I Became a Follower of the Female Villain

The mountain peaks are shrouded in clouds and mist, and there are silver waterfalls and green lakes, which are green.

Dressed in a white robe, he stands on the top of the mountain, and an ancient wordless book is suspended in front of him.

It was a haze, the sky was chaotic, and a bit of chaotic light was hidden, as if it had existed since the beginning of the world.

Getting close to this breath, Xu Beiwang's soul underwent unimaginable changes.

As if the fog blows away, the past emerges, but also like flowers in the mirror of the moon in the water, ethereal and unreal.

Gradually, from the first page of the Heavenly Book, blurred scrolls emerged, but no matter how Xu Beiwang performed his Taoism, he couldn't see clearly.

"That's..." Until the ninth page, the picture was finally clear.

A young soul is floating around, gradually turning into a crying baby. He is held in the arms of an adult, looking at the towering city wall with the mottled word "Xianyang" on it. . .

"Jiu Jiu Lao Qin, we will go to the national calamity together, blood will not be shed, and death will never stop!"

The roar that shook the sky, like thunder rolling, spread throughout the entire ancient city.

In an instant, the baby grew into a three-year-old child wearing a bun.

On the rippling Wujiang River, a group of fishermen were rafting. Children lying in the dilapidated boats heard the sound of horseshoes rushing like a shower.

A tall, burly, and fierce blood-stained man reined in his horse, staring at Jiangdong in the distance.

"Overlord, please cross the river." Wujiang Pavilion Chief stopped the boat on the shore, his expression tense and panicked.

The man with double pupils was silent for a long time, speaking in a hoarse Chu accent, he said calmly:

"None of the eight thousand soldiers survived, what face will I, Xiang Yu, see Jiang Dong's elders again?"

He handed the black cone BMW to the head of the pavilion, and immediately drew out the sword resolutely, a smear of scarlet blood rushed into the lake, and Qin Mo Xiongxiong committed suicide.

The child was startled while hiding in the boat, and covered his eyes with his hands. When he opened his eyes, he was in a garden with luxuriant grass. He also became a playful five-year-old child.

On the stone table in the distance, a doctor looked gloomy, while the handsome general on the opposite side was broad-minded and free-spirited.

He coughed and said with a smile:

"Don't treat it, I know my own body."

The doctor sighed and murmured:

"Sealing the wolf and living in Xu, the Central Plains is an immortal general, but the heavens are so unfair."

"Heh..." General Xiuqi stood up slowly, as if he had compromised his fate, and said calmly:

"Later generations will probably remember me as Huo Qubing. My short life was brilliant enough. If it's too late, it's fine to die now."

The playful children in the distance were inexplicably sad. He plucked a blade of grass and chewed it, and his vision gradually blurred.

The flames of war are raging, corpses are strewn across the streets, and blood flows down the ditches, sandwiching flesh and blood.

"It's lucky to see Madam today. I wonder if Madam would like to share the same pillow with Cao tonight?"

A general with slender eyes, long temples, and a slightly raised nose was riding a steed, smiling at the trembling and graceful young woman.

"Ms. Zou is willing." The young woman blessed Fuli and compromised with reality.

Cao Cao was in a happy mood, laughed heartily, and ordered:

"Comfort the elderly, weak, women and children in the city, and don't kill anyone."

The eight-year-old boy, who was busy fleeing for his life in the distance, heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this.

...

In the four years of Wude, the smell of smell in front of the Xuanwu Gate wafted faintly over the imperial city.

Li Shimin walked slowly in his bridle, and the exquisite golden armor on his body shone dazzlingly in the sun.

Under the Xuanwu sect, a thirteen-year-old boy was wearing armor, inconspicuous in the vast army.

On the magnificent sea, a burly 19-year-old young man is drying dried fish on the board of the boat.

"Zhu Di, the dog day!"

"My grandfather is still alive, so he must be crushed!"

A small boat crossing the sea was drifting, and the dejected young master was slightly drunk from drinking, his brows and eyes were full of haggardness.

"Shut up, Your Majesty, we are fleeing for our lives." The voice of the old man in the shabby clothes beside him was sharp and cold.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... am I, Zhu Yunwen, still the emperor?" The son-in-law laughed bitterly, hugged the eunuch and wept bitterly, unable to control himself.

In the bustling city, the skyscrapers are quiet, and the clock has quietly turned past two o'clock in the morning.

A man in a shirt and tie is hunched over his computer, almost overwhelmed by the long work schedule.

But when he thought of the wedding gift, mortgage and car loan, he immediately took a drink of ice-cold coffee and forced himself to type on the keyboard.

At 3:30 in the morning, he soaked a bucket of instant noodles and accidentally flipped through a novel. He was fascinated by it, but his spirit could not hold on, so he fell into a deep sleep.

I fell asleep and never got up again.

The soul drifts like exile, and in the gray world, stands a woman dressed in white snow, with outstanding grace.

The soul could only see her back, and vaguely glimpsed the side face. The woman had a doting smile in the corner of her eyes, and her appearance was very similar to the soul.

That kind of beauty eclipses the color of the world in an instant, the sun and the moon dim, and compares all beautiful things.

...

The heavenly book turned page after page, and various pasts of Kyushu Capital and Tianqin Starfield emerged.

boom!

The handsome white robe with blond hair on the top of the mountain danced around, putting the wordless scripture into his body, and was speechless for a long time.

His soul was released under the high pressure of confinement, and the past frames vibrated in the sea of ​​consciousness, and his whole body was washed again.

The soul sublimated again, the colorful shackles in the depths of the soul were broken inch by inch, and the emotions and desires gushed out one after another.

Every shackle carried a strange aura of destruction.

"who I am?"

Xu Beiwang's eyes were in a trance, and he spoke softly.

His soul has experienced the thousands of years of China, seeing the rising Qin Dynasty, the lonely Xiang Yu, Huo Qubing shining like a shooting star, Tang Taizong who put all his eggs in one basket at Xuanwumen, and Emperor Jianwen who failed in the struggle for power...

But this group of people, or the people around him, didn't seem to have seen him?

Xu Beiwang had an extremely terrifying guess in his heart.

"I am a ghost?"

"Impossible..." He subconsciously vetoed it.

Xu Beiwang has seen hundreds of millions of living beings, as well as countless dazzling women. That gorgeous woman is the only one who can match the boss's appearance.

Why does she look like herself?

"My mother?" Xu Beiwang was inexplicably terrified.

He had an unbelievable guess, the one in the restricted area of ​​life, could it be his own mother?

At this moment, Xu Beiwang's mind was in a mess, with too many puzzles lingering in his heart.

This wordless book is just a mysterious item to spy on the soul, but it heals him unintentionally and brings a series of confusions.

If I am not a ghost, then what happened in the past on earth?

"Everything is experience?"

Xu Beiwang couldn't help laughing, he seemed to think of a sentence——

Master, go home!

Could it be that the woman sharpened him, and then one day she would find him vigorously?

Am I the real Son of Destiny?

Keep hunting treasure hunting mice, only to find out that the real treasure hunting mouse is myself?

This speculation is not groundless, after all, the invincible Dao Heart and bad luck are really weird.

He smiled warmly, and a unparalleled figure in a purple dress appeared in front of his eyes.

Empress, I miss you.

With the freedom of the soul, the forbidden burial power is drastically reduced, and it is no longer a big discount. The current burial spirit is not as good as one-tenth of the peak.

But fortunately, the body of the perfect emperor has not changed. This wordless heavenly book is equivalent to the top five Taoist artifacts in the universe, and his combat power has also improved in disguise.

If he had had the choice back then, he would never have practiced the Forbidden Burial Kung Fu, and even the King of the Night is no match for the boss with a strand of black hair.

"I'm back."

The white robe turned into a bright comet, galloping across the starry sky of the universe, and hundreds of millions of stars fell down.