Quick Transmigration: Reforming the Blackened Big BOSS

  Chapter 1034 Prison Dragon (34)

  Song Futing drew the appearance of Baitang and Cong Huai, and handed it to the person in charge to investigate.

  Can I enter Qianyun Mountain after three days?

  Song Futing suppressed these doubts and drank a cup of hot tea again.

   "Since it's on him, why bother, just grab it directly."

  Cong Huai likes to be more direct.

  I almost couldn't hold back my hand just now. When he couldn't see this smelly woman, he felt uncomfortable and panicked.

Baitang bought some food, and when he heard Cong Huai's words, he rolled his eyes at him: "Is what you give voluntarily and what you get by all means the same? It's like your dragon tendon. It took too long, and they snatched it away. I took what was my own, and I thought I was the master."

  Cong Huai justified: "It's not the same."

  Baitang: "Then I'll just grab it now? Just kill you, and your things are mine."

  Cong Huai: "...you are right."

  Smelly women are quite respectful.

  Baitang continued to buy things, thinking about some things.

  She put a fake Cong Huai in the Sikou Cemetery, which could deceive them a lot of time.

  Little Qinglong was born, attracting people from the cultivation world. They all want to **** this little green dragon, and according to common sense, they will definitely bring treasures with them. People of important status will come.

  As long as he appears in Luoxia Town and wears Cong Huai's things, Cong Huai can sense it like a dragon tendon.

  People who came, she only needs to look at them to see which ones are deeply involved with the Si Kou family. Just check it out.

  She was afraid that what Cong Huai saw was only a part, and the whole plan was not over.

  Cong Huai walked beside him with his eyes downcast, without saying a word.

  The anomaly here in Qianyun Mountain was created by this woman, but she did him a favor.

   Breathing soil and holy spring water, he knows where to find them. But soul rejuvenation water...

  Resurrection...

  Cong Huai's eyes became sharper.

  In the evening, the rain stopped, and the night was an extremely bright starry sky.

   At first glance, it is intoxicating beauty. The Milky Way suppresses dreams, both quiet and gorgeous.

  Cong Huai looked at the stars in the sky, but he realized that the secrets of the sky were out of order and could not be seen. There is also a very special star, like an extra one.

  Three thousand years ago, when he was about to ascend, Cong Huai looked at the stars and calculated that he was about to suffer a catastrophe.

   But at that time, he didn't take it to heart.

  He can break away from the dynasty, and he will be able to ascend immediately. What else can be counted against him?

   Unexpectedly, a mistake will cause eternal hatred.

  Cong Huai hated the people who plotted against him back then, and even more hated himself for not taking it seriously.

   What if you need to be more defensive?

  Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

  Secrets and destiny are like a pair of invisible hands, there is always a way to push you to the established destiny. But is fate really predetermined? Cong Huai always wants to change. After being imprisoned for three thousand years, he did not give up this idea.

  He can't see through the trajectory behind him now, what about Baitang?

  Thinking about this, Cong Huai went to Baitang's room.

  She is sitting by the window with a pen in her hand.

   "Smelly woman, the secrets are out of order..."

  The cool wind blows in from the window, carrying the fresh green grass fragrance after the rain.

  Baitang continued to draw: "It has long been disordered."

   "Already in disorder?"

  Cong Huai sat beside him unceremoniously.

  During the three thousand years he was trapped, he could not see the stars, nor could he know.

  The secrets of the heavens are disordered, someone must want to do something against the sky, and half of the success will lead to such a situation.

  Bai Tang opened the phone album: "It rained today, so I can see such a clear starry sky. Ever since I recorded it with my camera, the astrology has been chaotic. None of these photos can be traced."

  (end of this chapter)