Villains: The beginning rewrites fate, and the heroines burst into tears

If the emperor's life can be preserved, the catastrophe caused by the outside world will not leave an indelible shadow in the hearts of all the monks.

When the time for repression is up, even if Emperor Liang Lin still has no way to completely pacify the Outer Territory, with him, the Xuanyan Continent will always exist. As long as the emperor does not die, it is absolutely impossible for the Outer Territory to enter the Xuanyan Continent.

Happiness appeared on the faces of Xuan Rui and the others in unison.

They had been lost before, at a loss, and had an unbearable sadness in their hearts, all because this man could never return.

Now that they knew that Liang Lin would not leave completely, they were all overjoyed, and they were very much looking forward to the moment when they would meet again.

They knew that this moment would not be too long.

The time in the artifact of the ancient painting is still more than ten years away from now, and the memory of his life is almost at the end.

They have hopes in their hearts, but also some worries and bitterness.

When Liang Lin reappeared in the world, in what state should they go to meet that man.

So what, go to appease the scars left in Liang Lin's heart before.

Bai Chen's eyes were full of despair.

When Ye Luoyang found the magic medicine to prolong life for the emperor, Bai Chen was completely desperate.

He knew what he was about to face.

Will live in the shadow of Liang Lin for the rest of his life, Liang Lin reappears in the world, worshiped by all Xuanyan people, and what about him?
As a stepping stone to promote Liang Lin's reputation, no one will remember his name, Bai Chen.

That kind of resentment and depression will follow him all his life, and he will never be able to let go of it forever.

.......
Among the artifacts of ancient paintings.

As day and night continued to change, the scenes in the ancient painting artifact also changed accordingly.

Liang Lin was sitting in his own palace, and in front of him, an old man in a gray robe and gray hair was carefully examining his pulse.

"Ugh."

"Ugh."

"Ugh."

The room was very quiet, but from time to time, there would be helpless sighs from the old man.

Liang Lin smiled wryly, and whispered softly: "I know the condition of this body in my heart, and I also expected it in the end, so the Medicine Emperor can just say it directly."

Yao Huang's expression was serious.

On the already wrinkled face, it seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the wrinkled brows were full of bitterness.

He helplessly shook his head lightly, sighed heavily, and looked at Liang Lin with mournful and sighing eyes.

"I can't do anything..."

Yao Huang softly complained: "Emperor, why don't you take care of your own body. This situation happened once before, but now, it has changed back to this situation."

"The aura has dissipated, the divinity has been cut off, the source has been squandered, and the body is covered with bruises. Last time, there was a dragon horn to repair your damage, but this time, it is really close to extinction."

The Medicine Emperor sighed again.

Doctors have always attached importance to patients, and it is obvious that he has some complaints about Liang Lin's treatment of his body.

"Right now, the old man can only repair some auras for the emperor, treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and temporarily extend his life, but the usable time is very short, and there is no way to solve your problem from the root."
Liang Lin also had some ideas about this, his expression didn't change much, he just asked softly, "How long can I survive in this world?"

"At most 30 years."

Yao Huang shook his head slowly and replied.

"30 years……."
Liang Lin's eyes were filled with various emotions, but he could only squeeze out a smile, and said softly, "It's not bad."
Yao Huang stood up to pack his tools, instructed patiently, with a solemn expression.

It's basically like a doctor treats his patients, without any sense of respect for the emperor of Jiuchongtian Palace.

"The 30 years the old man just said means to rest well and concentrate on recuperation. The emperor must not continue to fight, or even use any spells."

The Medicine Emperor slowly picked up the heavy medicine box. He was dressed in a very simple gray robe. When he was about to leave, he did not forget to give some instructions: "Dijun, you must pay attention to your health. The old man will come to help you after a while. Look at your body."
After Yao Huang left, no one in the emperor's bedroom spoke any more.

As night fell, the breeze blew gently, and the seemingly insignificant lights dispelled the gloom in the room, and some warm soft light shone on Liang Lin's sharp face.

There was no expression on his face, even the bitter smile he had squeezed out just now disappeared.

He was sitting on that bed, his whole body, as if he was in a state of desperation.

....
Outside the artifact of ancient paintings.

"30 years...how short."

There were sighs one after another in Jiuchongtian Palace.

The monks present could feel Liang Lin's mood at this moment.

One person bears this heavy responsibility, silently guarding the Xuanyan Continent, and is already a small boat on the vast ocean, with no one to rely on.

But he is not willing to discard, nor can he discard.

Because the significance of this responsibility is too heavy, I can only keep moving forward.

For 30 years, this is equivalent to a declaration, which makes people extremely desperate.

"But it's a matter of luck."
"The time in the artifact of the ancient painting has only been left for more than ten years. As long as the time limit of the seal is over, the emperor's life can be saved with the magic medicine that Ye Luoyang found."
A monk sighed softly.

Many monks are also very lucky.

Hearing the 30-year deadline, I felt a little relieved, and no longer worried about the unknown consequences of being disturbed by Emperor Liang Lin's retreat.

The scene in the ancient painting artifact began to change and switch continuously.

It was obvious that Liang Lin did not obey Yao Huang's patient instructions at all.

In his bedroom, he embarked on the road of practice day and night.

All the monks present could feel the anxiety emerging from him.

It seems that he was desperately competing with time back then, trying to save something and repair something during this period of time.

These 30 years are his last hope, and he doesn't want to leave this world completely with unspeakable regrets.

No matter what, I have to fight again.

Day and night succeed each other, and the great sun and bright moon are changing.

Right in his bedroom, that white-clothed figure seemed to be sitting on the spot, engaging in a silent struggle.