes.

It is really difficult for the husband to be caught between the two of them, and he can't understand the thoughts of the two small puff pastry.

It's nice to feel young.

Now, at least they didn't turn against each other, and then sacrificed Mr. together.

Han Fei joked like he was laughing at himself, but his smile was so serious.

"Sir, please help him."

Fusu leaned over and saluted.

Mr. Fei, who is like a teacher and a mother, stares blankly at the girl Chu Jun, with complicated eyes, looking at this nominal "daughter".

"Do what you like, and protect the people you want to protect. Follow the rules, do things well, and premature dignity is regarded as success, but it is also a failure in life. It is good not to live under the wings of others."

The faint motherhood hidden in the cold voice was revealed, and the girl who was brought up by himself also had independent thoughts in a true sense. The husband was very pleased, and his eyes were as clear and bright as a pool of water, rippling.

After a long pause, Fu Su said again: "And, sir, please pay attention to the women around him, don't let him mess around during this time."

Han Fei: "..."

She took back her previous touch, and then led the dog.

Almighty Mr. Non!Is it omnipotent for all of you to be gentlemen?Do you dare to entrust something with Legalism?

Fusu clamped her knees tightly, rubbed her fair skin lightly, slowly straightened her upper body, resting her small fists on her knees, rubbing her fingers from time to time, her eyes rested on her husband's face for a long time.