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811. Deja vu 8

"There is already a Xuanyuan family here and an heir. You no longer need to bear family responsibilities." Ling Xiaotu continued: "Although I have never thought that you are a very responsible person..."

"But at least the trouble that has followed me since I was born no longer exists." Xuanyuan Xuantian said softly.

"Yes, although it sounds unlikely." Ling Xiaotu said: "But,,,, we found a prehistoric treasure, Xuanyuan Xuantian. When I was a child, I especially liked the legend of treasure hunting. It is romantic, legendary and unrealistic. , it tells you that there is nothing in this world that cannot be accomplished and nothing that cannot be changed.”

Ling Xiaotu shrugged:[

"I can't say that in an era when there was no electric light, it was a good idea to abandon the previous responsibilities and live a better life. I'm not even sure whether this is an illusion or a deception. Our nature is still deep in our bones. We will eventually It's like,,,, life is doomed, you can never get rid of it. But,,,,if we encountered a miraculous bad luck, I don't think I would hang myself because I can't go back to my father. "

Xuanyuan Xuantian glanced at her in surprise: "When it comes to getting rid of your family, you almost described this damn thing as good news."

"I didn't mean it." Ling Xiaotu said modestly: "If you feel good now, I believe it is all due to your father."

Xuanyuan Xuantian smiled softly. This was the first time Ling Xiaotu saw her smile along the way.

Xuanyuan Xuantian pushed open the heavy wooden door of the library. They had been here before in another world, but this time, they saw a vivid scene in front of them.

The air here is filled with moisture, and it seems that if you stretch out your hand, you can scoop out a handful of dirty water full of filth.

There is no firelight, but some luminous moss is used to get the light, like some pagan practices.

This kind of environment is not suitable for storing books, but in fact, these books are like plants, moist, absorbing nutrients from the damp air, just like living creatures.

They walked over quietly, but there was no one here.

"Xuanyuan Xuantian, I feel like the cover of this book is making a face at me." Ling Xiaotu said a little nervously.


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