My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

The two giants are both related to ancient civilizations more than 100,000 years ago.

The West calls it the Anunnaki, the God of Wisdom Gasha.

The East calls it the ancestor of human China, Emperor Xia, the god of the Great Xia Dynasty.

They thought there were real prehistoric myths.

But who knows, I created everything inadvertently in this era? What they traveled through is the earth in the parallel universe, my hometown on the earth that is suffering from disaster.

Fu Qingjun fell from the sky and landed on the hair of a blond beauty.

With his legs crossed, he sat on top of the girl's head in an extremely leisurely posture, watching the scenery of the street ahead,

However, it is true that there is prehistory. Jiaxia has truly returned to the past... He and the present me are separated by hundreds of thousands of years, facing each other far away.

That stubborn man. Fu Qingjun seemed to look back, and his familiar sentence still sounded in his ears: go to the next future.

But since I came here, it's time to meet another old friend who lives here.

Fu Qingjun looked indifferent.

His mental perception, the head of the woman under his feet, read the location of Boxer University.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, The autonomous region of the Kingdom of Hawks is built along the coast, and it is indeed the most famous university. It has a unique location and occupies the best piece of sea view.

Crash!

The wind howled, and Fu Qingjun rode up the clouds, surrounded by sonic booms.

after a while.

Fu Qingjun fell and came to a street.

There are small green trees all around on both sides of the street.

In the distance is a huge round arch, and a white square stone tablet stands on the sidewalk in front of it, which reads: Boxer University.

All the people walking through the gate were young men and women.

In the guard booth next to it, an old man wearing glasses sat in front of the window, studying a pocket watch with a magnifying glass, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a watch made by Miao Chuntang.

After reading that Mayan book yesterday, I feel more and more that Professor Nasika is still an intellectual talent worthy of attention.

Fu Qingjun floated lightly, bypassing the guards, and there was a blue sea in the distance.

On the edge of the sea view, there is a huge fountain square, in the middle stands a white statue, which is a mermaid with a graceful figure and a sense of beauty. It is obviously a masterpiece of a Western craftsman.

When I came to the building of the History Department and entered the corridor on the third floor, with a thought, I felt the familiar soul fluctuation.

at this time,

Good morning!

Good morning!

The tall and slender Professor Nasika greeted several teachers beside him while walking.

Professor Nasika, congratulations. Your just-published book Chronicle of Mayan Civilization is a big seller. It's only been two days, and 70,000 copies have been sold.

Yeah, I heard that the word-of-mouth of the group who bought it exploded. Many of them are knights and warriors with strong spending power, and even nobles. A strong mythical character. A middle-aged obese woman with freckles and a textbook next to her laughed.

obviously,

Like Isaac, that period of Mayan history was too capable of empathizing with warriors.

The decline of the martial arts world, one person is a martial arts era.

Isn't it just the decline of martial arts in the Jianghu? The sense of historical weight and sadness between the lines infected everyone.

What's more, there is a reversal in the last scene.

The witch Udulla was defeated by the devil, and Liana the Great came back again, killing a bloody road, with the last afterglow of civilization,

Into the depths of the fog, will martial arts rise again?

Big sales are not without reason.

In line with the tide of the times, there is a sense of substitution.

Walking on the campus, many descendants of knights from the martial arts department have been discussing recently. They said that Liana the Great, who suppressed the whole life by herself and turned her back on all sentient beings, is already the goddess of their dreams. The fat woman hugged her He smiled again, You are really a big figure in our history department.

Thank you, you go to class first, the bell is about to ring. Professor Nasika smiled, bypassed the fat woman, and returned to his office.

Pooh!

The fat woman spat and said to the professors next to her:

This woman, relying on her husband Moulton, is the honorary vice president of our college and a regiment commander on the front line. She just made up her own books for the sake of selling her own books. It is a shame to our history department! She is full of lies and should be Set it on the rack of shame in the church, and burn it to death!

A few history professors nearby also echoed,

I think so. There are too many doubts. How can it be so coincidental that it just fits the mood of those martial arts masters and excavated this period of Mayan history?

I haven't seen where she went to do archaeology recently. Where did she get such a piece of historical material? It's so true and detailed, written so vividly? It's really suspicious.

Witches, angels, demons... This is clearly adapted from the myth.

The Mayan civilization is a real ancient history, but it was changed into this by her magic.

The fat woman shook her head, This is too obvious a fabrication, and witches are used as villains. Witches are indeed a symbol of the church's uncleanness, and they will be burned to death...He used this kind of villain, which aroused the sympathy of the knights. , good calculation.

Fu Qingjun frowned.

Sure enough, where there are people, there is Vanity Fair.

After listening to it stagnantly for a while, he ignored it and continued to fly forward.

Suddenly, a history professor pointed to the sky outside the corridor and stammered: Then, what is that?!! God, angel?

Praise God, I saw an angel. This professor was obviously a believer in the church.

Everyone was taken aback, instinctively looked, but there was nothing.

Asshole, you really were brainwashed by that bastard Nasika. The fat woman scolded.

Fu Qingjun bypassed the noisy corridor and came to Professor Nasika's office.

The office is full of various manuscripts and materials, and the bookshelves are piled up to the brim. Although it is so dense, it gives people a very fair feeling.

Professor Nasika is sitting on a chair and sorting out the manuscript.

After these days, her mind is still full of scenes, the elegy of the times, the blood of the earth, the wailing of the common people, and the stubborn Emperor Liana, riding the Feathered Serpent, and finally walking into the depths of the dark mist.

Finally, what happened?

She cared more about that period of history than anyone else, and couldn't sleep at night.

There will be rewards for giving.

But is this really the case in reality?

Emperor Liana, the common people have fought a way out for her. She has given everything to restore the prosperous world. She is desperate, but can she really succeed? She has explored too much history and knows that the reality is extremely cruel. return.

For example, today's knights, who have been sweating endlessly since they were young, can't hold a gun of an ordinary person.

That era, like our martial arts spell today, has fallen, everything has fallen...Emperor Liana, does she... She couldn't help muttering, as if holding a spark of hope in her heart.

Whether Liana can rise, seems to represent a glimmer of hope for them in this era

Suddenly, she heard a clear voice,

Naseka, it's been a long time since hundreds of thousands of years have passed.

Professor Nasika was attracted by the sound, she put down the historical materials in her hand, and looked up to this side.

Who are you...

Looking at Nashika, the whole person's expression was extremely complicated, Through hundreds of thousands of years, countless iterations and destructions of dynasties, you are still alive.

My hair can create a demon kingdom