Douluo's auxiliary is the most glorious

Chapter 62 The Power of Destiny
"It's been so many years since this happened, so I can't remember the details clearly."

The environment in front of her gradually blurred, and Xiao Yu's voice seemed to be distant and near. Ning Yiyi opened her eyes wide, but found that she couldn't move.

The flow of soul power is extremely viscous, and the body seems to be broken down into particles that cannot be sensed. You can only watch the surroundings shatter like glass, and then quickly reorganize.

The throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuck, passively enduring the dizziness of traveling through time and space.

……

"I am a time traveler, why? Tell me why!!!"

"The way of heaven is, there is no comment."

"Hahahahaha, the way of heaven! The way of heaven! This is what you call the way of heaven, betraying trust, repaying kindness with hatred, avenging private revenge with public..."

A series of disputes awakened Ning Yiyi who was trapped in chaos.

So tired...where is this?
When he opened his eyes again, he saw only a man in red, kneeling in a pool of blood. It was impossible to tell whether the clothes on his body were brighter or the blood on the ground was brighter.

The man struggled to stand up, but was pushed to the ground again and again by an unknown pressure.

It's a pity that his facial expression has long been covered by coagulated blood, and he can only guess his mood at this time from the momentum around him.

Maybe it's anger, maybe there's some unwillingness.

Suddenly a purple light ball floated from the man's body. Only then did Ning Yiyi see clearly that there was a huge light ball in front of the man. Just one glance and she felt a submissive sense of oppression rising from the depths of her soul.

After seeing this scene, the man who had refused to admit defeat just now crawled forward desperately, shouting some incomprehensible words: "No, don't take her away, what are you trying to do to me?"

"do not want!"

The man crawled forward despite the pressure, leaving traces of blood on the white ground like a stream. Only then did Ning Yiyi realize that the man's legs had been disabled.

Another wave of dizziness came, and Ning Yiyi's eyes blurred. The surrounding environment changed again. It was still in the state of being unable to move, but the only thing that remained unchanged was the man sitting in the center of the room.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, a dark red robe hanging on the ground, with a strong smell of blood, and his legs and ankles were empty. "As long as I am strong enough, I can change my destiny against the will of heaven..."

……

The faint scent of tea came, and the smell of blood that filled the nose receded like a tide, relaxing Ning Yiyi's tense nerves after constantly traveling through time and space.

Ning Yiyi opened her eyes and looked at Xiao Yu, who was quietly drinking tea in front of her with a complicated expression, and had not yet completely escaped from the illusion.

"How about it?"

"Being a mortal and defying fate, taking the ordinary path to gain a new life."

After dozens of time travels, Ning Yiyi pieced together a counterattack journey full of doubts.

Xiao Yu snapped his fingers and the surrounding area became quiet. If you look closely, you will find a light golden protective film around the two people.

Xiao Yu leisurely picked up the tea, blew lightly, and said: "One mistake brings a loser. God is unfair. Losers take the wrong path and risk their lives. They do not overestimate their own abilities."

Ning Yiyi looked at the tea leaves swirling in the teacup in front of her and said softly: "Is it a mistake? There is no mistake in the arrangement of fate."

The voice was so low that Xiao Yu didn't hear it clearly and asked, "What did you say?"

"Loser? I can't see it."

"From an objective point of view, he did not fulfill his wish, but when he took the initiative to take that step, he had succeeded."

"What God arranges is never destiny, but options."

Xiao Yuzhen looked confused, then chuckled, raised his head, drank the tea that was no longer warm, and asked: "What about you? What is your choice?"

"My choice?" Ning Yiyi looked away from the tea leaves and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar person in front of her: "My choice is to be chosen."

(End of this chapter)