My doppelganger drama

In the dynasty hall, all the officials were paying attention to this battle.

The design of the tournament seemed ideal, but in fact it was a rather radical move. However, this arrangement was the emperor's suggestion. It was made clear and it was difficult to persuade. In the end, everyone had no objections.

The magicians of the Magic Academy have weaved a live broadcast of the magic for everyone in the upper reaches. The clarity is guaranteed, but the camera adjustment is really not flattering. There is no way to watch the details in detail. They can only fix one at high altitude. From the perspective, you can take in the overall situation and watch a group of "ants" rushing around. But it's enough for the people here.

Although Zhuang He took up the position of supervisor, his thoughts were not at all on that.

After all, these magicians couldn't keep up with Fu Kong's movements, and she had no interest in watching the others.

She kept looking at the sky. The sky here in the imperial capital was gradually getting darker. The Xinghai magic made her sensitive to the trajectory of the stars at night.

"Supervisor Zhuang, is this a bit too boring for you?" a colleague next to him asked with a smile.

"Well, sort of."

"You don't have to keep staring. You provided a lot of technical support for this conference, and you are only on a temporary basis. If you are tired, go and take a rest." The colleague said with a smile.

Zhuang He was not polite, and even if she didn't let him, she was almost leaving.

It was just a small supervisor anyway, so no one cared about her departure.

External teleportation is prohibited in the palace. Only the royal magicians can master the wavelength of teleportation in the palace.

So she could only go out on foot and prepare to go back to the academy.

Along the way, there was no one, and the dark clouds in the sky made the surrounding visibility very low.

Zhuang He walked on the deserted road for a while, then slowly stopped.

Without any intention of saying anything, he stretched out his hands, and blue star points surrounded him and spread out in all directions. The grass and trees were flying, and several figures in black and white robes were forced to move.

"As expected of a well-known professor in the Academy of Foreign Arts, his perception is so keen." One of the visitors said.

"Are you a bastard from the Bian'an Sect? You appear in the palace at this time and dare to kill people. It seems that the court is really in trouble." Zhuang He looked at the men in black and white robes who were surrounding him and spoke calmly.

"No, no, no, you have misunderstood us. We have no intention of harming you. We just hope to use you as a bridge to make more friends with the God of War." A believer from the other side said flatteringly.

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I just hope that Professor Zhuang can come with us, and I will have tea to welcome you," the other party said.

"waste time."

After saying that, Zhuang He's figure turned into starlight and disappeared without a trace.

Congregation on the other side:! ?

Teleport? !

I didn’t feel any trace of teleportation at all! And where are the restrictions on external teleportation within the palace? Why did Zhuang He teleport away directly?

And since you can teleport away, you just came all the way to play with us!

But their stupidity cannot change the fact that what has happened.

"Master Apostle, what should I do?"

"... Let's report it to the leader first. Although it is said that Fu Kong's weakness is his wife, this statement seems a bit too optimistic. The leader should have succeeded. Most of the dynasty ministers have already turned to him. We, even the emperor, were convinced by the leader’s ability, and the situation has been decided.”

"It's just that the God of War, I hope our respective endings won't be too ugly."

…

The royal family's prohibition on transmission is true. Without a specific wavelength, it is indeed impossible to use foreign methods to transmit at will, but for Zhuang He, it is not difficult to find the "password" of that rhythm.

The main reason why he didn't use it was that if he really teleported freely in the palace, it would be somewhat treasonous. Zhuang He chose to give the dynasty some face for the sake of his husband's face.

But now that even the other side of the church can act unscrupulously in the palace, Zhuang He, who has already understood the situation, no longer needs to show off.

She teleported directly to the academy and walked quickly to the library.

Because of the martial arts tournament, the college is on holiday today and there is no one in the library.

She went straight into the depths, bypassing all restrictions.

The central planetarium was slowly rotating at a low frequency. Zhuang He watched all this with a calm gaze.

After casting the magic, all the instruments automatically started to operate, and the starlight was converged again.

…

There is an unspeakable gulf between our destinies.

They have been married for a long time but have no children for many years. This is the best proof.

In order to pursue the source of destiny, I explore the mysteries of the world.

Above the sea of ​​stars, there are eyes watching the world.

That is the formless will. From a mortal perspective, it can be described as a god.

That god looked at Fu Kong and Zhuang He.

I have such a talent, probably thanks to this gift.

The husband is a person with a great destiny, and countless people around him, even God, hope to stop his pace.

I am not your husband's friend, I am just the eyes of heaven used to tie your husband's reins.

…

Looking at the starry sky gathering in front of her, she slowly stepped into it, and the gauze-like curtain fell down, engulfing her figure, like a fairy returning to heaven.

Her husband was fighting, and even though he didn't say it out loud, Zhuang He could still feel his expectations.

She couldn't just watch from the sidelines.

At least while her husband is fighting, she has to go her own way.

On the battlefield in the distance, Fukong suddenly raised his head and looked at the night sky. The night sky in the plateau desert is clear and cloudless, with bright stars.

He stared silently for a moment, closed his eyes, then lowered his head and looked straight ahead again.

"Do you feel it?" Tianwai's voice reminded.

"Yeah." Fu Kong responded.

"You're lucky too, maybe even luckier than Coffin."

"I don't believe in luck." Fukong said calmly.

"Hahaha, okay, then let's continue. With the help of countless people, the fate of this world has reached its peak. Whether you can break all the nodes ahead depends on you. There are many people here Waiting for you at the end, a weak will, us in the theater, and your wife..."

The words gradually faded away, and the sound that Liang Rendao borrowed from the theater to penetrate completely disappeared.

After Fu Kong took a deep breath, he stepped forward and stepped on a broken spear.

Countless Imperial Army corpses were lying around.

The outline of the city ahead was already outlined in the darkness, but the ravaging golden magical light illuminated everything around it.

His sudden advance has long been known.

Ahead, the army was ready.

The first hurdle is the influence of shaking belief in magic.

He didn't have the time to be like the transcendent person in Rhett's script who, after years of accumulation, would unknowingly break the opponent's limbs bit by bit at the boundary line.

However, judging from the speculations of Liang Rendao and the troupe director, the boundary zone of his world must be unstable, otherwise there would not be a conflict between martial arts and different arts.

Now is the era of alien magic, and as a representative of martial arts in this world, he can achieve a similar goal by quickly defeating the representative of belief in alien magic head-on.

Liang Rendao intervened in this world and helped change the trajectory of everyone's destiny. The impact is not big, he is not that powerful yet, but he can still do it by pushing the approaching destiny a little and helping Fukong speed up. The essence is to use Fukong's great destiny as a lever.

The destiny gathered in the tournament is also what the opponent's belief in strange magic hopes to defeat.

Therefore, that representative has also arrived somewhere on this front.

Fu Kong's perception was far away, and he had already felt the breath.