See Lin Shuhuan side face actually has the same totem as Li Tianlong.
Suddenly Li Xuandao was struck by lightning.
He stood stupefied and looked at the wall, feeling the picture scroll. Two people were waving to him like they were alive.
"Li Dashan?"
Before dawn angel eyebrows slightly wrinkled gently pushed a.
Li Xuandao was awakened by an instant. He wiped his forehead with a cold sweat and smiled weakly. "Don’t worry, I’m fine, but I want to stay here alone for a while. Do you mind?"
"This … all right"
Looking at Li Xuandao’s firm eyes, Dawn Messenger Nai nodded and turned away from the palace.
Until dawn angel figure disappeared after Li Xuandao this just a butt sitting shoveled panting.
This is really weird. Li Xuandao can be sure that his reincarnation is definitely a big conspiracy, and this conspiracy covers ancient times, ancient times, ancient times and ancient times. The behind-the-scenes promoter is by no means his conjecture.
"Li Xuandao, do you care?" Then suddenly there was a gentle sound.
"Who is it?"
Li Xuandao was shocked and suddenly stood up and looked around, but there was no figure swinging in such a big palace, and even he couldn’t find out the clue when he lifted the sky.
"It’s always a good thing for Li Xuandao to come back from the rebirth, no matter what conspiracy the other side has, it’s necessary to have enough strength to break the game, isn’t it?"
The sound rang again. Li Xuandao was creepy.
He turned sharply along the sound and looked at the picture scroll on the wall, and his eyes soared in golden light.
I don’t know when I saw the picture of Lin Shuhuan’s portrait. She turned around and gently held the clouds, dignified and beautiful, charming and low-mouthed. "Li Xuandao, long time no see."
bang
Li Xuandao heart crashing vibration.
His body consciousness retreated, his face showed a defensive look and he shouted, "Who are you?"
"I’m your mother Lin Shuhuan. Have you forgotten me?" The woman sighed and flashed a trace of sadness on her brow.
But Li Xuandao was indifferent and said coldly, "You know I’m the Emperor of Cracked Dome Sword in ancient times, not Li Xuandao in this world. Do you still want to call me your son? Are you too strong in ancient times to see through this little trick?"
This sentence of Li Xuandao is suspected to be a face-breaking.
Because he would rather die than be calculated and run around like a mouse.
However, to his great shock, Lin Shuhuan’s gentle smile did not reveal an unexpected light way: "I know you are the sword emperor of the ancient crack dome, but … you are still my Lin Shuhuan."
Suddenly, the anger went quiet.
Li Xuandao suddenly felt a very strange feeling in his heart. He narrowed his eyes and there seemed to be cold light flashing. "What does this sentence mean?"
"Aren’t you white?"
Lin Shuhuan sighed with a sigh, "In ancient times, you were killed by the sunrise dragon, so your father used the big reincarnation technique to reincarnate your remnant soul. In ancient times, you failed in Du Jie, and your father made another move to make you re-enter the reincarnation. In ancient times, you were framed and died. Your father had to spell out the consumption source to use the big reincarnation technique again …"
Boom!
Lin Shuhuan’s words are like a bolt from the blue, and my mind explodes.
Li Xuandao’s soul trembled and his dusty memory suddenly collapsed. Several scrolls came out from the depths of his mind and flowed in front of him.
A picture scroll is a bloody Taoist who roars at the sky and howls that human beings are immortal. The second picture scroll is a young man standing in the sky and walking on the sky, but being swallowed up by poor sunlight. The third picture scroll shows a young man with a sword running through his chest and looking back at the face of a man and a woman behind him with incredible expressions.
The three pictures are constantly surrounded, and from time to time, there is a loud roar and sorrow, as if telling the past history.
patter
A drop of crystal tears ran down her cheeks and smashed to pieces.
When Li Xuandao woke up, he was already in tears.
"How do you remember?" Lin Shuhuan stretched out her right hand to caress Li Xuandao’s face, but her body was blocked by the picture scroll and she could actually stretch out across the picture.
Close at hand and far away.
"I remember."