Lu Xiner lifted the pen with some hesitation, and a hint of hesitation flashed across her face, as if it was a little difficult to express.

She pointed to Cheng Fan and drew a golden circle with a brush.

"Um...umm!"

A big question mark appeared in Cheng Fan's mind.

When she found that Cheng Fan didn't seem to understand, she gestured out a small circle, only the size of the palm of her small hand.

Cheng Fan seemed to look familiar with such a large round shape.

Suddenly, Cheng Fan's eyes lit up.

The sleeves robe flapped, and a small jade pendant flew out. It was the one that was so cracked that he asked him to repair.

"Is this the case?"

Lu Xiner nodded vigorously and carefully held the jade pendant in her palm, her eyes filled with tears, mixed with joy and sadness.

Cheng Fan nodded slightly, it seemed that this ancient Lu Xiner was inseparable from Dawei.

Maybe she is still Dawei's ancestor...

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Cheng Fan used his spiritual sense to investigate, and she was still in a perfect state!

She and Li Dawei, no, what is the relationship with the Li family?

He shook his head and asked Li Dawei to come and lead the people when he went back, and asked him to lead a Lu Xiner who seemed to be his ancestors.

"I can fix it for you."

Cheng Fan said with a faint smile.

Lu Xin'er paused her hand and looked at Cheng Fan blankly.

He looked at Cheng Fan's eyes carefully and saw that Cheng Fan's expression was not as fake as he was, so he reluctantly handed it over.

"Do you have any plans in the future?"

Lu Xiner nodded and stretched out her little hand to grab a corner of Cheng Fan's robe.

"...Okay, follow me first. I know your junior. Let him take you back then."

Lu Xiner looked happy and nodded without hesitation. Suddenly, she wrote a golden word "Tang" with a brush, drew a circle on it, and looked at Cheng Fan with anticipation.

Cheng Fan thought a little and realized that she was asking when it was the Tang Dynasty.

He shook his head with a wry smile, waved his hand to erase the word "Tang" and said lightly:

"There is no more Tang Dynasty now. You have been sleeping in the coffin for more than 1,400 years."

Hearing Cheng Fan's words, Lu Xiner trembled all over and looked in disbelief in her eyes.

More than 1,400 years?!

The Tang Dynasty... is gone?

Then she,

Didn’t he become the soul of an era?

The light in Lu Xiner's eyes gradually dimmed.

Seeing this, Cheng Fan quickly comforted:

"It's okay, don't be afraid. I also know several existences who have lived for thousands of years. You are not alone."

The existence of thousands of years Cheng Fan naturally refers to Nianxu and Master Long and others.

But he found that this was useless, and Lu Xiner still looked lifeless.

Cheng Fan couldn't help asking, "Why are you worried, can you tell me?"

Lu Xiner's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes were filled with tears, and she slowly lifted her pen to write a word - Lao.

“…”

Cheng Fan thrust violently.

Ha! No matter when it comes, women are indeed very concerned about their age!

"Don't worry, I've checked it. Your bone age is only sixteen years old. In other words, you are just a sixteen-year-old girl."

“Hmm?”

Lu Xiner's eyelashes flashed, and she blinked her eyes and her eyes gradually became brighter.

"Don't worry, it's true."

Cheng Fan said laughing and crying.

"Let's go, I'll take you out of here."

Lu Xiner nodded obediently and grabbed Cheng Fan's hem of Taoist robe excitedly.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Cheng Fan smiled and shook his head, and let her go.

Looking at her bare feet, Cheng Fan glanced at the system space.

The next moment, a red light covered Lu Xiner's crystal jade feet, and transformed into a pair of exquisite red embroidered shoes, which fit perfectly, complementing her red dress.

Cheng Fan curled his lips secretly, seeing the benefits, will you not reject your glory?

Leaving the Wugui Hall, the door of the hall slowly closed automatically, and three hundred sets of Xuan Iron Futu armor returned to the darkness.

Cheng Fan took a last look at the plaque on the hall door and sighed:

"I don't know why this hall is called 'Wugui Hall'."

A trace of nostalgia and reluctance flashed in Lu Xin'er's eyes, but she did not take any further action. She resolutely turned her head and left with Cheng Fan.

This palace of return is gradually returning to darkness, and may be buried in darkness forever.

...

Half an hour later.

Two figures walked slowly in the Qingshi Village.

At this time, Qingshizhai had already changed drastically.

White silk cloth hangs in front of the doors of every household.

Many cottages made of bluestone slabs have really become the tomb of its owner.

In the upper class of Qingshizhai, the five major families in power have completely lost their original authority.

The old man from the Qiu family was in a mess, and the clan was in chaos. The Li family was forced to immediately get to the ancestral land, and now only Li Dawei is the only seedling left.

The entire Gu family and Ma family were dead, and there was no living left. The slaves gained precious freedom, but they didn't know where they should go.

The Xiang family, who has never had any action, has only three or two kittens left in the years of struggle, and they no longer have the scene of a large family. Their only wish is to survive and have no more ideas.

In power?

Haha! Do you think you didn’t die fast enough?

In front of the blacksmith shop, a sparkling light bulb stood.

Oh no, it's bald.

He stood in the dazzling sunshine, covered his eyes with his hands, and looked up at the blue sky.

He didn't know when the next night would come.

But it seems that all the dark moments have passed.

Suddenly, a whistle sounded.

"Monk, can you hit a coffin?"

The bald man turned around suddenly, looking angry.

"Your whole family is a monk, but my hair is not strong enough..."

Seeing the person clearly, his eyes suddenly stopped.

"As long as the price is right, it's not impossible to fight..."

The bald head grinned and showed a refreshing smile.

"You...you guys are not dead."

"Hahaha, I am Xiaoqiang, how can I die so easily?"

Dawei raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

Xiao Xia said with gratitude: "Thank you for your spirits. If you hadn't helped, I would have been unable to hold on."

The bald man waved his hand, his face gradually dimmed, and he forced a smile and said:

"It's good for people to live, but I don't know how long it will take to live. So many people suddenly died in the village, and I don't know what the situation is..."

"No, no one will die again."

The bald man was stunned when he heard this, "What did you say?"

Dawei raised a thumb, showed his white teeth, and said with a smile:

“I mean, Qingshizhai—

The day will never suddenly become a night that can kill people again.

There are no strange black shadows on the streets at night.

There is no more iron rule of ‘Don’t go out when it’s dark’.

There is no more oppression in the village, and everyone is equal.

No one can step on others' heads, and no one is his slave.
Chapter completed!