Xiaobai came back soon, and there was no suspense about the outcome.嚊
Wu Tian only asked: "Are you convinced?"
Xiaobai's originally elated and refreshed expression froze.
It took a long time to squeeze out five words: "I forgot to ask."
He hurriedly added, "I'll ask right away."
As a result, he didn't come back for a long time, and the little tiger almost fell asleep while waiting.
Xiaobai finally came back and looked at him with two pairs of eyes.
Xiaobai's eyes dodge. No need to ask, Wu Tian already knows the answer, "Don't accept it?"
Xiaobai nodded, glanced at Wu Tian guiltily and said, "I knocked them unconscious."
Wu Tian smiled, and his smile made Xiao Bai laugh.
Wu Tianshu groaned and said, "We will continue tomorrow." He left.
Xiaobai and Xiaohu were left staring at each other.
"Continue tomorrow?"
Xiao Bai thought about this sentence carefully, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he patted his thigh. How could he forget that every time the boss beat Long Li, he would ask: "Do you accept it?"
If he doesn't accept it, he will be very happy.嚊
As for why you are happy? Firstly, the fight can resume the next day, and secondly, the boss likes this kind of character.
This is what he concluded. The boss beat Long Li for two and a half hundred years and didn't hate him.
If you don’t hate it, you just like it.
Otherwise, every time there is something good, I would not think of him and give it to him first.
Xiaobai rubbed his chin and smiled. He felt that he had realized the truth.
Wu Tian's idea is actually very simple. Before he thinks about how to arrange them, let Xiaobai take care of it first!
After all, idleness is idleness.嚊
As for what the eldest brother would think, he didn't think about it the moment he left the demons to him.
Wu Tian walked slowly with his feet stepping on the old soil he had brought back over those years.
In this small Tianfeng, apart from the soil, the earthen house is still an old thing.
Wu Tian came to the earthen house, which was mottled with traces of time. He had not lived in this house a few times since it was built. It was either eating ashes or collecting dust. He had cleaned up the dust of the years several times.
Wu Tian took out a lot of dust, which he had collected over the past seventy thousand years.
Time flows in Wu Tian's hands, and the dust particles are suspended one by one, flying to the place where they fell. According to the memory of the years, they travel against the long river of time and return to where they came from.
Seventy thousand years, year by year, month by month, day by day, time goes back, every dust particle flies upside down, and the long river flows backwards.嚊
Wu Tian's eyes have turned silver, which are countless rivers of silver dust, following different trajectories of time, flying and going away.
There was sweat on his forehead.
His eyes gradually bulged.
When the last dust settled, Wu Tian finally closed his eyes.
The earthen house has a new look, just like when it was first built.
But Wu Tian knew that he had not changed anything.
These dusts have returned to their original places, but these dusts carry the vicissitudes of time and the obsolescence of history, and are not the new dust when they first fell.嚊
"Not even a speck of dust?"
Wu Tian murmured softly.
He cannot send even a speck of historical dust back to their past, their time and space.
Wu Tian was a little disappointed.
This was just a random attempt, and obviously, he failed.
He could only look back at the memories of these dusty years and send them back to their original places.
But there is no way to send them back to the moment they fell.嚊
That is to say, he can only see but cannot do it.
Wu Tian put away the earthen house, a brand new old house.
Looking around, there is no old thing in Xiaotianfeng.
Of course, there was nothing.
