"Stay away from Luke Gaunt! He is a madman! He will only bring disaster!"
The blonde woman with a large burn mark on her face shouted loudly at Taylor who was in a pure white light column.
Taylor's hands were raised at his sides and his body was hanging in the air, making him appear to be hanging from a cross.
She looked at the woman, her eyes filled with disbelief, but she could do nothing. Because this pure white light pillar firmly fixed her, except for the change in the expression in her eyes, she could not even move.
"Stay away from him!"
The blonde woman could see a resemblance to Taylor except for the burn marks on her face.
But the next moment, the woman was pierced by a green lightsaber. Taylor just glanced at the green lightsaber and felt like there were countless souls wailing in his ears.
The blonde woman instantly lost her life. As she fell to the ground, Taylor heard another voice.
"No one is allowed to block my path forward!"
The tone was as cold as iron, as sharp as a sword, and a little bit crazy.
Although the difference was not small, Taylor could still tell that it was Luke's voice.
Did he really turn against Luke? Luke is even determined to kill himself?
"What happened?!"
Tyler yelled in his head. But from outside the light beam, she looked like a god overlooking from a high place, with no expression on her face and as cold as ice.
"Luke Gunter is a great man, he deserves our following and praise!"
A gorgeously dressed woman with a charming and enchanting appearance and a fanatical expression appeared where Scar Taylor had been. The figure of scarred Taylor disappeared without knowing the right time, just like the enchanting Taylor appeared in front of him without knowing when.
"Follow Luke Gunter! Let us welcome a new future, a new tomorrow!"
There was almost crazy enthusiasm on her face. She raised her hands high and appealed to the sky, making her delicate and charming face look a little ferocious and terrifying.
No matter what something crosses a certain limit, it will suddenly mutate in another direction.
In the Eastern context that Luke once told her, he said, this is called Pi Ji Tai Lai.
However, in the original intention, this is a bad thing turning into a good thing. But now this kind of worship is obviously a good thing and a bad thing at the same time.
Taylor felt deeply confused about her previous self, and felt deeply disgusted about her current self.
"Luke, that bastard, what did you do to me?"
To say that such a situation can be achieved naturally, Taylor himself does not believe it. If I want to transform from my current personality into the personality I will show in the future, then this guy Luke must have tampered with me.
The next moment, Charming Taylor disappeared from here before she could finish reciting her slogan, and the next Taylor appeared here.
This Taylor looks quite young, she is no longer a young girl and a beautiful girl. She had a loving look on her face and looked like a mother.
"Luke is a great father."
After hearing this sentence, Taylor in the pure white light felt his face burning badly.
But I still couldn't help but want to continue listening.
"Our mission may not be successful in a complete sense. But our life has reached perfection." Mother Taylor's face was filled with happiness.
"We have two kids. One is called Clark and the other is Tony. They are both great kids."
She looked so satisfied, so happy, so enviable.
And the next moment, this Taylor disappeared.
Instead, there was a girl named Taylor who was sharpening a knife. She looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old.
In the pure white light column, Taylor was very confused about what his future self was doing and why he was sharpening a knife. It still looked like a hatchet.
and
The next moment, when the self with disheveled hair, as if he hadn't washed his hair in a few days, looked up, Taylor in the pure white light felt like he was startled.
There was a weird smile on his face, he was obviously smiling, but his eyes were shining with a cruel light.
"We must kill Luke, this playboy. If you can't make up your mind to kill Luke, then castrate him, or kill all the little bastards around him~"
The tone is so gentle, just like the neighbor sister next door asking you if you want to eat candy. But what he said was so chilling. Especially when the other person's face is still stained with blood.
In the pure white light column, Taylor felt himself shivering instantly, and a biting chill rushed from the soles of his feet straight to his forehead.
Is that blood Luke's blood?
What did Luke do? How many boats did he ride on before he was discovered?
How could this bastard do this!
Well done! My future self!
The next moment, the figure holding the hatchet disappeared.
Instead there was a woman wearing a long black dress and a black hat. Her bright blond hair looked so dull. Just by standing there, one can feel a sense of haggardness and loneliness.
Just like a lone goose still staying in place in late autumn.
When Taylor in the black dress raised her head, she revealed a face full of exhaustion and vicissitudes of life. The eyes were dull and lifeless.
"Luke...Luke..."
Finally, she squatted on the ground, crying like a weed blown by the autumn wind.
In the pure white light pillar, Taylor looked at himself dressed in mourning clothes, and listened to the wailing sound like Du Juan crying blood, and his heart suddenly tightened.
"What happened! What happened! Tell me! Tell me! I won't let this happen!"
But she couldn't open her mouth and could only be a bystander, watching the joys, sorrows and joys of these future selves.
But the worry in her heart was so strong that she felt her body tremble and felt her own struggle.
The canthus of his eyes was about to burst, and bloodshot eyes filled the whites of his eyes.
Finally, her fingers moved.
And the scene in front of him also began to change. She saw Luke and a woman with a red ponytail and a leather coat. The woman was very beautiful. She was standing right behind Luke, juxtaposed with him. It was obvious that Luke trusted this woman. But just when Luke, who was already a tall young man, was about to give a speech, the red-haired woman next to him suddenly pulled out a knife with a purple light.
The knife, in the woman's hand, pierced Luke's body with lightning speed.
The smile on Luke's face had not yet dissipated, but his life had already passed away as the purple light lit up.
The people around him, including himself, were so shocked, so frightened, and so surprised. It was as if he didn't believe that this woman would do such a thing.
Time continued to move forward, and Taylor focused on the woman. She saw the woman blocking a thunderbolt explosion for Luke, at the cost of half of her body being blown apart.
Further forward, Taylor saw the woman holding her injured self in her arms, and surrounding them were a group of wizards in white robes. The red-haired woman hugged herself and stared at the wizards like a wounded she-wolf.
Still moving forward.
Taylor saw himself, and saw himself taking the red-haired woman everywhere, and there was so much joy between them. It seemed so intimate.
The two of them were like good sisters who talked about everything.
So why would you betray? !
Taylor focused his eyes on the red-haired woman, trying to figure this out. But the next moment, she felt deeply tired, as if her brain had been squeezed dry. Pain, dizziness, nausea, and fatigue poured into her limbs almost at the same moment.
The picture in front of her
She is becoming more and more mature, but how can she be willing to end like this?
She gritted her teeth, and the look on her face was like stubbornness in capital letters.
Finally, she saw a little bit of it. A little purple light particle penetrated into the eyebrows of the red-haired woman who fainted on the ground.
Everything was dark.
Opening your eyes with difficulty, you can see a white light. But the next moment it returned to darkness. A familiar yet unfamiliar shout rang in my ears. It seemed like someone was calling his name. The voice seemed to be in his ears, but also seemed to be somewhere far away. It made people confused and felt deeply tired at the same time.
Finally she fell into sleep.
The old woman looked at her granddaughter lying on the ground, her face full of distress. I helped my granddaughter wipe the sweat from her forehead.
Then he waved his magic wand, and a mattress not far behind flew over. The old woman struggled to lift her granddaughter onto the mattress. After taking a long breath, he waved the wand again, making the mattress float in the air extremely stably. Then he stood up silently and left the cave.
………………
Tyler was awakened by the aroma of delicious broth.
Her nostrils twitched, and then she slowly opened her eyes. What he saw in front of him was a white-haired old man with a wooden bowl suspended next to him.
The wooden bowl was steaming out. It also gave off a scent that felt very familiar to Taylor.
"Grandma, I want to drink beef soup~"
She acted coquettishly subconsciously. But he was shocked by his weak and dry tone.
Grandma stretched out her hand, straightened a strand of messy hair on Taylor's forehead, and said with a smile, "This is a normal situation. Don't worry too much. You'll be fine. It's just a bit of a big drain."
Taylor nodded hard. Grandma took out a small wooden spoon and lowered the wooden bowl beside her to the appropriate position. With a doting smile on her face, grandma scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it to Taylor's mouth.
A happy smile appeared on Taylor's face, and then he swallowed the spoonful of beef soup with just the right temperature into his stomach.
Not just the simple beef aroma, but also a faint woody aroma.
Taylor knew that this was the function of the wooden bowl and wooden spoon. Every time I have a headache while observing the future, my grandma will take out this pair of bowls and spoons and make a bowl of hot and delicious beef soup.
As long as he drinks the soup and takes a nap, he will be a lively self again the next day.
Looking at Taylor who looked satisfied, grandma had a kind smile on her face.
After drinking this sip of soup, Taylor felt that his physical strength had recovered a lot, and his eyes instantly became sharp.
"Grandma, I saw something..."
"Shhh."
Grandma made a silent gesture.
Taylor looked at his smiling grandma in confusion.
Grandma smiled and said, "Don't be anxious first. Think about what you saw and whether you should talk about it."
"The future is very fragile."
Taylor fell into silence, frowned and began to think seriously.
After a moment, she looked at her grandma and said, "I saw our failure. We didn't seem to have any ending to achieve real success."
Either you have gone astray, or you have not completely achieved your goals. And more often than not, they are faced with a scenario where starting a business is half-finished but fails in the middle.
This is something that makes people feel helpless.
"So, do you see the reason?"
Grandma asked gently.
"I saw it, but only a small part."
Taylor said with some distress.
Grandma wiped Taylor's sweat again and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Taylor. You did see the future and you were right."
"But there should be a lot of futures you see, right? Those futures may or may not happen."
"Anyway, first you have to recognize one thing."
Grandma’s expression is
There was a hint of seriousness in his gentleness.
"Observe the future and stick to the present. Only "now" can we achieve the future we want. "
Taylor fell silent after hearing this. Grandma smiled knowingly and said nothing. She just fed Taylor soup silently, and Taylor just drank the soup silently.
After a moment, Taylor spoke again: "Grandma, if I want to change that future..."
"Then you have to think carefully, find the right time, the right place, the right person, and do the right behavior."
"The future is fragile, but the future is also tough. If you can't find the weakest point... it will resurrect."
When saying this, grandma couldn't help but frown. It was like feeling some pain.
Taylor rubbed his brows for his grandma with some distress. Grandma smiled and pinched Taylor's cheek.
…………
Time flies, and a few days pass by quickly.
On this day, Luke had prepared his luggage.
Looking at the large and small boxes in front of him, Luke nodded with satisfaction. The last time he went to France, he suffered from a lack of preparation. When he and Dumbledore attended the banquet, they didn't even have suitable clothes.
"I've brought my clothes with me this time. I don't know what the nobles in the United States will look like."
It was hard for Luke to imagine what kind of nobles a country with as thin a history as the British recipes would produce.
"Tsk, country bumpkin..."
Luke sighed with a sense of superiority.
At this time, there was a "knocking" knock on the door.
Luke went to open the door, but after opening it, his brows furrowed tightly.
