"My abilities are limited and I can't see many things clearly, but Senior Ye's future did come to an abrupt end when he was twenty-one." Qiu Qiuzi said calmly.

Ye Mingyu forced himself to calm down.

He has experienced many strong winds and waves and has been on the brink of death countless times.

Death is common to him. After all, if there is a system, he will be reincarnated no matter what.

But now the system is gone, and it is replaced by the protagonist's halo.

This thing is also a huge bug that is not much worse than the system.

But since there is the protagonist's halo, how can he die?

"Let me understand. Will a person as powerful as me succeed in transcending the long river of time?" Ye Mingyu raised a certain possibility.

"It's impossible. The book records the timeline, not personal experience. As long as you are still alive in the endless plane, the records about you will not disappear." Qiu Qiuzi said.

Ye Mingyu knocked on the table.

Well, he still couldn't believe that he might be done.

Could it be that I am not dependent on it enough?

Even if you have worked hard and acted in a low-key manner, you still have the possibility of causing trouble.

"You are sure you are not reading it wrong? Are you not looking good? You are highly myopic and don't wear glasses today." Ye Mingyu said.

"Maybe... I'm really wrong? Unfortunately, my Lord is still sleeping. If he is allowed to control it, he should be able to get more detailed information."

"How long will it take for him to wake up?" Ye Mingyu asked.

"I will recover my consciousness in two years, and then I will awaken some of his divine power, but I will have to wait at least two years. Before that, please wait for Senior Ye."

Ye Mingyu tried hard to calm down.

With the power of the apostle-level power of the hatred son, it is very likely that he will misunderstand it. He also needs to ask the Lord of Time to help him.

Although the future in "Book of Time" is irreversible.

But you have to give it a try, after all, you are a man with the protagonist's halo.

With all kinds of luck, you can upgrade from the son of the plane to the father of the plane, and you may evolve into the master of the plane in the future, and you will not die easily.

Unfortunately, his strength has been unable to be improved through normal means since his practice.

What is needed is the inspiration of "one qi transforms three purities", "cells fusion of the sea of ​​spirit", or some unprecedented opportunities.

"I will come back in two years. If you have new clues, please contact me."

Qiu Qiuzi nodded, opened his mouth, and finally swallowed the words back, only saying: "I'll send you out."

Ye Mingyu had no expression on his face.

In fact, his little heart was so twitching that it could not extricate itself.

But I also understand that worrying is meaningless. Even if you act panic, it will only make the people around you anxious and simply turn into a paralyzed face.

In the next few days, no one mentioned this matter again.

The saint didn't tell Maple Leaf and the others?

Or do they already know, but they just didn't say it?

But on the surface, everything is indeed as usual.

The scenery of the imperial capital is still the same as before. After entering the Royal Magic Academy, Ye Mingyu finally started his long-lost first course - in order to make up for the insufficient credits he had taken.

The content is more boring than I thought.

Because his thoughts were too advanced, he could not understand it, just like modern people could not understand classical Chinese.

Those complex professional terms, as well as the necessary casting steps, are completely burdensome.

So even during class time, it is used to play games.

Playing with mobile phones in class and playing with mobile phones in daily life are completely different concepts.

Whether it is excitement or refreshment, it is simply a difference.

Persistence day and night, coupled with the pressure of the prediction of death.

During a class.

New ideas...

Born!

"Principal, have you heard of Magic Net?"

Ye Mingyu specially found the young girl, sat upright in the principal's room, and asked earnestly.

"What? The new noun for the Internet?"

"No, in the game, I recently played a game called "Dungeon and Dragon" and found the settings inside were very interesting."

The principal of the kindergarten girl blinked in confusion, "I don't understand these things very much. I don't play games very much. By the way, do you want cat biscuits? It's mustard-flavored."

"No need." Ye Mingyu refused mercilessly.

Only those who are ruthless eat mustard-flavored biscuits.

He is not cruel enough.

Take out a long scroll from your backpack.

The scroll spreads on the tabletop.

It is carved with a strange three-dimensional structure diagram. The lines are made of magic and are flashing in various colors of shimmer. The components are connected by different materials. Each material has A-level conduction parameters.

"Forget it, can you help make this thing?"

The principal of the young girl wiped off the biscuit crumbs from the corner of her mouth and put them in front of the drawings.

She frowned, bit her fingernails, her eyes fumbled along the lines, extending from the starting point to the end point, and breathed out after a long time...

"Can this drawing be transmitted?" the principal of the kindergarten girl asked in a deep voice.

"Well, of course, it's not a precious thing after all, and it's useless to others."

Watching the principal of the young girl prints the drawings back up, put them in a sealed black box, locks them, and places them separately.

Ye Mingyu doesn't understand her attitude.

After all, the prototype of that thing is just a composition of a network server. It has been slightly modified so that it will not be treated so seriously.

If it is the principal, you will definitely see its essence.

He even asked if it could be spread.

Does the principal want to send this drawing to someone else?

The principal of the kindergarten girl hid the box and turned around and said, "But, the finished chicken, I don't know how long it will take to come out. Can you afford it?"

"It's better to do it within five years."

"Five years? It's not that long, five months are probably enough..."

The wooden door behind him was knocked.

Miss Wujo was wearing a new maid outfit, serving tea, looked at the principal numbly, and took out a thick stamped document from the old place.

The whole stack of A4 paper hit the table, as if the world was pressing on it, hitting the kindergarten principal.

She raised her head humbly, but could not avoid it.

His eyes turned to Ye Mingyu.

It looks even more pitiful than the little white rabbit.

As an old sex critic, can we reject the request of the young girl?

Of course.

Ye Mingyu chose to refuse.

Ruthlessly, he threw his eyes for help behind his head and quickly left the principal's office.

At the same time, continue to think about the principal's attitude towards the drawings.

I always have a bad premonition in my heart.

She asked if she could pass the drawings out? Who did she want to send them to?

If it were the past, he would definitely not care, but now he will inevitably think about the news of his death in five years.

Could this be an opportunity for some tragedy?

Although the summer wind is warm, this creepy thought makes him feel cold.

But this drawing is indeed very simple. A big shot like a young girl principal should be disdainful. Even if it is leaked, it will not pose any threat to him.

It's...

The phone suddenly vibrated.
To be continued...