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Chapter 566 Where are you

Up to now, Zhao Yushu finally confirmed that his previous experience in the Tang Dynasty was indeed a time travel and not just his imagination.

Is this world before my eyes just my own fantasy?

Or is it another time travel that is more suitable for me?

In this world, he did not feel the Snow Mountain Qi Sea, there was no Madam Xu, and there was no Shadow Step, but the strange thing was that his extraordinary reaction speed and strength far beyond that of ordinary people seemed to be brought back.

Even if he is only at the first level, in a world without magic or even with low martial arts, as long as the cultivator of the first level does not act too evil, it is enough to change a lot of things.

As written in some books, a so-called military king can shake the world, so it is even easier for me.

At least living like Long Aotian is no problem.

Just like what Boss Gu and Rulan said.

Isn't it good here?

"Hey man, help pick up a ball."

Zhao Yushu turned around and saw a student waving at him from behind the fence, pointing at the basketball next to him.

Zhao Yushu bent down to pick up the basketball, took a look at the basket more than ten meters away, threw it casually, and walked away without looking back.

The basketball drew an arc, bypassed the high guardrail, and went into the basket amid a chorus of "wow!"s.

"What the hell, what the hell, who is that guy, from our school team?"

"The school team members are not that strong. I think I saw him in the club. His name is Zhao Cheng. Hey girl, what are you doing? I don't have his WeChat!"

Zhao Yushu casually broke off a wooden stick more than a foot long from the green belt, which was almost as long as Mrs. Xu. The stick turned into a series of afterimages between his fingers, and then Zhao Yushu threw it casually. With a click, it was nailed to a tree trunk, three inches deep into the wood.

Sure enough, in this world, my abilities should be invincible.

Have you really traveled through time again?

Taking out his cell phone, Zhao Yushu nervously flipped through the address book, looking for the person among the names that were some familiar and some unfamiliar.

No.

There is no Lan Ling, or is her name not Lan Ling in this world?

Zhao Yushu looked up at the sunset in the west, feeling a little confused.

It’s not a question of whether this world is good or not, it’s that I have no choice now. Why don’t you put two buttons in front of me, young man, please choose the world you want to go to.

Old Zhao bought a roujiamo in grief and anger and ate it in big mouthfuls. He didn’t know what happened to himself over there, whether he had turned into ashes. What if he finally found a way to go back here, but found himself as a skeleton? Then Yan Hui greeted him: Young man, I still have a piece of skin left, how about you?

No, we have to find a way.

Zhao Yushu took out his cell phone. Now Boss Gu and the sister both advised him to stay. These two people represented his master and family respectively. What about others?

The old man? Bujie and Lao Yang? Moer and Yun Gu? Ge Lao and Ji Leng A Yao? And Lan Ling.

Teacher, right?

Zhao Yushu looked at the two words in the address book and pressed the dial button.

"Hey (fourth tone)!"

"Teacher, I'm Zhao Cheng."

"I know. There are words on the caller ID, and I know the words."

Zhao Yushu was held back. This person's personality was just like the old man's. So damn annoying.

"I want to see you."

"Yeah, I'm in the lab."

Beep, beep, the phone was hung up.

On the way to the laboratory, Zhao Yushu kept thinking, the old man only had a small tuft of hair on his head that he tried hard to comb into a small bun, this world can't still be like that, right? If not, wouldn't that tuft of hair fall down and be General Zheng?

Do you have any hair? You don't have any hair at all!

Following the familiar path, Zhao Yushu walked into the research building. The moment he stepped into the building, the headache came as expected.

Zhao Yushu felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that the old man couldn't give him an answer?

Back then, in the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, Yan Hui created an endless sea of ​​suffering that trapped a group of people with inner scenes, but it could not trap the old man who created his own world. Does this world really have such great power?

Zhao Yushu stumbled to his tutor's laboratory, covered his head, and knocked on the door hard.

"Enter."

Zhao Yushu saw the back of a man wearing a neat white coat, but with his shirt open and a pair of slippers on his feet. A few strands of hair were stubbornly curled on his bald head.

"teacher!"

"Ah."

The old man didn't look back.

"Teacher, where is this?"

Zhao Yushu was in so much pain that tears came to her eyes, and her voice was filled with tears.

"Somewhere better suited for you."

"I want to go back."

"Going back where?"

"They are still waiting for me, teacher, I have to go back!"

With a thud, Zhao Yushu fell to the ground. The world in front of him turned black and white. The intense pain made him temporarily lose his color.

In the blur, the old man turned and walked towards him, but Zhao Yushu could no longer see his face clearly.

"who are they?"

"There are so many people, you, Boss Gu, my brothers and sisters, and, and..."

"Aren't they all here?"

"This is fake!"

Zhao Yushu held his head in his hands and roared.

A hand gently stroked his head, and Zhao Yushu felt that the pain seemed to be relieved a little: "We are all here, how can it be fake."

If the people you are familiar with are all around you, if the life you are familiar with is going on, with flesh and blood, tears and laughter, how can you say it is fake?

"she is not here."

"she?"

"She's waiting for me."

Zhao Yushu struggled to get up. The old man's hand was clearly still stroking his head, but he could not feel it.

"this····"

"Shut up!"

Zhao Yushu stood up completely, and the figure of the old man in front of him gradually blurred: "Don't say this place is not good anymore."

"You should go back and rest, then go find her, maybe she will tell you the answer."

The old man also stood up, his figure was almost transparent, and Zhao Yushu could never see his face clearly.

"what?"

"She'll tell you."

Zhao Yushu stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and his palm passed through the air.

The headache continued, but it was much less severe.

Where did the old man go? Was that him just now? Or was it just an illusion caused by my headache?

Zhao Yushu hurriedly took out his phone and dialed.

Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable.

Who?

Who on earth wants to trap me in this world? I'm about to die, why do you have to go to so much trouble to trap me?

Zhao Yushu ran out of the research building and ran back to the dormitory. He pushed open the door and all his roommates came back.

"Lan Ling."

"what?"

The five people stared blankly at Zhao Yushu, who was sweating profusely, somewhat confused.

"Do you know Lan Ling?"

The five people looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

"How far are we from Dongdu City?"

"what?"

"Brother Cheng, are you sick?"

Zhao Yushu looked at his roommates who were already a little scared with confusion.

"We are in Dongdu."

Zhao Yushu shuddered all over and quickly opened the map on his phone to take a look at the location.

East City, White Horse University.

What the hell is White Horse University?

Zhao Yushu turned around and walked downstairs, opened his cell phone, and bought a train ticket.

Where are you now?

Dongdu or Nanyang?