Quick time travel guide male supporting role

Chapter 82

Another day of Iron Horse Glacier.

Shen Yao looked through the mottled sun projected in the cloud, and there was a sound of heavy weapons rubbing against each other, and the deafening cry resounded through the sky.

The surrounding scenery became the background of the two of them. Shen Yao's black eyes were as calm as water, lingering and far away. It seemed that all disguises could only be seen in the girl's eyes.

"Miss Shen, what does this mean?" Feng Zheng quickly restrained his momentary gaffe and recovered his smile, "Just like you said, you can clearly distinguish between the living and the undead."

"It's up to you." Shen Yao put the sword back into the scabbard, stared at Feng Zheng and said every word: "There is one thing, you need to remember. As I said, I will send you back to your world. This Promise, I will not change."

Feng Zheng's smile remained unchanged, "I naturally know that Miss Shen is a person who keeps her promises."

"However, don't you find it strange?" Feng Zheng pointed to the surrounding environment, "It's exactly the same as the scene a few days ago, haven't the undead been purified by you?"

"Feng Zheng, do you know what an undead is?"

Shen Yao didn't take Feng Zheng's words, but started another topic, "Undead, some people explain it as the soul after death. Although this explanation is easy to understand, I don't think it's quite right. In the West, there was once a The spiritual master explained it like this: the undead are the souls wandering between heaven and hell. They are not understood by the living and feared by the dead, and they are the most tragic creatures in the world." The woman's expression was a little sad, that faint The sadness lingered in Feng Zheng's heart for a long time. "Tell me, what kind of person is the undead who created this environment. She made Nangong Qingrong suffer the pain of death, and made Mo Qinghua endure the pain of lovesickness. I really don't understand. If this person's psychology is resentful, why should he It gave the two of them a chance."

"What lifeline?"

Feng Zheng's heart was still shaking, he couldn't hear Shen Yao's words clearly for a while, and could only follow her words to ask.

"Nangong Qingrong, Mo Qinghua and the others have very weak spiritual powers, and judging from the power of this illusion, they will only be absorbed and decomposed by this undead. It is impossible to maintain the integrity of human thinking, let alone conniving You and I purify the ink. The thinking of this undead really confuses me. Such a temperament makes me feel like a child, usually resenting that I can’t get toys, but at the same time..."

Speaking unintentionally, the listener intends.

Feng Zheng was confused from the beginning, as if something was blocking his thinking.From the very beginning, he felt that something was wrong, but now, after being pulled away by Shen Yao's words, he really understood.

"Don't want to know who is the real undead?"

Feng Zheng raised a smile, a devilish smile.

The palace in the south is obviously incomparable with the magnificent palaces around it.

Not even a single lamp was lit in this small side hall.All the light comes from the moon overhead.

"Time flows here very quickly." Feng Zheng glanced at his watch, "Yesterday at the Qianqing Ceremony, it was still two hours a day, but here, an hour is a day."

Shen Yao looked into the hall, very deserted.

In the small room, there is only a hard bed.The porcelains placed around are all inferior goods, and a soft and immature girl's voice came from inside.

"Hey, Mammy, you've been telling the same story recently, repeating it many times. Rongjing is tired of listening to it!"

It's that girl.

Shen Yao saw that it was the girl who was dressed in the palace attire of Liucai dark flowers and brocade.

At this moment, a pair of little feet are shaking, wearing silver bells on the feet, as soon as they shake, they will jingle, which is really nice.There is also a silver collar around the neck, carved with complicated patterns.

(End of this chapter)