The girl's tone was filled with vicissitudes of life, and her dark eyes revealed doubts.
That line of sight seemed to span a distance of more than ten thousand years, separated by a thick layer of history.
Wang Jun thought for half a second and answered honestly: "I am not a descendant or descendant of the One Hundred and Eight Heavenly Gang Disha."
"No? Then how do you know the order of drinking tea, and there are two kinds." Chen Qiaoqiao shook his head.
Without waiting for Wang Jun's answer, she sighed: "Forget it, the bygone era has passed after all, and recalling it is just a loss. I'm afraid you, the future generations, don't even know what the One Hundred and Eight Heavenly Gang Disha is..."
Strong emotions disturbed the stagnant time and space, and dark cracks visible to the naked eye suddenly appeared in the air, several meters long.
The cracks were filled with shattered void particles, and Wang Jun felt the destructive power from them.
Subtle and unobtrusive, yet possessing the power to destroy everything in the world.
That power surpasses extraordinary beings, surpasses humans, and even surpasses living beings. It is a taboo that cannot be controlled.
If Mr. Sun is used as a reference, facing this taboo power contained in the power of time and space, he will not have a chance to survive.
The strongest Martial God in the world is still like this, but what about the others?
Wang Jun's hair was trembling, his hands were covered with goose bumps, and his physiological instinct gave a warning:
You must never touch it, even if you just touch it a little bit, you will be destroyed.
"I'm sorry, I scared you." Chen Qiaoqiao raised her arm as white as a lotus root, and gently brushed it with her small palm.
It did not emit any kind of power, but the terrifying black crack disappeared without a trace, just as abrupt as its arrival.
Wang Jun's pupils shrank, less than the size of a pinhole.
"You have surpassed demigods and reached the realm of gods?!"
"God?" Chen Qiaoqiao frowned and shook his head slightly, "We never believe in that kind of thing."
Her little hand patted Wang Jun's shoulder and said meaningfully:
"Under the rule of the human king, the people either do not worship heaven or are disrespectful. The only ones we truly respect and pay tribute to from the bottom of our hearts are those pioneers who have braved the thorns and thorns for the glory of civilization."
After a moment of silence, Wang Jun closed his eyes and then raised them, and said cheerfully:
"What a spirit. He is worthy of being one of the 108 Heavenly Gang Disha who patrols the world on behalf of the Human King."
"Eh?!" Chen Qiaoqiao tilted her head, "You know we..."
She seemed to want to say the rest of the sentence, but stopped abruptly.
The eyes that are as black as pearls and gems seem to be able to speak, and a quiet glimmer flows in the depths of the eyes, just like the clear mirror lake of Tianshan Mountain.
Wang Jun frowned slightly and saw his face reflected in the mirror in the other person's eyes.
After being lost for a moment, he suddenly shook his head, "What did you just do?"
"You are not our descendant, and you did not lie," Chen Qiaoqiao pursed her lips and smiled very implicitly, "but how did you know about us."
Wang Jun said: "I once entered the No. 3 Guard Town of the Western Capital."
"Ah? I see..."
Chen Qiaoqiao turned her head back, put her two small hands on the ends of her skirt, and gently rubbed her knees, with a hint of desolation in her tone.
Wang Jun continued: "I saw Xuanwu's body there, and a senior named Liu Yuanchen. He claimed to be the agent of Tiangang Disha."
His nasal voice rose slightly, Chen Qiaoqiao turned his head and said: "We don't have an agent, he is also a person of future generations."
Wang Jun nodded, "He is from the Moon Calendar, and the time node we are living in now has reached the Star Calendar."
Chen Qiaoqiao smiled sweetly, "Can you tell me about your division of history?"
"The era we currently live in is the ephemeris, and the accurate year is 1573..."
Wang Jun nodded slightly and talked about the relationship between the solar calendar, the lunar calendar, and the star calendar, as well as the unidentified dark calendar that is more ancient than the solar calendar.
Chen Qiaoqiao was like a well-behaved porcelain doll. She didn't say a word the whole time and listened carefully, with stars shining in her innocent eyes.
After carefully identifying her eyes, Wang Jun asked tentatively: "Are you envious of us?"
"Of course, Qiaoqiao has stayed here for xxxxxxxx days." She nodded eagerly, not much different from the little girl next door.
The sound in this sentence was blocked and Wang Jun could not receive it. The brain translated it as just a noisy and indistinguishable sound of musical instruments.
With a flash of confusion in his eyes, Wang Jun stretched out his palm, as if he wanted to rub Chen Qiaoqiao's forehead.
After a delay of 0.001 seconds, he realized that the being in front of him was a strong man who could patrol the world on behalf of the Human King. He was a proper level 6, or even more powerful.
Rub your head? I'm afraid I'm going to be punched without my head!
Chen Qiaoqiao showed her teeth, her smile was subtle but smart, she raised her hands above her head and held Wang Jun's right palm.
"It's been a long time since my brothers and sisters ruffled my hair."
His whole body stiffened for half a second, and Wang Jun pressed his palm downwards.
The girl's hair is smooth and textured, just like the finest silk.
With her hair gently stroked, her eyes were half-closed, and her face became softer, like a kitten enjoying a massage from a spammer.
The quiet atmosphere lasted for a long time, and Wang Jun said softly: "You are lonely because you can't go out?"
Chen Qiaoqiao opened her eyes, her eyes glowing with stars.
After looking at Wang Jun for three full seconds, she shrank her neck and let her hair leave Wang Jun's hand.
"Qiaoqiao has been dead for a long time and can never get out again."
Wang Jun had expected this - the time required to go from the Sun Calendar to the Star Calendar was too long, and even if the Human King had not disappeared, he might not be alive until now.
He spoke in his mind for a while, opening and closing his lips and teeth.
Chen Qiaoqiao waved his left hand lightly and removed Wang Jun's palm. He stretched out his index finger with his right hand, and the fingertip shone with a faint light, condensing an unidentifiable rune.
"Don't ask. If you ask some questions, I can't answer them. If I answer them, you can't listen. You'll probably die."
That rune had the effect of banning speech... Wang Jun's mouth felt numb like an electric shock.
The reaction was half a beat too slow, and he nodded.
Chen Qiaoqiao placed her small hands by her side, supporting her body with her palms.
One inch, two inches, three inches...
She came close to Wang Jun and rested her little head on Wang Jun's arm.
"Next, I'll say it, and you listen."
Wang Jun knew that the little girl was not attached to him, but was remembering her brothers and sisters who had given her a sense of security.
Feeling restored in his mouth, he replied: "Okay."
"The Human King disappeared. The specific reason is unknown. This is something that Tiangang Disha is also puzzled about, but this matter is not the real reason for the demise of the Sun Calendar."
Wang Jun opened his mouth and was about to ask, but he swallowed his voice again.
With a flash of satisfaction in his eyes, Chen Qiaoqiao continued: "It's good that you didn't ask. If you ask too much, the last bit of my strength may disappear."
Immediately afterwards, she pulled out the dragon tooth dagger from Wang Jun's waist and said while admiring it:
"How long is the period between our era and yours? You need to investigate it yourself. The clue is in the Dragon Teeth Dagger."
"You can drink my tea, so you have a certain understanding of the Five Elements. I don't care where you got this understanding, but I have just checked that although you have many secrets, you are not the spreader of ashes. This is enough.
Already."
Chen Qiaoqiao breathed out like a orchid, and the breath was divided into two streams, one penetrated into Wang Jun's eyebrows, and the other penetrated into the dragon tooth dagger.
"You have to see for yourself what happens next."
Before Wang Jun had time to answer, the dragon tooth dagger glowed with a faint flame, like a candle flickering in the wind in the dark night.
The candlelight expanded rapidly, gradually covering his consciousness.
After being deprived of his six senses and recovering again, Wang Jun heard a call coming from his ears: "Hey, what are you doing, kid?"
There were other people talking beside him: "We will have to hunt the dragon later. We are the agents and we cannot let the glory of our ancestors fall."