My Cold and Proud President's Wife

"Old Ancestor, if his appearance will definitely indicate the destruction of this world, what if we destroy him one step ahead of time?" In the silence, a soul suspended on a tablet said cautiously, "As long as there is no Without him, then all the things in my prophecy will not happen, we can continue, and we don’t have to worry about the so-called destruction of the world anymore.”

"Don't try to challenge that prophecy..." The voice of the most central ancestor became a bit more vicissitudes, "I came from that era. When I was still alive, this ancestral hall was much more prosperous than it is now, and I was only lucky enough to come in once..."

The old ancestor's words are quite obvious. When he was still alive, there were already more undead in the ancestral hall than there are now in the ancestral hall. Now that some of them have already wanted to get them, they must use the method of exterminating him. To put an end to the crisis of the extinction of this world, how could those people in the ancestral hall not think of this problem when the ancestors were still alive?
"Since the world was destroyed the first time, how did those things happen after that?" One of the undead asked this question after a little thought.

"This is just like what is said in the fable - the appearance of this person will cause the world to go to the brink of extinction, but the real fuse of the extinction of this world is the battle between those two people - as stated in the prophecy There are so many pages, most of which are describing the destruction of the whole world, but the last two sentences describe the dawn of saving the world..."

"Dawn——" these two words are like hope in despair, which attracted the attention of all the undead around, but listening to the old ancestor's words, there is still a feeling that there is still something to say, so all the undead don't care. Dare to make any more noises, just quietly listening to what the old ancestor had to say, "But these two people are born to be opposite, one wants to protect the world, and the other wants to destroy it The world, in the end, seems to be just a chessboard for these two people, if one side wins, the other side must lose, if one side wants to destroy, the other side must choose to create."

"Take the world as a chessboard to play chess, these two people..." A certain undead was also a man when he was alive. In the eyes of the undead, the world cannot escape a single justice. "Where does this practice put the people of this world?"

"The battle between these two people is shaped by heaven and earth, how can it be changed casually..." The old ancestor also lamented a little, "I just don't know what happened this time..."

This sentence is so powerless that these undead wandering around can deeply feel that this wise man who usually does not say a word, but always puts forward useful solutions in every word, is also at this time. Because of this matter, I have no ideas—maybe it’s not that I have no ideas, but because all the ideas I can think of don’t work.

"Let's just let it go, it hasn't been long since that person appeared, and we haven't gotten too far from the climate, so we should try our best to make friends with him and guide him on the right path, so that he can be as good as possible. To reduce the casualties of this world—the destruction of this world is inevitable, so we can only reduce the damage caused by this destruction as much as possible, and choose the lesser of two evils. Now all we can do is That's all..." The voice of the old ancestor dragged on for a long time, but also very softly, as if he was talking about his own powerlessness.

"Old ancestor—" the master of the calligrapher wanted to open and stop his lips repeatedly, and after three struggles, he finally spoke out what was in his heart, "My youngest son is somewhat similar to the person in the picture. Friendship, and from this aspect, the friendship between the two parties is not too shallow... I don't know..."

Hearing these words from the Patriarch of the Calligraphy in a very low voice, all the eyes of the undead lit up at this moment except for the most important ancestor - all the conjectures they made before were established. Under the conditions that that person can't understand at all, now that there are people on my side who have a good relationship with that person, it is definitely more effective to attack as a person around than as an enemy.

"You must not meddle in this!" The eyes of all the undead began to wander. The ancestors saw the wandering eyes of these undead, and knew what kind of calculations they had in their hearts, but when they thought about this matter, they might The serious consequences caused, the tone of the ancestors who always spoke very lightly suddenly became more serious, "The affairs between the juniors must be left to the juniors, you must not interfere in the affairs between them, if not ...this matter will be more troublesome than imagined."

The old ancestor usually speaks lightly, even if he speaks like this, the undead and the calligraphers around him can feel the majesty contained in the old ancestor's words.Now the old ancestor spoke with a slightly heavier tone on purpose, which made them feel like a boulder was pressing on their hearts—even though the old ancestor did not pose any threat to them, this kind of coercion was It really doesn't make sense, after all, this sentence has been uttered, and everyone's thoughts of what they want to do are immediately dismissed, and there is not even the slightest disturbance.

"I see..." the head of the calligrapher saluted and said.

"We don't have any definite conclusions about this matter. We just know that a huge change is about to take place. Go back and strengthen the thinking of the people in the family. You must not be in the catastrophe that will come soon. What disaster happened." The ancestor was quietly waiting for the master of the calligrapher to leave the ancestral hall, but he was also a person in the bookshelf after all, and the importance of blood was embedded in his heart, and it was also in the three days. This sentence was barely said after struggling.

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"We've only been together for so long, why do we want to leave in such a hurry now." Shuyue lingered in front of the gate of the bookstore, not to Chen Mo, but to his old friend Qi Yuan.

"You also know my reason, I will follow him wherever he goes." Qi Yuan couldn't help but feel a little itchy when he thought of the person who had entrusted him with the task, "So...you understand. "