Alternative Rival

The white soul crystal was tightly held in the palm of the hand, and the veins on the back of that hand were protruding, stretching on the white skin, a little light came out from the middle, it was not eye-catching in the sun.

Immediately afterwards, the sky suddenly darkened, and some dark clouds appeared out of nowhere, and slowly gathered towards the direction where the sunlight was shining, gradually covering the sun.

The Tianxiu people who were cleaning the palace looked up to the sky curiously, and temporarily stopped their movements.

The white light gradually bloomed, the wind blew up on the ground, the wind shook the trees, and the thick leaves rolled up and slapped on the ground indiscriminately with the wind, and the people with their heads up could not help but lower their heads and cover their eyes with their hands.

There is moist water vapor in the air, dark clouds gather, and heavy rain is still pending.

The eyeballs under Zhao Qingge's eyelids turned a slight arc, and Bo Jue, who had opened the window a small slit, was watching secretly. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up, and the leaves that were still fluttering like crazy were slammed by a The roll was thrown into the air, and the window was slammed shut, and all the doors and windows within a radius of five miles were making slamming sounds.

Bo Jue pressed the window hard so that it was in the center of the vortex and was not blown away on the spot.

Layers of dark clouds piled up, and the thick water vapor seemed to be dripping down immediately, like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Suddenly, a thunder exploded in the sky, and Tiangong opened his cold eyes.

There was thunder and lightning, and heavy rain poured down.

Zhao Qingge lost all strength, the soul crystal dissipated in his hands, and his knees softened and he knelt in the rain.

As she relieved her strength, the whole sky cleared again at an unimaginable speed, the sun was shining brightly, and there were no clouds in the sky. If it weren't for the rainwater accumulated on the ground, no one would believe that it had rained just now.

Bo Jue picked up the unconscious Zhao Qingge and put him on the bed.

Before she had time to pour a glass of water, the woman on the bed opened her eyes, and a pair of clear eyes embedded in her pale face were looking at her for a moment: "Did I succeed?"

"Yes, it's been three months, and you finally succeeded." Bo Jue didn't see any joy on her face, she put her hands on Zhao Qingge's back, helped her up and leaned against her arms, and said, "Come on, have a drink first." water."

Zhao Qingge broke free from her arms, and said with a smile, "I can come by myself, don't treat me as a patient."

"Take it for me, don't look at how much weight you have lost these days. I know that Lieutenant General Ming's departure has put you under a lot of pressure, but you don't have to push yourself like that." Bo Jue's tone became irritable Wake up, a month ago, Mingyu came to them and said that she felt that her time was approaching, and she wanted to go to a place alone, and told them to practice hard, and the time to go back was running out.

Zhao Qingge is the kind of person who is used to burying her head in hard work. After Mingyu left, she frantically overstretched her body as if desperately trying to break through to the present level in just a few months.Even if Bo Jue knew what she was doing for, and forgave her rationally, he couldn't accommodate her emotionally, and was always in an endless loop of "sulking—distressed—sulking".

Zhao Qingge wisely didn't strike up a conversation, but changed the subject, shaking her hand and acting like a baby.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat emerald balls, can you go and make them for me?" Zhao Qingge moved his hand to her collar, about to pull it down. Bo Jue held the shirt firmly like guarding against a pervert: "Warning You, if you have something to say, don't move, I'm getting angry now, be careful to add fuel to the fire."

Bo Jue refused coldly, "I didn't learn."

"Then why don't you make me a black-bone chicken soup with dangshen?"

"forget."

"Then what if I'm hungry?"

"Don't you know it's windy and rainy? Go outside and drink the wind."

Zhao Qingge looked at her for a moment, then slowly put down his hands, then closed his eyes, took a countermeasure, and continued to rest.

Bo Jue's anger was sprayed on the cotton, who is angry? Why does she look like she has treated her badly and is so tired that she needs someone to coax her?Are you such an unscrupulous person?As soon as she pretended to feel sorry for herself, she obediently bought it?She is not!

It happened to be hungry after watching it all morning, so she wanted to reward herself, so she made emerald balls, stewed dangshen black chicken soup or something, and added fried seasonal vegetables. After smelling the oily smoke for a long time, she got used to it. At first, Mingyu forced her into the kitchen, but after staying for a long time, she found that there was a lot of fun in it, which was urgently needed to be discovered.

Bo Jue brought the lunch to the table in the room, and sat at the table by himself. Zhao Qingge uninvited to scoop up a bowl of soup and drank it first, and praised Bo Jue's superb cooking skills subjectively.

Bo Jue gave her a symbolic look and then let her go.

Ming Yu, who thought she would never see her again, came back again, and no one knew about her return.It was a cloudy day, and it was very close to the day when Zhao Qingge and others set out to find Lin Jian, but there was a knock on the door in the evening.

Outside the door was a thin man from Tianxiu, upon seeing her, he said, "I have business with you."

"No, may I ask who you are?"

The man said with a very pure male voice: "I am Mingyu."

Bo Jue froze in place, completely shocked. "You are so brave, you dare to..."

What's even more strange is that Bo Jue chose to believe in such a ridiculous thing as soon as that person opened his mouth. This kind of trait that can influence others invisibly has only been seen in Mingyu so far.

She changed her mouth and moved away: "Why are you in this state? Come in."

Zhao Qingge now has to rest for more than twelve hours a day, and is still lying on the bed. It is very strange to see a stranger greeted by Bo Jue: "This is it?"

Bo Jue said: "Your master."

Zhao Qingge looked at that person earnestly for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Ming?"

Mingyu smiled: "As expected of the person I brought out with my own hands, I guessed it so easily."

"How do you..."

"It's a long story. I re-engraved my memory into a chip, took out a person's body from Mirror Lake and implanted it, so it became what it is now. Only you two and the marshal know about it. Don't tell me. other people."

Zhao Qingge and Bo Jue nodded at the same time.

"I don't understand, why are you doing this?"

"For..." Mingyu thought for a while, and said, "I don't know why. When I decided to participate in this historical tide, I was worried that the butterfly's wings would flutter too much, so I saved it. Give every 'I' the opportunity to fix it in the future."

"How many people did you block?"

"Nineteen."

"Are you going to live eighteen lives?"

Mingyu shook her head: "Each re-enactment can only retain the core of the previous generation of the machine body. After 3000 years, I don't know what will be left in my memory, but I will do my best. "

"What are you doing here? Just to revise history according to history?"

"No, I am history. From the last few decades to the present new era, there will be thousands of years to come. Someone must write down these things, and I can do it." Mingyu turned out a notebook, the cover of which is the history of this era. He handed it to Zhao Qingge, "I recorded what happened from hundreds of years ago to the present, take a look?"

What she used was not the modern Tianxiu script, but the ancient Tianxiu script, Zhao Qingge didn't seem to find it difficult at all, and she even remembered the content behind it, because she had read this book.

It was the lonely ancient book that she had read for a full year when she was in the wall empty state. It had no name, no author, and was so obscure that it was once suspected of its authenticity. After being thrown in the library, no one cared about it.

It was her.

Her few words made her full of confusion about this era, but she was even more confused after getting the answer, and finally embarked on such a path.People who have witnessed and written history with their own hands feel very valuable when they think about it.

Zhao Qingge returned the notebook to her, and did not say that he had read what she wrote, but only made a suggestion: "This kind of writing is too obvious, and it will be destroyed if it is handed down to modern times. If you add a little variation, it will be regarded as Experts who are familiar with the ancient Tiansu script will have to use their brains to understand it, so that it can be preserved forever."

Mingyu followed her advice and rewrote it when she returned home.She did not blatantly replace the previous position of lieutenant general, but became the deputy general accompanying the Marshal of King's Landing, and devoted herself to doing what she thought was righteous. It seemed that something in her heart had been gouged out with the transfer of memory. Not even a wound was left.

On June 70th, Bo Jue, Zhao Qingge and a group of people withdrew from the army one after another, regrouped, and galloped to the place where Lin Jian was. Fortunately, more than half of the 30 people who came were left, and all of them His face was full of red, and he finally made it to the end, as long as he could go back.They have served on the border of the Pleiades for several years, but that is not the same feeling as being in ancient times. They would rather guard the station for [-] years than stay here for another year. The reason is the sense of belonging.

Traveling from one base to another heavily guarded military base is already a routine for this group of people. Lin Jian will naturally rely on the support of the military science department to build a ship. She is in the familiar laboratory and is like a fish in water.

The little prince was also like a little beast that had been released, happily running around in the absolutely safe hinterland of the mountain, until he bumped his head into a person's rib cage, knocking himself into a squatting position.

The little prince rubbed his buttocks and stood up, seeing clearly the armed man in front of him: "Huh? Deputy Commander Bo?"