I have traveled through time, who am I afraid of?

According to the shouting I just did... the volume... should be quite high! How come no one showed up?

Could this be the Gobi Desert? A big desert? An uninhabited area?

Am I the only one lying alone in this room?

So no matter how much I shout, I can't call out another living person?

Leng Rongyue secretly gasped, Oh my God! Did I, Leng Rongyue, travel through time? Or was I a ghost?

Is this the underworld?

That’s not right either!

The underworld... The underworld, the so-called underworld, should at least be gloomy and dark!

Leng Rongyue looked up again at the window which was getting brighter and brighter.

"No, it's not the underworld!" Leng Ningyue shook her head and said to herself.

At this moment, some images vaguely appeared in Leng Rongyue's mind——

There is a room whose style is completely different from the room you are in.

Snow-white walls, square quilts, hard beds... What is this place?

Wait, what's going on? Why did the picture change again?

It turned into a wall with beautiful patterns and a nice soft bed.

There is a large portrait of a beautiful woman hanging on the wall opposite the bed.

The woman in the portrait has short hair...

Uh... short hair... hair...

Thinking of the hair of the person in the painting, Leng Rongyue raised her hand and stroked the long black hair that was hanging on her chest.

Think about it again, think hard, why is the beauty in the painting's hair so short?

However, that little face was absolutely beautiful! Her hair was like dyed ink, her skin was like jade, her eyebrows were like smoke, her eyes were like almonds, and her nose was like red lips.

But the clothes that beauty was wearing were so strange! They were completely different from the soft dresses hanging on the hangers in this room.

The clothes worn by the beauty in the painting are flat, stiff, and angular;

There is also a golden square plate on each shoulder of the clothes, with a golden star on it.

What kind of clothes is that?

Or are they the clothes from the dynasty in which I once lived?

"Ouch..." Leng Rongyue growled in annoyance and shook his head vigorously, and the scene disappeared...

There were many, many people in the next picture, and they were all wearing strange clothes - thick short tops and leather belts.

He wore long trousers and black leather boots.

These people were practicing fighting in pairs on a large flat open space with roars and laughters.

At one end of the open space, there was a platform about ten feet square, on which stood a woman with an upright figure and a heroic look.

The woman put her hands behind her back and looked at the people practicing in front of her with sharp eyes.

This woman is the beauty in the painting in that beautiful house.

Leng Rongyue pressed her hand on her heart which was suddenly beating wildly. What was going on?

Why does this scene make me feel so intimate and familiar?

The face of the person in the painting also looked very familiar, and it was no longer just a simple familiarity of having seen a portrait of a person.

As Leng Rongyue was thinking, she threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed. She didn't even bother to put on her shoes and rushed barefoot to the dressing table beside her.

Leng Rongyue supported her hands on the dressing table and put her face close to the bronze mirror on the dressing table.

The person in the mirror is clearly the person in the painting.

Besides the hair, the clothes are different.

Leng Rongyue stood there in a daze, staring at the extremely beautiful face in the mirror without blinking.

The person in the mirror was also staring at Leng Rongyue outside the mirror.

Leng Rongyue blinked, and the person in the mirror also blinked;

Leng Rongyue frowned, and the person in the mirror also frowned.

It was unknown how long it took before Leng Rongyue came to his senses. He slowly walked away from the bronze mirror, turned around and walked back to the bed, then sat down exhausted.

Leng Rongyue nodded and confirmed that her sister had really traveled through time!

In the past, I was Leng Rongyue, a rare female major general in the Wanma Army;

After traveling here, I found that the original owner of this place had the same name as me, also called Leng Rongyue!

Fortunately, fortunately, I am still Leng Rongyue.

However, the cold and melting moon here...

A severe headache came over Leng Rongyue, causing her to involuntarily hold her head with both hands.

Chaotic images began to flash through Leng Rongyue's mind again.

One picture flashes up, then another.

Then, a picture appeared, filled with noise, scolding and ridicule.

Oh! Some messy voices rushed into Leng Rongyue's mind.