Fix your sister's fairy

Imagine that space is like a piece of paper, your life is like a straight line on the white paper to draw black traces, when you make a choice, the straight line will branch out from the trunk of the new line independently derived, different choices in the moment of making, the straight line will branch out, different stories happen because of these different choices, that one made a different choice on the road of life experienced, everything encountered will be completely different, and it will naturally shape completely different people.

Mo Yi walked in the white mist, here, the white paper with life was arbitrarily folded, he could see the "self" caused by different decisions and accidents on other world lines, for example, he saw a high-spirited self, wearing a gilded skyfall armor, with a three-foot Tibetan blue fairy sword at the waist, he accosted the "self" and asked what happened, the "self" said with a smile that on the first day he entered the immortal cultivation realm, a meteorite hit him, and he obtained the inheritance of the ancient emperor, married his sister, and smiled proudly in the immortal cultivation realm.

There are those who have reached the peak of life and those who have stepped into the trough, Mo Yi also saw a ragged "self" full of black hatred, that "self" was covered with bruises, the wounds on his body were like flowing through the forest of thorns, blood flowed out like a spring, and every step seemed to be the last breath, but there was a glimmer of spark-like light in those lifeless eyes, as long as it was not extinguished, then sooner or later, he would use hatred to ignite the entire three thousand worlds.

Mo Yi tried to communicate with a few slightly "normal" selves, some of them didn't realize Bai Mist's interest, and they were shocked by Mo Yi's appearance, and some of them already knew where they were, and exchanged some cultivation experiences with Mo Yi between talking and laughing, but many of them didn't even practice the Blood Shadow Demon Skill, but the main Sanqing Xuanhua Skill, which made him a little vain and unable to further improve his own exercises.

As he moved forward, Mo Yi had unconsciously forgotten how many steps he had walked and how much time he had spent, he only knew that he was getting deeper and deeper in the white mist, and the various world lines he saw in the white mist were becoming more and more strange, some of them were missing a hand, just like Yang Guo, but the sword intent on his body could feel the degree of fierceness just by a glance, and the most bizarre thing was that there was a world line on which he was even a woman, which made him a little excited, and when she saw Mo Yi, she was obviously very curious and smiled brightly, only to feel that the world was much cleaner。

Walking deeper and deeper, gradually, even the sound of those footsteps became noisy, Mo Yi could even see dozens of himself advancing in different directions at a time, looking towards the sky, the sky full of himself like stars, looking down, I don't know when the feet are no longer the earth but the void, and the white under the void is also countless of themselves advancing.

For the first time, Mo Yi felt what it meant to be "a crowd of people looking at different versions of themselves, either envious or hateful or indifferent, and the sounds of exchange, abuse, and prayer disturbed the whole white fog like boiling water."

Suddenly, Mo Yi's back was touched, and he subconsciously turned around, seeing his own face, this feeling was very strange, and this "self" was like a gossamer, although there were no obvious external injuries on his body, but it gave people a feeling that his "inside" had been completely eroded.

Mo Yi's gaze fell on the forehead of this "self", because he had the same three-petaled red leaves as him, which meant that in this "own" world, he was also chased by the Holy Mountain in the Three Realms, and the Battle of Bishan took place, but the result is unknown.

And what shocked Mo Yi the most was that this "self" actually touched himself, it stands to reason that he can only see countless timelines at most in the white mist, just like Xinyue can't interfere, but this "self" doesn't know how to really touch himself!

"You...."Mo Yi's first reaction was not to respond to the enemy, but to quickly take out the healing elixir found in the immortal treasure from the acceptance ring, and was about to stuff it into the mouth of this "self", because he felt that this "self" was about to die by his breath, just because a little breath in his body was hanging.

But when Mo Yi wanted to stuff the holy medicine into his mouth, he refused, shook his head lightly with a smile on his face, and took out a violet-colored silk brocade bag from his arms and stuffed it into Mo Yi's arms.

"What is this?" Mo Yi pinched the bag and felt a little unreal, and couldn't help but ask softly.

"Help her... Stay alive. "Mo Yi" approached Mo Yi's face, looked into his eyes, and said this sentence with his last strength, and finally he evoked a smile and fell into Mo Yi's arms, but it turned into white sand and spread on the ground like smoke and dust.

"~She...?Who is she? Mo Yi stood in place, standing in the vast white mist, countless "himself" walking forward, but he stood still, and he did not attract the attention of others, at most he just glanced at it and passed by indifferently.

Mo Yi pinched the brocade bag and gently opened it, and lying inside was a small golden bell, with a dance word engraved on the bell, the meaning of which was unknown, and even the workmanship was just a dazzling gold reflected in the polishing of the brass pulp, cheap but strangely exquisite.

At this time, a hand suddenly appeared in Mo Yi's sight, he stepped back in surprise and at the same time an astonishing hostility appeared in his eyes, Kunpeng's bones came out of his body, and the extremely annihilating mana collapsed in all directions, but the next moment, a cyan and moving gentle mana pressed back all his hostility and Xi.

Mo Yi looked up at this time, Venerable Qingxuan was standing in front of him, his slender jade hand pressed his right arm, and the mana that stabilized his mind was entered into his body one by one (Hao Zhao), and the gluttonous spiritual root was happily restless, and the mana of Venerable Qingxuan was like poison, which made Mo Yi's whole person extremely excited.

"That's enough, teacher. Mo Yi retracted his right hand, his gluttonous spiritual root was a bottomless pit, and he was afraid that there would be something wrong with letting Venerable Qingxuan consume too much.

"Scared?" Venerable Qingxuan didn't let go of Mo Yi, but steadily held his hand and walked to his side.

"No, just a surprise. Mo Yi silently stuffed the violet into his arms, he looked around, the appearance of the Qingxuan Venerable surprised countless "themselves", and some were even so shocked that they couldn't help themselves, and rushed towards this side with a roar, but in two or three seconds, it turned into white mist and disappeared.

Venerable Qingxuan looked at the figures in the sky, sighed softly, she took out the porcelain plate with white cloud carvings from her arms, and gently stroked the plug of the porcelain plate under Mo Yi's gaze. _

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