Chapter 2263

Just as Bai Xiaohei was about to turn and fly away, a cry suddenly came from below: "hold on to me. It has been less than two months since the Wannian memorial ceremony. Your majesty ordered that the expansion and repair of the temple must be completed before the Wannian memorial ceremony. Anyone who delays the progress of the project will be directly executed!"

Hearing this cry, Bai Xiaohei stopped, then turned around and looked at the construction site below again. After so many time passes, Bai Xiaohei has gradually found some routines. He can't control time. It seems that there is a force controlling time, which makes him appear in different times, In these times he reached, there must be something to complete by himself, so as to promote history and continue the passage of time.

However, little black doesn't understand what he thinks. Why does history need to be promoted by himself? I'm not a member of this long history? If there are really many things in history that are promoted by yourself, then the future can also be said to be created by yourself. The future created by yourself forces you to change through time. Should you change or not?

As the creator and successor of history, Bai Xiaohei is equivalent to both cause and effect. Instead, he has become a collection of contradictions. In other words, some things that affect the future may be caused by Bai Xiaohei, but he is still unable to determine some situations.

Now at this time point and in this world, the so-called ten thousand year memorial ceremony should be the biggest event, and Bai Xiaohei has a faint feeling that this ten thousand year memorial ceremony is related to his task in this era. In other words, he should also be a kind of guidance when he comes here.

Bai Xiaohei doesn't understand too much doubt, so he doesn't think about it at all. Anyway, his purpose is to go back to the beginning of the red snow plain war and kill the demons to prevent what happened after that. In the history before that, Bai Xiaohei didn't want to change anything at all, so no matter whether he is a person who promotes history or not, he will only follow the arrangement of fate.

In order not to attract the attention of the lower part, Bai Xiaohei slowly fell into the valley and transformed a suit of clothes similar to the labor here with energy. Finally, he released a faint dead breath to cover his original breath. After finishing these white Xiaohei, he suddenly became the same existence as the people here.

Perhaps there are too many workers here, and no one will notice that there is such a person as Bai Xiaohei. Bai Xiaohei scanned around and finally stopped at a stone grinding construction site not far from the right.

At this time, a large number of stones were there, and hundreds of craftsmen, some with chisels and some with hammers, were grinding these irregular stones into rectangles.

Bai Xiaohei walked over naturally, and then came to an old man with white hair and beard. At this time, the old man was holding a chisel in his left hand and a small hammer in his right hand. The old man was very thin and almost skin and bones. However, from the old man's bright eyes, Bai Xiaohei could see that the old man was a monk with good skills.

Ordinary people have little knowledge, but a senior monk is different, so Bai Xiaohei decides to use the old man as a breakthrough to inquire about some news.

"Uncle, you're tired. I'll take care of you for a while. You can drink some water and have a rest." Bai Xiaohei came over with a smile and then said to the old man. In order to make the old man trust himself as soon as possible, Bai Xiaohei unconsciously released some mental power to affect the old man's judgment and mood.

When the old man heard Bai Xiaohei's words, he raised his eyes and looked at Bai Xiaohei. After seeing Bai Xiaohei's handsome face, he was stunned. After all, the people working here are either poor people or prisoners. A white and handsome young man like Bai Xiaohei has never been.

However, under the influence of Bai Xiaohei's mental strength, the old man didn't have too many doubts at that time. He had worked continuously for more than four hours and was really tired. Now someone came for him. Of course, he was willing to turn over and jump off the stone. The old man handed Bai Xiaohei the chisel and hammer in his hand. Then he sat down on a stone nearby and took out his cigarette bag.

"There's tobacco in this place? It's really strange." seeing the old man take out his cigarette bag, Bai Xiaohei said in his heart. He had detected it when he came here. The land in this world is poor, the water resources are extremely scarce, and there are almost no creatures and plants on the surface, but there is a vast space underground in this world, There are a large number of strange animals and a variety of fungi in it. I think Wei Zhong and them should rely on underground resources to continue their pulse to the present.

The old man filled a small bag with some rough purple powder. After compacting the powder, he gently flicked his right index finger. There was a small mass of fire on his fingertip. Then the old man lit the cigarette bag and took a leisurely sip.

From the smoke from the old man's cigarette bag, Bai Xiaohei smelled a pungent smell, which was very special and completely different from the tobacco in Moya.

He found that Bai Xiaohei stared at him in a daze and didn't go to work. The old man had no choice but to smile bitterly. Then he handed Bai Xiaohei the cigarette bag and asked, "will you take a breath?"

Bai Xiaohei was really curious about the tobacco here, so he took it and took a sip at the mouth of the cigarette bag. It felt very comfortable, but then Bai Xiaohei felt a strange sense of paralysis in the smoke, as if the space of consciousness was suddenly imprisoned, Even with white Xiaohei's mental strength, I felt a burst of dizziness.

Feeling the special situation of conscious space, Bai Xiaohei hurriedly urged his mental power to get rid of the dizziness. Then he looked at the old man in amazement. The old man stretched out his hand to take back his cigarette bag and laughed: "ha ha, it seems that your boy smoked this purple witch for the first time?"

"Purple witch? What's that?" Bai Xiaohei was uncomfortable with the old man's smile, and he had never heard of the purple witch in the old man's mouth, so he subconsciously asked.

"That's it." the old man took out a strange thing from his arms. It was purple as a whole. A closer look showed that it was a mushroom, but the shape of the mushroom head was strange. It was an image of a woman sitting on the ground obliquely. Although the shape was very abstract, there were heads, trunk and limbs, In particular, a casual look at the body can determine the body shape of a woman.

Bai Xiaohei looks at this strange mushroom and is a little confused. Is this the cigarette he just smoked? Can this really be used as tobacco? And the feeling of dizziness just now was caused by this mushroom? How can such a humble mushroom affect your consciousness with your mental strength?