Elf Warlock

"Yang Qiu, hand over the Spirit of Time quickly, and I can save your whole body!"

"Old Gou Situ, don't resist anymore. You are in a certain death situation. Don't try to escape!"

"Situ Yangqiu, on behalf of the Zhengdao faction, I will protect your body. Stop trying to resist. Hand over the Spirit of Time quickly!"

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Situ Yangqiu was dressed in torn black clothes, with wounds all over, bones and bones, and his hair disheveled. He looked like a bloody man.

Looking around, we are surrounded by enemies on all sides.

There is no way out for a long time.

"Haha, it seems that I can't escape today."

Situ Yangqiu faced death, but his expression remained unchanged, and his deep eyes were like an ancient well and deep pool, without any fluctuations.

The people who besieged him, whether they were from the righteous path or the demonic path, were all coming for his spirit.

Among these people, there are many righteous leaders who are famous all over the world, and there are also old devils who have been famous for a long time.

However, at this time, there seems to be no difference whether it is the face of the righteous way or the face of the devil.

Situ Yangqiu was like that old man with his oil lamp exhausted, standing there tremblingly as the evening wind blew.

Still as still as a statue, there is no wave in the ancient well in the deep eyes.

No one took action, just stared at him. No one dared to underestimate the counterattack of a dying man.

"A lifetime of vicissitudes, fighting reincarnation again!"

When he said these words, Situ Yangqiu had a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

He was a promising college student who inexplicably traveled to this world and read hundreds of novels. After thousands of years, he only managed to conquer the world for a short period of time.

Now it has ended up like this.

"Unexpectedly, my plan that has been planned for hundreds of years has been known to everyone, and I still lost."

Thinking of this, he took out what everyone wanted to snatch, the Spirit of Time!

"what are you laughing at?"

"No! He's going to destroy the Spirit of Time!"

"Old dog Situ, stop!"

For a time, both the righteous path and the demonic path were swarming towards him.

"boom!"

Situ Yangqiu squeezed the spirit of time in his hand that looked like a beast but not an animal, a human but not a human.

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in the dark.

Situ Yangqiu seemed to have woken up, and it was like the memory before his death.

"How's it going? Dad, did I pass the exam?"

"Good good!"

"Tell your mother quickly, she has been worried a lot these days!"

“Ancestor’s blessing, there will be a few more top-qualified tribesmen at this Wisdom Opening Ceremony.”

"Ah? He actually only has intermediate qualifications!"

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye it is a thousand years later.

"I finally got it done!"

In the end, the scene was frozen with all the monks rushing towards him with their teeth and claws open.

When Situ Yangqiu opened his eyes again, he found himself in darkness.

He didn't panic at all, but was quite calm.

"Are you dead?"

His preconceived thoughts made him expand downwards unconsciously.

After he adapted to the darkness, he saw the things around him clearly and frowned slightly.

The inexplicable feeling of familiarity grew stronger and stronger until he heard a call.

"Yang Qiu, come out quickly."

He would never forget this voice for the rest of his life.

It was also on this night that he embarked on his own path to becoming a strong man in this special world.

"Could it be that death is an infinite loop in one's own memory?"

This thought made him feel relieved, and he walked out openly.

In my memory, grandma can cook a table of meals, which is much better than the Chinese New Year.

After Yang Qiu opened the door, it was exactly the same as in his memory. He chuckled and looked out the door.

"Yang Qiu, grandpa has helped you get the chance to go out!"

The kind old man was as gentle as ever, but today, for the first time, he showed a different look in his eyes.

In his memory, his grandfather would prepare a cart of medicinal herbs for him and ask him to return to the family with his master.

Sure enough, the old woman put out the old man's cigarette and pulled him in.

He said softly: "Old man, if you tell Yang Qiu, this child will definitely be happy."

The old man nodded, and his old face became a little more solemn.

"what happened?"

Yang Qiu knew his temper. This old man liked to play tricks on him by pretending to be serious.

"You can follow the caravan back to your family tomorrow!"

"Hui clan?" Yang Qiu pretended to be shocked, his eyes widening.

The old man laughed when he saw Yang Qiu's expression, but the Yang Qiu of today was not the Yang Qiu of the past.

He could clearly see the sadness in the old man's eyes.

"The caravan led by the second lady happens to be short of a servant. It just so happens that you are a tall and powerful person. Everyone in the village knows that you want to go out. It just happens that I sell my old face to the old man to help you."

The old man felt slightly proud when he said this.

Although he knew that things were going to develop like this, he still couldn't control his tears and choked up: "Grandpa"

The old man just raised his hand and patted Yang Qiu's shoulder and said loudly: "You still talk about being a man, look at you."

As he said that, the old man turned his head away.

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Late at night, Yang Qiu was lying on the bed, staring at the moonlight outside the window. The moon tonight was just like in his memory, still so big, so round, and so bright.

Out of habit, Yang Qiu stood up and sat cross-legged, trying to practice.

But at this time, he also realized that he was still the young man in the fields, not one of those lofty immortal masters.

At this time, Yang Qiu also vaguely felt that something was wrong.

But he subconsciously didn't want to admit it, and just murmured in a low voice: "It's just a prison, so why don't I stay with peace of mind, and there will be someone to accompany the old woman and the old man."

"No, according to my memory, after I left, the two elders seemed to have an easier life."

A trace of reluctance flashed deep in his eyes, and finally he took a long breath, not choosing to stay, even in the "phantom", he didn't want to.

Situ Yangqiu drowned in the river at the age of seven while trying to water the vegetable seedlings in the field.

And he was reborn at that time.

Strictly speaking, it is consciousness that has descended into this body.

For a young man immersed in books, how many people dream of doing it again?

No one knows a son better than his father. Although Situ Yangqiu has no parents, he does have grandparents. How can a person know the thoughts of his descendants when he is old?

In fact, Yang Qiu knew that on the third day after he left, the two elders passed away one after another.

It was the two elders who died in tears, and he was not enough to extend their lives.

If he stayed with all his heart, it would be counterproductive.

The old man is worried and will miss him even after he is gone.

"Ok?"

Situ Yangqiu always thought that he was dead, but now he was just in the so-called "death", wandering in the memories of his life.

His obsession is the two elders, and his concern is also the two elders!

But now, the Dantian, which has not been activated by the power of blood, is actually emitting a faint aura.

This breath has been with him for five hundred years, how could he forget it?

"The spirit of life, the spirit of rebirth!"