Flying Thunder God of Douluo Continent

Chapter 190 The Vortex of Fate ([-])

The so-called authorities are obsessed, but bystanders are clear. As one of the chess players on the entire chessboard, Cao Bailu can actually be regarded as an authority.

And just because he is in authority, some obviously abnormal things are commonplace in his eyes.

It was at this moment that Cao Bailu realized that everything was so absurd.

In the original book, have you ever heard of people like Nian Pingsheng, Li Qingran, and Jiang Xinian?
no.

In the entire Douluo world view, they are actually real people, but in the original world view, they are people who never existed.

This does not conflict.

Li Qingran was destined to die, but her fate was changed by Cao Bailu. That night, the gears of fate turned slightly, which brought a completely different result to future generations.

Jiang Xinian didn't know what was going on. This girl, who was never mentioned in the original book, didn't look like a character in terms of background or strength.

Even more absurd is Nian Pingsheng.

The big brother of the golden generation, who was not mentioned in the original book, should have died that day when he was frustrated.

However, now he is living well.

Destiny is objective. From the moment a person is born, his life has been turned into an established track in the dark.

You can't make a person with an ordinary fate comprehend the Dao of Tongtian, and you can't let a person who is destined to be brilliant be dusted for no reason.

No one can fight against fate, not even Cao Bailu.

Therefore, it is a terrible thing that Nian Pingsheng's life has been changed.

In order to change Li Qingran's fate back then, Cao Bailu, the protagonist who was designated as a "vacation" by the main god, almost died suddenly on the spot. If the first judge of the underworld did not arrive in time, I am afraid it would really be over.

So changing your life is not easy.

However, Nian Pingsheng now said that his life had been changed.

This ignited Cao Bailu's thoughts instantly.

Several unrelated things connected in series will often bring about different results.

Cao Bailu has a photographic memory, and his memory is naturally excellent.

He will never forget that Li Qingran said that he has a master.

It was her master who sent her to the Wuhun Palace.

Moreover, it was her master who told her that she must die at the age of 12.

Li Qingran said her master was dead.

Cao Bailu couldn't believe it now.

It's not that she doesn't trust Li Qingran, but that she doesn't trust her master.

Similarly, if you read your life, there is also someone who knows you.

The frustrated Niansheng in the tavern that day was the one who bluffed him into the Wuhun Hall.

If I remember correctly, there was a green knife mark on the man's left hand.

This is a very crucial clue.

Although there is no reason to doubt, Cao Bailu, who has always been sensitive intuition, really doubts at this time, could these two gods and men be the same person?

The former can be counted as the death of his disciple.

The latter can eliminate a person's death with a single sentence.

Moreover, Nian Pingsheng and Li Qingran have one thing in common.

Both of them are characters that shouldn't exist.

When coincidence and coincidence appear together, it is no longer accidental, and when impossibility and impossibility occur together, it is inevitable.

Cao Bailu firmly believed in this statement, so he was able to stand at the peak of Xixuan with a mortal body.

At this time, Cao Bailu was looking at Nian Pingsheng in front of him, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"I'll go back and check, you go first, I'll contact my student and a few friends." After a long while, Cao Bailu smiled reluctantly, expressing that he would not delay Nian Pingsheng's time.

Nian Pingsheng nodded and left the place.

There are no pedestrians on the bleak square.

It's very uncomfortable for Cao Bailu to be in the dormitory.

This feeling of being calculated everywhere is really bad.

Of course, it's been a long time.

Cao Bailu looked at the sycamore tree outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.

The cold wind blew past, blowing off a small branch that was already dry.

Cao Bailu lit his bong and took a deep breath.

As for the white smoke that spewed out, it was naturally engulfed by the cold wind, and then drifted into the distance.

(End of this chapter)