Douluo: My mother is the time traveler

Xue Qingquan woke up from her dream and opened her eyes suddenly, her beautiful eyes widening blankly.

She was in severe pain all over her body and felt that half of her body was no longer hers. Her right eye and half of her head were wrapped in bandages.

I blinked my left eye, which I could only see.

Aren't you dead?

What comes into view is an unfamiliar ceiling.

No, she is in the palace, this is the palace of the imperial city, why did she return to the imperial city!

Why didn't you die?

When she sat up, the wounds on her body hurt as if they were being torn open.

"It hurts, it hurts—"

She hissed and saw a palace maid holding a water basin standing aside blankly, and then said hurriedly:

"Princess, you're awake! You can't get up yet."

"Why am I here?"

"You were injured and covered in blood last night. If you don't wake up, Pei'er won't know what to do?"

The maid named Pei'er put down the copper basin in her hand with some complaints on her face. She and Xue Qingquan grew up and had a close relationship as sisters.

"I really don't know what you think, princess. Our daughter shouldn't participate in those fights and killings."

Xue Qingquan was still a little confused.

She raised a finger and pointed at herself. She looked down at the soft and close-fitting clothes on her body. She opened her collar and poked her head in to take a look. It was indeed her own body. Those two things were still in the way, but the injuries looked...

It was all healed, with no scars left, and her skin was even softer. However, there was a faint phantom pain all over her body that brought her back to reality.

Look up and look aside.

In the bronze mirror, she still retains her charming appearance, but half of her face is under a bandage, and the other half of her skin is pale and bloodless. At this time, she feels even more affectionate, and there is a faint scent of incense on her body.

She pointed to her nose and asked the maid Pei'er who had been playing with her since childhood.

"I'm not, am I not dead?"

"Bah, don't say that."

Pei'er was anxious for a while and explained:

"It was the White Emperor who sent you to the palace and found the best healing soul master to save you."

Things are getting more and more confusing.

Xue Qingquan endured the pain all over his body.

She didn't wear any shoes, her little white feet were kicking on the ground, her light blond hair was scattered, without the restraints of her corset, and a touch of white greasy could be seen on her open blue-white placket.

She doesn't like the skirt she is wearing.

The wide sleeves are too wide, and they are not lightweight at all when they float around. The skirt does not have bags to hold things, it is just for a good look, and the hem of the skirt is also in the way.

She prefers training clothes that can be rolled up with sleeves and trousers, or civilian clothes.

Ignoring Pei'er's yelling behind her, she limped to the door despite the pain. From time to time she would have to hop on one foot and push her way out of the courtyard.

The greetings from the maids around her fell on deaf ears. She kept walking forward, her white and tender feet getting dirty because of the severe pain all over her body. Her pink neck was sweating and a few strands of hair were stuck to it.

She kept walking outside, and kept walking until she reached the front of the imperial city. When she walked outside the palace, she saw the Tiandou King's City below.

That prosperous and prosperous Tiandou King City.

The sun must have just come out.

A ray of golden light from the morning sun swept past her and dazzled her eyes.

She closed her eyes and raised her hands to cover her eyes.

Just now, she seemed to see the same royal city as yesterday.

But she was afraid that she had been blinded, and worried that when she put down her hand again, she would still see ruins.

In the distance, the noisy noise of the morning market filled her ears.

She put her hands down.

The streets are crowded with people, bustling with people, cars and horses are flowing continuously, and the noise on the streets is the same as before, which is so reassuring.

There was white smoke curling up from the edge of the overpass. Looking from so far away and so high, she seemed to be able to smell the aroma of steamed buns.

So, everything that happened that night was just a dream.

wrong!

Pei'er mentioned the White Emperor. The boy in white once called himself the White Emperor!

The maid behind her hurriedly ran out and put a piece of clothing on her body.

"Oh, my princess, what should you do if you are wearing such thin clothes and letting all those other people look at you? Do you want to get married?"

"Pei'er, tell me, what happened to that huge Buddha in the city that night?"

She was a little incoherent, shaking her head from side to side and gesticulating.

Pei'er, the maid on the side, just felt that it was a little strange for the princess to be here today.

"That evil Buddha has been killed by Lord Bai Dizi."

She said of course.

Yes, yes, you also know the young man who calls himself the White Emperor, and you also know the giant Buddha with his bare breasts!

What's wrong?

"But, what about the city, the destroyed streets in the city, and the royal city that was reduced to ruins?"

Pell looked puzzled: "What, princess, Mr. Bai Dizi stopped the monster on a field of yellow rice and did not let the monster enter the city. He fought with the monster on a field of yellow rice."

"The yellow rice fields were so badly damaged, what does it have to do with the royal city?" the maid said matter-of-factly.

Xue Qingquan was dumbfounded, feeling that his memory was in chaos.

Which side is dream and which side is reality?

"No, since that White Emperor was fighting with that monster on the yellow rice field, how did you know?" Xue Qingquan continued to ask.

This time, Pei'er seemed to be deep in thought and was murmuring.

"Yes, how did I know."

As she thought about it, some not-so-good images appeared in Pei'er's mind, and they were immediately suppressed as dreams.

But no matter what, I don't understand why I saw the Evil Buddha and the White Emperor fighting on a field of yellow rice with my own eyes, and I always feel that my memory about that incident is blurry.

"Strange, Pei'er seems to have had a dream, dreaming about the monster wreaking havoc in the city..."

Because that's not a dream!

Xue Qingquan stopped worrying about this matter and asked instead: "Then, where did my injury come from?"

If the Evil Buddha really fought with the young man in white on a field of yellow rice fields, then why was he so seriously injured?

Pei'er shook her head:

"When Mr. Bai Dizi sent you back to the palace, the princess suffered such serious injuries."

"In the city, are there any other casualties in the city?"

"Of course not. How could there be any casualties in the city?" Pei'er said matter-of-factly.

Xue Qingquan was stunned, looking at the bustling royal city below, and then at the injuries all over his body.

Her injury is real, the dream is fake, reality is real, last night was fake, the evil Buddha and the boy in white are real, what is fake?

A dream about yellow rice, a dream about yellow rice.

She seemed to understand, but also seemed not to understand anything.

I just don’t know why, but when I looked at the noisy royal city and listened to the mixed noises coming from a distance, my eyes became moist unknowingly.

She recalled how the white-haired boy looked down at her before she fell into coma.

And those indifferent golden eyes.

That is more real than real.

The sun was shining warmly on her body, and the wind was blowing her hair and the clothes on her body. The royal city below her was as prosperous and great as before, and the noise of the people in the morning market made her feel so warm.

Xue Qingquan sobbed and kept wiping her tears, not knowing whether she was happy or sad.

"Princess, why are you crying!"

"One hundred is enough. How can I afford to replace a city full of people?"

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Chapter 122: The Imperial Princess Owes Me