I woke up after 300 million years

The moonlight was hazy, Chu Lan was half hidden in the darkness, observing quietly for a moment, her voice was low but not deep:

"You're actually drunk? Can the great Open Heaven be drunk?"

Yan Fan turned the pen condensed with flames in his hand and spoke indifferently:

"Drinking from day to night, and there is no need to cultivate to resolve it, so getting drunk is normal."

"Who are you?" Chu Lan approached slowly and asked coldly.

She had never seen Mo Qingwu drunk, let alone drunk in front of a man.

"It doesn't matter who I am." Yan Fan stared at the parchment intently and asked casually, "You hate her because she took away the rights and status that should belong to you?"

Chu Lan stopped at the door, shocked at first, then mockingly:

"Mo Qingwu, Mo Qingwu, this kind of thing is told to outsiders. Everyone thinks you are pure and innocent, but who knows, behind your back, you are a bitch. You bring your lover to the boudoir. How dirty!"

Taking a deep breath, she gritted her teeth, twisted her facial features and roared:

"I obviously work so hard and my talent is not bad, why should I become her supporting role? Everyone thinks that I am the new palace master, but in the end... Haha, I became a joke, just because her cultivation is higher than Am I strong? Just because she has a special constitution? It’s so unfair to my mother. I am her biological daughter and only child. The Fairy Palace should have been named Chu, but now it is named Mo. It’s ridiculous and sad!”

Speaking of this, Chu Lan clenched her fists and said eloquently, "I will not be willing to be a supporting role. I will become the protagonist of the world, the leader of the Tao Alliance, and lead the Tao Alliance to stand on top of the world!"

Yan Fan spun the pen faster, sorting out the details in his mind, and glanced out of the corner of his eye, whispering:

"The ambition is good, but the strength is too weak. If you don't have strong strength to support your ambition, you will be a victim in the end."

Chu Lan half-squinted her eyes, revealing a hint of murderous intent, and said sarcastically:

"You're a bitch's male favorite. You have no right to judge me. Do you really think you're a phoenix if you climb a high branch?"

Unruly, she locked her eyes on Mo Qingwu, analyzing the pros and cons:

Opportunities like this don't come along often. Take advantage of this bitch's drunkenness and kill her with one strike to avoid future troubles!

The problem lies in the aftermath. The master of the Fairy Palace suddenly died suddenly. If I can't find a suitable reason, those bastards will track it down and it will be detrimental to me.

Wait, this man is pretty good... I killed Mo Qingwu, and then I killed him. Later, I said that Mo Qingwu was drunk, and this man insulted her, leading to her death. I found out that this man wanted to escape, and caught her. During the arrest, he was a little too heavy-handed and accidentally killed him. In this way, there was no evidence of death, which was perfect!

From the beginning to the end, Chu Lan did not take Yan Fan seriously, but she was definitely a handsome male favorite.

"This opportunity is rare, God help me!"

Chu Lan looked up to the sky and laughed, her right hand wrapped around the suffocating air of ice, and slapped Mo Qingwu on the head. The speed was so fast that afterimages appeared one after another, and it was bound to be fatal with one slap.

Just when she was about to touch the woman, five fingers were broken and red blood spattered.

The so-called ten fingers connected to the heart, the break of the fingers instantly stimulated the brain, and Chu Lan almost couldn't help but scream.

She took a step back, sweating profusely, looking left and right and said:

"Who? Who is it! Come out!"

Chu Lan thought that there was a strong person guarding Mo Qingwu secretly, and her heart rose in her throat.

The blood couldn't stop flowing, and five fingers fell on the white carpet. Yan Fan turned the flame pen without raising his head, and explained in an understatement:

"There's no need to look for it. There are only three of us here. Maybe you didn't see clearly because I was too fast just now. You try again. I'll move slower and try to let you see the process of breaking the finger clearly."

One sentence made Chu Lan's scalp numb.

What did this guy do? impossible! He was definitely bluffing me. He kept his head down and didn't move. Someone must be hiding in the dark. Who is it? Can you hurt me silently, at least if you are in the early stage of opening the sky, or... Mo Qingwu is not drunk? Deliberately luring me into action... The more Chu Lan thought about it, the more something was wrong. The older he got, the less courageous he became.

"Hmph, just wait and see!"

She admitted that she was scared, rolled up the five severed fingers on the carpet with her hand, and immediately disappeared into the courtyard.

Yan Fan shook his head, the flame pen faded, he picked up Mo Qingwu with both hands and placed her on the bed.

"Is this kind of intrigue worth protecting? You have done thousands of good deeds, but others only take them for granted. You seem to be aloof, but there is no one around you, behind you, or in front of you..."

As he stood up, his arm was grabbed and a cry was heard.

"Dad, Mom, why did you abandon me? Why..."

Yan Fan's expression was startled, hesitating for a moment, his fingers crossed Mo Qingwu's face, followed a strand of hair, and a water mirror condensed in mid-air. The hair merged into the water, creating a countercurrent in time and space, and the picture appeared.

......

Late at night, the strong wind was blowing heavy snow, the forest was covered with silver, and an old woman with white hair was walking in the snow.

Suddenly, a golden vision appeared on the horizon. A saint stood majestic and solemn in the dark night. All kinds of beasts trembled. Immortal energy filled the forest and formed a heavy fog. Immortal sounds echoed around the world. The beasts began to awaken their wisdom.

The old woman was so frightened that she paced in vain and rushed into the forest. After searching for a long time, she found a bamboo house, three fields, two cows, and seven sheep. The village was so desolate that there was only one family left.

The elderly midwife walked out of the wooden house with the baby girl in her arms and congratulated a middle-aged man.

The old woman saw at a glance that the baby girl had an extraordinary physique, so she pulled out a long knife, chopped off the heads of the middle-aged man and the old midwife, and burned the woman in the bamboo house to death.

The blazing flames looked out of place in the dark night, in the snow, and in the forest.

After the corpse was destroyed, the old woman smiled happily and walked away with her newborn baby girl in her arms.

......

The water mirror dissipated and Yan Fan fell silent.

Sometimes, the truth is often cruel and ruthless.

"Dad Yan, where are you? Wuwu..." Mo Qingwu burst into tears in her sleep. She stretched out her hand to grab something, but couldn't grab anything. She was helpless and pitiful.

"I'm here." Yan Fan held her hand and responded gently.

After a while, Mo Qingwu became a little more honest, and the space was rippled. A golden door appeared. The door opened, and the goddess in pink pajamas walked out.

The couple looked at each other, and Yan Fan shared the information he learned with his wife.

After learning everything, Su Yue approached lightly, with no emotional fluctuations visible on the surface:

"What a pitiful little guy. He was taken advantage of by his enemies and he thought he was repaying a favor."

"The evil in human nature is infinite, which is one of the reasons why alien gods 'like' humans." Yan Fan pointed it out and held his wife's soft palm.

Su Yue sat beside the bed and said softly:

"Husband, sometimes I wonder, is our protection worth it?"

"Even if we protect this era, no one will know the truth. Like those unsung heroes, we may still be cast aside by thousands of people because of some trivial things."

"I like this era, but I also hate this era. Do you think it's very contradictory?"

Warm fireworks illuminated their cheeks. Yan Fan kissed his wife's forehead and said dotingly:

"You like it because you were born in this era. Everything you are familiar with here is precious and irreplaceable memories. You hate it because this era is not friendly and unfair things can be seen everywhere..."

"Yes." Su Yue leaned tiredly on her husband's shoulder, her mood fluctuating slightly, "It is said that people are inherently good at first, but in fact this is not the case. In this era, if justice is not upheld, revenge becomes the only option. Justice, everything, society becomes increasingly chaotic, and order gradually collapses."

Yan Fan gently stroked his wife's hair and patiently comforted him:

"In fact, every era is the same, but... your expectations for this era are greater. The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. If you want it, I can create a perfect world for you."

Su Yue shook her head, "It is precisely because of imperfection that it is worth protecting. This seems to be a double standard."

Only imperfections are worth protecting... Yan Fan silently repeated this sentence over and over in his heart.

"Husband, husband?" Su Yue shouted in a low voice.

After recovering, Yan Fan smiled and asked, "Baby, what's the matter?"

"How many days do you want to stay in the Fairy Palace?" Su Yue asked with a half-smile, putting aside her distracting thoughts.

"...Two or three days, after finishing dealing with the Ice and Fire Divine Butterfly, and watching a scene by the way, I will prepare to be promoted to Dark Night Extraordinary Six, and reach the Open Heaven Realm to speed up the transformation of spiritual energy." Yan Fan told frankly.

Seeing how serious her husband was, Su Yue joked again, "Are the girls here good-looking?"

"I don't know. I stayed indoors all day and didn't look at anyone. Anyway, no one is as good-looking as my wife." Yan Fan said decisively.

Yan Fan, Yan Fan, you are getting smarter and smarter. When you stay with Sister Yue, EQ and IQ are indispensable. The benefits of studying more are immediately apparent... He slandered himself and hugged his wife tightly.

The couple talked all night long.

There was light in the east, Su Yue stood up and left a sentence:

"Tuanzi and the others were attacked by the secret sect while they were camping. Please take the time to visit them."

After saying that, Su Yue entered the Golden Gate and returned to Shangjing.

Secret sect? These guys are always so arrogant. They were protected by the "Dark Angel" at first, but now that the angel has fallen, they still don't know how to restrain themselves... Yan Fan's eyes are cold.

It's nine o'clock sharp.

"Tear, my head hurts so much!" Mo Qingwu slowly opened her eyes and covered her head with one hand.

After ten seconds.

"Damn it! Why am I in bed?"

"...Fortunately, I didn't take off my clothes, my lower body doesn't hurt, and my body is perfect."

"Dad Yan, you scared me!"

Yan Fan, who was sitting at the golden nanmu table, complained, "You just scared me, so early in the morning. Who told you to drink so much wine yesterday? You must have broken it off."

Mo Qingwu thought about it, smelling of alcohol, scratching her long messy hair, feeling depressed:

"I just remember that before I got drunk, it seemed...it seemed like it was still daylight."

"Well, as the ancients said, I wonder how much sorrow you can have..."

"It's like I saw you lying on the bedside, so I quickly went to wash up. When you open your mouth, I can smell the smell of alcohol from here. It stinks like hell." Yan Fan looked disgusted.

Getting out of bed in a daze, Mo Qingwu suddenly saw blood stains on the carpet, and suddenly became more awake.

She knelt down close and reached out to touch, "It's not completely done yet. There is blood on the table all the way to the door. Who attacked me while I was drunk?"

"Who else could it be? The great elder of your family." Yan Fan put away the parchment, walked out of the room, and stood in the courtyard to soak in the sunshine. His whole body was shining with golden light, like the warm sun.

Great Elder, Chu Lan!

Mo Qingwu's face was solemn and she murmured to herself:

"You bastard, do you really think I don't dare to kill you? You provoked me once and twice, and the rabbit bit someone when it got angry. If you weren't the master's daughter, I would have chopped you eight hundred times!"

Under the plum blossom tree, Yan Fan glanced back at the woman and said meaningfully:

"Girl, if you want to kill her, I can give you a perfect reason."

"Perfect reason?" Mo Qingwu was puzzled. She picked up the teapot and walked out of the boudoir. She raised her head and took a sip of tea. She kept it in her mouth for three seconds and then spit the tea out. She asked in a lazy voice, "What reason?"

Your master is your enemy who killed your father and mother. This is a perfect reason... Yan Fan muttered in his heart, thought about it, and asked tentatively:

"How's your mental capacity?"

Mo Qingwu, in an ice blue dress, puffed out her chest and looked very arrogant:

"You're kidding, I have the best mental endurance in the world! So what... let me think about it, well, I am one of those people whose appearance remains unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain!"

"Even if you tell me the world will end tomorrow, I don't care. I just want to have a good attitude!"

Dad Yan's expression was a little abnormal. He was not telling me "Son, I am actually your long-lost biological father, and dad loves you", or "Son, tell the truth, I am your biological grandfather", or maybe ... Mo Qingwu, whose brain was still dizzy, was thinking about various things, and the more she thought about it, the more outrageous it became.

Yan Fan used the eavesdropping ability of the "prophet", his head was full of black lines, and he sighed secretly:

Are today’s girls thinking so fast? Sometimes dad, sometimes grandpa, sometimes brother, this girl...

[Forget it, telling her now is too cruel. Wait until the Dao Alliance elects the second leader of the real power alliance, and she will adjust her mentality before telling her the truth. 】

Both are thinking.

Mo Qingwu came to her senses first, stepped closer, poked Yan Fan's shoulder with her finger, and opened her mouth:

"Dad Yan, tell me, why do you look so sad?"

Yan Fan changed the subject and sighed:

"You have such a stinky mouth."

Mo Qingwu: "..."