Fairy, please let me explain

Chapter 627 The whereabouts of the previous generation goddess
"Gulu gulu."

Rulan fell slowly and quietly. The only sound left in the guest room was the boiling meat porridge from the blue and white porcelain pot. The aroma of dragon meat soup also gradually spread.

Tian Ye's voice was very soft, but just loud enough for Jia Yi and Li Junwu to hear.

Glancing at the girl from the Western Regions by the window with his golden eyes, Tian Ye sat up straight and said with a chuckle:

"Because Jiantian Pavilion controlled the Central Plains and did not allow ancient beasts to enter, and the living space in the desert was extremely limited, a protracted war broke out between the Linlang and the clans of Chongsheng and Faith. In the end, the Linlang side won the war, and they evolved into the Tatars from generation to generation.

"The so-called Great Desert God Son and Goddess are special individuals whose compatibility with the Kirin Wolf and the Insect Saint has reached a certain critical point."

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After hearing this, Jia Yi, who was standing by the window, immediately cast his gaze on the girl in the black dress who suddenly appeared, with a hint of suspicion.

The war between the Linlang Clan and the Chongsheng Clan is a war for living space, but it is also a war of religious beliefs, with the goal of killing all pagans.

Recalling the history books he had read, Jia Yi murmured in a low voice:

"How compatible are the Kirin Wolf and the Insect Saint? Why does the Insect Saint exist? The clans that believed in the Insect Saint should have been killed by our Tatar ancestors."

“History can be falsified.”

Xu Yuan interrupted her and said slowly under her gaze:
"Perhaps for some reason, the rulers of your Tartar Empire at the time chose to keep the Insect Saint Clan and merged with them."

Jia Yi's mind raced with thoughts, and her beautiful brows twisted into knots:

"Why are you so sure? Your Prime Minister's Mansion has only been in power for a few decades. How could you possibly have information about that period of history?"

Xu Yuan rubbed his brows, feeling a little wary of the sect's power, and smiled helplessly:

“I am not familiar with that period of history, and I came to this conclusion by inferring cause from effect.

"If the Linlang Clan really killed all the members of the Insect Saint Clan, the Insect Saint should not be able to find a body to take him by now."

Jia Yi was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked:

"what do you mean?"

Xu Yuan smiled slightly and said slowly:

"Didn't I tell you last night that several saints would come to attack the city? And one of those saints is the descendant of the Insect Saint."

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Jia Yi's beautiful eyes widened slightly, with a hint of disbelief.

As the goddess of the desert, she knew that the Insect Saint did not die in that war, but as the losing party, the Insect Saint actually completed the evolution of the origin before the Kirin Wolf.

Her red lips parted slightly:
"How can this be?"

"Cuckoo~"

Seeing the wavering look in the eyes of the girl from the Western Region, Tian Ye suddenly laughed and kept poking Xu Yuan's waist with his index finger, with a hint of pity in his tone:
"What a quick reaction! I wanted to tease this little sister myself."

Xu Yuan quickly summarized all the information and sighed:
"Sometimes I don't want to react so quickly. The more I know, the more afraid I become."

Jia Yi bit his lip, stood up and sat down at the low table, looking at the two people opposite him who were singing the same tune:

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Xu Yuan looked back and stared at her:
"You should already have the answer in your mind."

Jia Yi knelt in front of the low table, placed her hands on her thighs, and grasped her skirt tightly:
"Are you talking about our late king's backup plan?"

Xu Yuan nodded gently and said quietly:

"Calculating the age and time, they match up perfectly. The descendant of the Insect Saint should be around 20 years old."

Jia Yi still didn't want to believe it, half-closed her beautiful eyes:

"Two goddesses appeared in the same sixty years. This has never happened in history."

"Then you are the first exception." Xu Yuan interrupted her casually, opened the lid of the blue and white porcelain pot in front of him, glanced at the cooking time of the dragon meat soup, and said slowly to Jia Yi: "It is rare to see an innate Taoist body in a hundred years, but there have been many innate Taoist bodies of the same period in history. This is a matter of probability, but the population base of your Tartar Chao has not yet reached the level of Da Yan."

Saying,

Xu Yuan scooped up a bowl of meat soup and pushed it to the Western girl opposite him.

In the silence,

Jia Yi's green pupils shook slightly, as if something in his heart began to waver.

The information the man had told her was fragmentary and disorganized, but when put together, it formed a structure that made her feel a deep sense of despair and powerlessness.

She revered the previous king.

Honor the ancient king who used his own body as medicine to cure the thousand-year-old evils of the Tartars.

Ever since she learned about what the previous king had done for the Tartars, she began to hate those insects in the royal court who had the previous king's blood and only knew how to fight for power and profit.

The goddess's noble status gave her an opportunity to let Tatarsaka follow the path of the previous king.

So she wanted to seize the supreme power of Tatars.

But now all this information shows that all the efforts made by the late king were nothing more than a dream.

The previous king calculated everything.

He had correctly calculated the internal conflicts of the Yan people, and the Yan people's emperor's century-old ambition to wipe out the sect, but in the end, nothing worked.

Now the situation is still developing in the direction that the Yan people expect, and the Tatars still exist as pawns of the Yan people.

Jia Yi wanted to deny this.

After all, a lot of the information just now was just the opinion of the descendants of the Prime Minister of Dayan.

But the next moment,
Xu Yuan's calm voice directly pierced what she firmly believed in her heart:
"Are you thinking about Nalan Ting? Are you imagining that a great hero like him can only be a pawn in the internal struggle of our Great Yan?"

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A breeze blew into the guest room from the window lattice, and Jiayi's robe slipped off Yueban's delicate shoulders and bones, and her rippling pupils suddenly shrank.

Seeing the girl's expression, Xu Yuan shook his head slightly.

Combining the information in "Cangyuan", he could probably guess what the other party was thinking at the moment.

What Jia Yi, the goddess of the desert, wanted was to lead the Tatars to rule the Central Plains, rather than taking the path of national integration.

The precedent of Nalan Ting gave her this confidence, but now she was suddenly told that all the plans of the former king of Tartar Chao were arranged by the Great Yan Sect.
Boom.

The faith she had held since childhood collapsed just like that.

There was no plan to comfort the goddess. Xu Yuan's words pierced her heart again like a knife:
"If you could be born fifty years earlier, you might have a chance to fulfill Nalan Ting's dream.
"Give up, you don't stand a chance.

"The Desert Goddess, who was left behind by Nalan Ting to consolidate and stabilize the political situation of Tartar Chao, was used by the sect as a tool to control the Insect Saint after her death.

"Whether you are willing to admit it or not, your leader of the Restoration, Nalan Ting, is just a chess piece being played around by those people.

"He is like this, and so will you be."

The rise of Tatars need several generations of rulers who are all heroes of the revival, but they have been calculated to be cut off from one generation to the next. Even in the world line of "Cangyuan" where Jiayi is the final BOSS, he only ends up dead.

Among so many endings, only Gu Yuan was able to enter the Central Plains and truly gain a foothold, but these monsters only occupied two of the fourteen states of Dayan, and had to face the counterattack of the Yan Dynasty and the protagonist of the story at all times.

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Xu Yuan scooped a bowl of dragon meat soup for each of the three women in the room and sighed faintly:
“But I never expected that the mother of the Insect Saint’s offspring was actually the Desert Goddess of the previous generation.

"This is really sad, don't you think, Jia Yi?"

(End of this chapter)