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Fang Chen looked towards the endless abyss.

A look of despair!

A wisp of breeze was blowing on his face, as if Fang's miraculous will was comforting the grieving youth.

The beautiful woman is no longer by her side, but she seems to be accompanied by thousands of soft lights.

He Huo Ran got up and shouted hoarsely.

"Miao Miao...".

No one in the valley responded, only Fang Chen's own echo came slowly.

[Ding, complete the super mission; the arsonist with heart]

[Reward; 100,000 points, reward level tasks; rescue, reverse the future]

Save, reverse the future?

Perceived mission information.

Fang Chen was uncertain, and took a deep look at the abyss surrounded by layers of clouds and mist.

The feeling of being covered with a bit of desperation suddenly fluctuated sharply.

still have a chance……

"Miao Miao".

"Shangqiongbi down Huangquan, I must find you back".

Fang Jiuran and the others looked at the zipline slab ten meters away below, and the figure of a familiar man gradually became clear.

Too late to be happy.

Fang Chen turned his head and glanced affectionately at Fang Jiuran;

"Little Qi, I'm sorry, but you have to worry about me...for a while...".

After that, Fang Chen took out the gentian shining silver spear.

When the tip of the gun was picked, the ribbon broke, and Fang Chen regained his freedom.

There was no hesitation immediately.

With the spear behind him, he leaped towards that Jueyuan.

Fang Jiuran and other women on Qian Jue Peak almost went crazy!

"Time travel? Why don't you change the name of the mission to... Ethereal, love me again."

...

The vortex like a dimensional crack opened, like a huge mouth in the abyss, standing in the void.

Fang Chen jumped down without any hesitation.

There was space in his figure, and I only felt that there were countless screams in his ears behind him.

Probably it was the women on the mountain who were worried about them, but they were scared enough by Fang Chen's crazy behavior at this moment.

But in order to save Fang Miao.

Fang Chen didn't have time to explain nonsense to them.

Boom

There was a thunder, and heavy rain fell directly in the sky.

Pattering, wet the robes of the girls on the top of the mountain.

Fang Jiuran looked demented, staring blankly at the empty zipline tablet.

"People... Where's the people?"

"Guru".

The Hengyang God of War jerk rolled violently.

He was not blind, and he had witnessed the scene of Fang Chen turning around and jumping off the zip line. This scene had an impact on him too violently.

"Jump, jump down...".

Lin Yiqin fell to the ground with a decadent face.

The face is like ashes.

"Chen'er...".

...

Fang Chen, who rushed into the vortex, felt countless traction around him, pulling his body, like a flat boat sailing alone in the sea.

Consciousness gradually sinks.

Da da da da-

The voice kept coming from all over his body.

Like the hourglass of time.

When Fang Chen returned to his senses again.

I just feel that the sun is so dazzling. After staying on the top of Qianjueyuan Mountain for too long, the place is shrouded in smoke and white mist all day long.

There is rarely a chance to face the sun directly.

Accustomed to the bottom of Qianjueyuan's vast mountain, Fang Chen actually felt that it was so unnatural now to be bathed in the sun again.

...

"Mom, I want to buy that".

...

"The New Year is almost coming, buy two new clothes for my baby, husband, the darts game just now is so exciting!".

...

"Fried chicken fillet, fried chicken fillet, delicious fried chicken fillet...".

...

The noise around is constant.

Take a few harsh breaths.

Looking around, he was surprised to find that he appeared on a crowded street.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going.

Fang Chen's appearance with a silver gentian spear in hand appeared in vain on this crowded and noisy street, attracting many people's eyes and sights.

Couples of college students who communicate with each other whispered;

"Is this cosplay Zhao Yun?".

"I think that eight achievements are a middle school student who is addicted to the glory of beating the king."

A gust of fresh and humid air rushed over his face.

The sound of running water could be heard faintly.

Fang Chen's eyelids jumped, staring at it, and a bunch of flower boats slowly drove out not far away.

Qinhuai River? Confucius Temple?

The roadside is brightly lit, decorated with lanterns and sedan chairs.

"Sugar man, sugar man, traditional craftsmanship, sugar man, little brother, do you want a sugar man?".

Fang Chen's eyes widened, everything here is so familiar.

I have been to Qinhuai River.

The last time... it was Qinhuaihe who came with Xiaoqi and the others.

The big-waisted boss glanced at Fang Chen grinningly, and took the initiative to attract customers.

Fang Chen grinned his dry lips, did I really finish the time travel?

He turned his head and smiled at the boss of the sugar man shop; "Boss, there is a question, I want to ask you for advice...".

"What day is January...".

Before Fang Chen finished speaking, a female voice familiar and deep into his bones sounded not far away.

"Sister Si, this issuance card suits you well, try it."

Fang Chen turned his head to look, his pupils almost shrank suddenly, and he couldn't hold the gentian shining silver spear in his hand.

Damn--

Fell to the ground at once,

I saw a cart not far away.

Familiar with sexy back.

Arm in arm with a young man who made him even more shocked that his eyes were falling off.

The figure from the back was wearing a small checkered shirt.

The young man leaned on a cane and opened his mouth with a smiley face.

The two beauties are walking together, attracting the attention of passers-by from time to time.

Fang Chen's pupils widened, and he only felt dizzy in his mind. He licked his dry lips and felt unreality.

The three figures over there are just...

Xiao Qi, Fourth Sister, and...

I.

Memories flooded like a tide. In mid-January, before the martial arts exchange meeting, I visited the Qinhuai River with Xiaoqi...

...

"Haha, Xiaoqi, you neglected your brother."

Next to the jewelry cart over there, the short and beautiful short-haired girl tried the hairpin and gently squeezed the tall and sexy girl next to her.

The woman wore a mask and gave a beautiful glance at the handsome young man next to her;

"Angry?".

"How can I be angry with two beautiful women beside me?".

The young hippie smiled.

From time to time, passers-by projected that enviable gaze, and even murmured in their mouths.

"How can a cripple find such a beautiful girlfriend".

The tall woman next to the jewelry cart heard the words, the flowers trembled, and smiled and punched the young man.

"loquacious".

...

"Little brother, little brother".

The boss patted Fang Chen on the shoulder.

Fang Chen returned to his senses dumbly, and opened his dry lips;

"Today is mid-January?".

"Yeah, I called you several times just now, why are you fainting, saying that your gun is very handsome. Are you a student in the cosplay club of which university?".

Fang Chen took a deep breath.

In mid-January.

This is when the eldest sister leaves to go to the historical sites, the martial arts exchange meeting has not yet begun.

In other words.

The eldest sister hasn't met the so-called mysterious person.

this moment.

Fang Chen realized afterwards that stormy waves were set off in his heart, and he never thought that this god-level sign-in system would actually be able to bring himself back to the past.

And... it was the first day after the eldest sister left.

In other words...

I still have a chance.

The uncertainty in Fang Chen's eyes turned into a layer of excitement and ecstasy.

I said thank you to the boss, I still have something to do.

He took out all the cigarettes left on his body and stuffed it into the hands of the boss, and quickly got into the crowded crowd.

...

The handsome young man beside the jewelry cart on the other end seemed to feel a bit.

Subconsciously raised his head to look at the Sugar Man shop, but there was nothing but a middle-aged boss with a big waist, holding a box of Ninety-Five Supreme cigarettes at a loss.

Follow the sight of the middle-aged boss.

Vaguely, there was a figure in a shabby shirt with patches, squeezing around in the crowd, trying hard to walk away.

Left a back view.

"Chen'er, what's the matter?"

"No, nothing...".

The handsome young man habitually touched the tip of his nose, feeling a touch of melancholy and sadness in his heart for no apparent reason.

This feeling made him feel a little overwhelmed.

"Xiao Qi, do you feel that the tramp wearing the patch seems to have lost something important to him, and his desolate temperament is so attractive...".

"Besides, I always think he's... so familiar."

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