Move my tail, you're mine

After wearing it in a dizzying fashion for more than a dozen times, every time Fu Li wanted to see what the world looked like or who was there, he suddenly felt dizzy, and then vomited violently until his liver and gallbladder burst, and there was nothing in his stomach Only then did he stop, and after he stopped, he was full of curiosity.

The next style of painting is:

"Why are you wearing it again!"

"What is this place?"

"Where are we?"

"vomit……"

"Can you stop!"

change into:

"Huh? Is that XXX, you can actually see him in your lifetime..."

"Wow, the emperor! He looks nothing like the paintings in the museum, and the real person is even more domineering! Let's go to the harem..."

"Fuck! How did you wear it to the scene of the war! Run!"

"Li Bai! I saw Li Bai! Wait a minute, I'm going to get his autograph...ah...no..."

"That thing looks delicious, can we eat one and then... let's go..."

They went to many places and met many people, but they couldn't go back to the original time. This is what Mao Qianqing said: sequelae.

The sequelae of taking people through time.

Mao Qianqing and Gong are fixed numbers, while he is variable.

If she is alone, she can go wherever she wants, and she can bring one more person with her, which is not necessarily the case.

In order to be able to communicate continuously, the two of them counted the time tacitly, stopped after a few words, and then went to another place to continue the conversation. It is rare to have a complete conversation.

"By the way, why can we wear it without you drawing the bow?" Fu Li was sickly, he was used to the rhythm of wearing it once every ten seconds, but he was still tortured until he died half of his life.

In contrast, Mao Qianqing didn't respond at all.

She has been very calm: "Sequelae."

"Do you have any other words besides sequelae?" Fu Li squinted.

"Hmm..." Mao Qianqing rested his hand on his chin as if thinking, his eyes lit up, and then his face remained expressionless, "No."

Fu Li smiled helplessly: "Can this sequela be relieved?"

It's not a solution to wear it like this all the time. I don't know if the original time is synchronized with the one here. If not, how long has passed! ?I've seen quick time travel in novels, but people don't wear it in ten seconds!He didn't wear it quickly, he wore it in seconds!

Recalling the scene at the beach, that person had already hurt his throat, that is, what happened after Mao Qianqing left. In addition to killing Wugui's parents, he also killed others!

actually……

Hold!I want to throw up again.

Mao Qianqing glanced at him: "Yes, the reason is yours. If your heart is unsteady, it will stop."

The implication is that if he calms down, he will be able to relieve the sequelae.

Fu Li was stunned for a moment, the black line of his head drooped, and he looked up to the sky and sighed: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"You didn't ask."

"Blame me, blame me, what should I do then? I can't settle down even if I do this once every ten seconds!" Fu Li wailed while scratching his hair.

"Think about who you want to see, where you want to go."

"Can it be settled after thinking about it?"

"you try."

Fu Li nodded, closed his eyes, and slowly began to calm down. The surrounding wind became soft and wrapped around his body gently. It was no longer dizzy, but like floating in the clouds, very lightly .

Now that he can go back in time, he does have someone he wants to see.

Opening his eyes again, not far away were two very familiar figures walking on the familiar street.

There are already many tourists in Haicheng at this time, the dense crowd looks like dumplings, but on the other side of the sea, it is a different scene, in stark contrast to the bustling side, only one person stepped on the beach, his In the distance is a dense jungle.

The sea breeze brushed gently on that stern face, and the waves hit the shore one by one, and they were about to hit his feet. He lifted one foot lightly, and the sea water was like a mouse meeting a cat Dodging, forming a semi-arc, he raised his other foot again, but stopped, and the sea water hit him violently again, before he could hit his feet, he disappeared in a flash.

The whole beach is more peaceful.

In the residential buildings in Haicheng's business district, the person by the seaside suddenly appeared outside the bedroom door of one of the families.

It is the fog.

"Mist Lord," Wu Yi said respectfully, "the man is inside."

Pushing open the door, a person was tied to a chair, and that person was Lianjie.

Wu Gui walked over slowly, stopped in front of Lianjie, raised his eyelids, and immediately felt a cold aura spread all over his body.

"Where is that man?"

Lian Jie was suddenly overwhelmed by that look, but he still pretended to be calm and didn't open his mouth.

Wu Gui sneered, raised his long and slender fingers lightly, and made a hook with two fingers.

"what--"

Lian Jie cried out in pain, and saw his index finger twisted strangely, as if it had been broken.

"Where is it?" Wu Gui said coldly again.

Lian Jie still didn't let go, his lips were pale and tightly pursed.

Wu Gui narrowed his eyes slightly, a flash of murderous intent flashed, and a dangerous aura suddenly rose, he clasped his five fingers together.

The sound of bones rattling sounded in the silent room, which was very frightening.

Lian Jie let out a miserable cry, and all ten of his fingers were broken.

"I say--"

Moments before his metacarpal was broken, he cried out.

Ten minutes later, it was still the same room. There were no chairs, but there were only Lian Jie lying on the bed, sweating coldly.

He opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hands, and only exhaled after seeing that his ten fingers were safe and sound.

"So it was a dream..."

In the pet shop, Lin Zhu was dissatisfied: "I wasted mana to take back that scum's bone."

"The target is not him, there is no need to startle the snake." Wu Gui said flatly, "I owe you a favor."

"Forget it," Lin Zhu thought for a while and asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Wu Gui looked out of the glass door and didn't speak.

After he knew who that person was, he really wanted to kill him immediately, but the remaining trace of reason held him back, and he still had something to investigate.

Fu Li has been away for three days, and the life without him is boring. He tried to find Fu Li's breath, and wanted to teleport it there, but he couldn't find it. Such a situation without a trace of clues made him panic.

how is he

On the streets of the ancient city, Fu Li just watched the two people getting closer and closer. He unconsciously stepped forward with his right foot, but was held back by Mao Qianqing and shook his head at him, so he had no choice but to take back his steps.

Those two figures were exactly what his grandparents looked like before they adopted him. Although they were middle-aged, they were still healthy and healthy. The grandpa was talking and laughing with his grandma holding the cabbage.

It's been almost three years, and people say that they think about it day by day and dream about it at night, but he has never dreamed about them, but some people say that if they can't dream about them, it means they have been reincarnated.

It's very contradictory, I want to dream, but I don't want to dream.

Now, it's good to be able to look at them again in this way.

Fu Li asked softly, "You know them, right?"

He still remembered that photo.

"Well, friend."

Fu Li smiled, did not speak, and continued to look at them. He found that the time had already exceeded ten seconds, which must be the reason why his heart had settled down.

The second elder walked into the house, and the wooden door was slowly closed to isolate them. Fu Li exhaled, turned his head and said, "Let's go."

"Wait, look." Mao Qianqing remained motionless.

He followed Mao Qianqing's gaze.

A thin woman walked out of an alley at the corner, leading a child about two or three years old. He couldn't see the woman's appearance clearly, but he could see the child's appearance clearly.

That kid is him!

Fu Li's heart trembled suddenly, and a thought came to his mind.

"That's your mother." Mao Qianqing spoke out for him.

The woman pulled the child to the edge of the wooden door, knelt down and said something, the child nodded obediently, then she slammed the door twice, and then ran away without looking back.

The child also waved his hand towards the woman's back, and the immature face still had a smile on it, until the back could no longer be seen, until the wooden door opened and grandma came out to see him, the child's smile disappeared...

All that was left was panic.

At this time, the feeling of floating in the clouds was gone, and the dizziness came back again, worse than before, so dizzy that he couldn't think any more, his head was just a bucket of paste, constantly rolling and rolling.

The time traveled was faster, he didn't know how fast, he just felt that after counting four or five times, he changed to another venue, the two of them didn't even stand firmly, and they were spun to another place.

"Hold on."

Mao Qianqing couldn't take it anymore, the bow was shaking violently, and the dragon pattern was shining brightly. She had never been so unstable before, and she was afraid that the bow would break, so they would wander in the cracks of time and space , can never get out.

"I... want to too, but..." He couldn't do it!

When he saw the woman's back, his mind was already in a mess, and nothing worked if he thought about it, and when he saw her leave resolutely, the string in his heart was broken.

He didn't want to think about anything, but chaotic thoughts kept flooding into his mind.

Why should he abandon him, he thought about countless possibilities, told himself long ago, stop thinking about them, stop thinking about who his parents are, stop thinking about why other people have parents and he doesn’t !

It is enough for him to have grandparents who love him!

But is it really enough?Can you make up for the missing corner?

why?Why don't you ask him and send him away.

His head hurt like hell, like a slit, and then poured countless uncomfortable things through the slit, swelling and hurting.

When he stopped at one place, he saw a scene that almost made him collapse.

A woman who couldn't see clearly was holding a baby, but one could tell from the profile that she was Fu Li's mother, and beside her stood a smiling man.

That man was actually the one who killed Wugui's parents.

Why is that man by his mother's side?

That man, who is he?dear father?

how so?His own father is Wugui's enemy?Then he is also Wugui's enemy, how can he face Wugui?

His head was about to explode, he couldn't hold it anymore...

Xiaogui...take me home.

No, am I still qualified to call you Xiaogui?

At this time, Fu Li was already in a semi-comatose state, and in the mist, he actually saw Wu Gui's handsome face, tightly pursed lips, and eyes full of worry through the slits in his eyes.

"Sorry, I'm still here."

These words fell gently in his ears, and his tense heart suddenly relaxed, but when he thought of that person, his heart hung up again, and he didn't know what it was like, guilt, uneasiness, pain, entanglement, and sadness Together, mix into a pot of porridge.

"Don't worry, that person is not your father." In the haze, Mao Qianqing's voice floated faintly.

……

"Why didn't you say it earlier!" Fu Li shouted in his heart.

Fortunately, they are not enemies.