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He stood there in front of Lin Si, and then he drew his bow, aiming it at the three star gods on the field.

Lin Si: "......."

I guess I really have been invaded by Aha's consciousness?

It must be, right?

The Emperor of Bows and Fate drew his bow, facing the three Star Gods.

Is this a dream that a normal person could have?

But the next second...

Arashi suddenly turned around.

The bow was drawn back, and nine arrows imbued with destructive power were aimed simultaneously at Lin Si, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

Lin Si was stunned.

He paused for a second.

Two seconds.

three seconds.

Then he panicked instantly.

"Hey hey hey?"

He turned and ran, pushing the wheelchair, his arms almost leaving afterimages!

"Emperor Bow Master! Lord Emperor Bow! Lan!"

He ran and shouted, his voice cracking.

"I am a citizen of the Celestial Ship! I am your subject! Why are you pointing your arrows at me?!"

Chapter 30 Your Majesty the Emperor Bow, please don't tire yourself out from shooting arrows.

"Lord Emperor Bow, I am a law-abiding citizen, a very law-abiding citizen!"

Lin Si stared at the nine beams of light shooting toward him. He desperately wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

Nine beams of light pierced the void, carrying an aura of annihilation, growing ever closer and brighter.

Just as the light arrow was about to fall...

"what!!!"

Lin Si suddenly jumped up from the bed.

He was panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his heart was pounding as if it would jump out of his chest.

He subconsciously touched his body.

It's still there.

He then touched his head.

Also there.

Lin Si let out a long breath, collapsed onto the bed, stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind filled with the dream she had just had.

The Emperor's Bow Master unleashed nine beams of light, all aimed at him simultaneously.

Lin Si shivered again.

Logically, as a time traveler, he shouldn't have much of a connection to the "gods" worshipped by the natives. It's like someone in your past life believing in Buddhism, Taoism, or God; you may respect that belief, but to say they are truly devout is another matter entirely.

But the problem is, the world is different.

There really is a God in this world.

The textbooks on the Immortal Ship clearly state that the Emperor Bow Master, the Star God on patrol, never speaks to mortals of flesh and blood, but only proclaims his voice with arrows of light.

Simply put: This guy doesn't waste time with small talk; he'll just shoot an arrow if he has something to say.

They weren't shooting ordinary arrows; they were light arrows capable of destroying entire star systems.

Did I dream that the Emperor shot me with his bow?

That definitely means I might have done something wrong.

Or perhaps I might become a "Fengrao monster" in the future, and then the Emperor's Bow would destroy me beforehand?

Lin Si thought of this and instantly lost his composure.

He struggled to sit up, grabbed the bedside table to reach his phone, opened the photo album, and pulled out a picture.

That was a portrait of Emperor Gong Siming that he had casually photographed at a Xianzhou cultural exhibition. In the painting, Lan sat on a chariot, drawing his bow and arrow, looking exceptionally heroic, with cold eyes as if he were looking at a dead man.

Lin Si thought the painting was pretty cool at the time.

Now I find this painting quite frightening.

He propped his phone up on the bedside table, facing the portrait, and gazed at it intently.

"Lord Imperial Bow,"

He clasped his hands together, his tone pious and reverent.

"Don't tire yourself out by drawing your bow, old man. Please tell me what's wrong, but please don't draw your bow and shoot me again."

"My life is of little importance, but if you get tired, that would be a big problem."

After praying, Lin Si still felt a little uneasy.

But it's still a bit hard to talk about "having nightmares" with parents and elders.

He's eighteen years old, and he went to his parents and said, "I dreamt that the God of Bows and Gods shot me with arrows, and I was scared." Just thinking about that scene is embarrassing.

After thinking it over, he picked up his phone and opened the chat box with Yanqing.

Demon King: "I dreamt that the Emperor Bow Master drew his bow and shot at me. Do you know how to interpret dreams?"

After sending the message, Lin Si waited for Yan Qing's reply.

While waiting, he still felt somewhat uneasy.

So they found the portrait of the Emperor's Bow again and once more reverently gazed upon it.

"Lord Imperial Bow, I really didn't do anything wrong... If you have any instructions, could you please send me a normal dream? Don't just shoot arrows all the time..."

Just as Lin Si finished praying again, her phone vibrated.

Yanqing replied.

Invincible Swordsman 123: "I am here with the General. The General asks you, in your dream, how many arrows did the Emperor's Bow Master shoot at you?"

Lin Si stared at the message for a moment, stunned.

What a bad start!

How come Yanqing happens to be with General Jingyuan?

He hesitated for a second, but still replied truthfully.

Demon King: "General, you know? Uh... nine arrows. A full nine arrows! And all nine were fired at once!"

After replying, there were no more messages from the other side.

Lin Si waited and waited, for one minute, two minutes, five minutes.

The phone screen kept turning on and off, but no new messages came in.

Lin Si was getting a little anxious.

He posted another one.

Demon King: "Yanqing, is there any meaning to this dream I had?"

Still no reply.

Lin Si's hands began to tremble.

Demon King: "If I become a monstrous creature in the future, you'd better be quick about it, I'm afraid of pain..."

After sending the message, there was still no reply.

Lin Si was completely panicked.

He stared at the chat window, his mind already running through eight hundred ways to die.

They were transformed into the wicked creatures of Fengrao and were besieged and annihilated by the Cloud Cavalry.

He was imprisoned in a dark jail and would never be able to escape.

He was shot to ashes by an arrow from the Emperor's Bow Master.

The more I think about it, the more panicked and afraid I become.

His fingers flew across the screen as he began writing his "last words."

The Demon King: "Remember to tell my mom that I died suddenly in the game, not from being shot by the Emperor's Bow, so she won't be too sad..."

Demon King: "By the way, my mom likes to drink flower tea. Remember to bring a pack when you visit my grave every year."

Demon King: "There's more...."

He typed more and more, and almost finished writing his "last words" of several hundred words.

My phone finally vibrated.

Invincible Swordsman 123: "What did you say?"

Invincible Swordsman 123: "Where are you now? I'll come get you. The general wants to see you."

When Lin Si saw this message, she finally felt half relieved.

The general wants to see him?

That means there might be something in the dream, but it's probably not without a chance of recovery.

If he's truly beyond saving, the general definitely won't see him; he'll just have Yanqing collect his body.

Lin Si leaned against the headboard and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

He quickly deleted each and every word of the "last words" he had just written.

Demon King: "I'm at home. Come on over."

Invincible Swordsman 123: "Okay, wait for me."

Putting down his phone, Lin Si couldn't help but let his thoughts wander. In his dream, the Emperor Bow Master appeared in front of him, with his bow drawn and aimed at the other three Star Gods. His posture looked like he was protecting his calf.

But why did he suddenly turn around and draw his bow to shoot him?

Just as he was lost in thought, the doorbell rang.

Lin Si's mother's voice came from the living room.

"Son! Yanqing has come to see you!"

Lin Si pushed the wheelchair out of the room.

In the living room, a boy was standing at the door.

He had dark brown hair, a heroic face, a long sword and several short swords hanging at his waist, and wore a well-fitting blue and white training uniform.

The boy's eyes lit up slightly when he saw Lin Si come out.

But then his expression turned serious.

"Lin Si, let's go."

He walked over and naturally took Lin Si's wheelchair handle.

Lin Si's mother peeked out, her face full of curiosity.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Yanqing smiled.

"Auntie, it's nothing serious. The general wants to see Lin Si and have a chat."

Lin Si's mother looked at Yan Qing suspiciously, then at Lin Si.