The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

His mind was filled with the anxious voice of the god, but at this moment, Qi Yu didn't dare to say a word.

Because, less than a mile in front of him, there was a pair of green glasses looking at him quietly.

Probably attracted by the light from the square box.

Qi Yu sent the phone to the god and decisively disconnected the unfinished infusion.

He had just looked for it. The soft sword was taken away by the man when he escaped. He picked up the hose and needle.

Forget it, although my fighting ability is insufficient, I can only fight this wolf!

"Oh no, Yu is being targeted by a wolf."

Almost the next moment before the wolf pounced, Qi Yu flew away, rolled on the ground, and successfully came behind the wolf. He took the pillow and followed the syringe, swung it out suddenly, gathered strength in his arms, and accurately stabbed the wolf's hind legs.

"Ow~"

The howling of wolves could be heard throughout the forest.

But the extremely thin needle was like a tickle to it, and Qi Yu frowned deeply.

The next moment, a round bottle filled with hot water fell in front of him.

Uh…the gods knew he was in danger and gave him a life-saving weapon?

But this is too bad.

The next moment, a familiar dagger fell into his palm.

Old man, we meet again.

With a suitable weapon in hand, Qi Yu was no longer afraid. Although his body was still a little weak, dealing with a mere wolf was no problem!

He just tapped his toes lightly, flew up, and fought with the vicious wolf that rushed towards him at the same time.

Soon, he gained the upper hand. Just as the wolf's claws were about to scratch his handsome face, he stabbed the wolf's neck with a knife.

Blood splattered and the wolf fell to the ground.

"I've only heard of Wu Song fighting tigers, but I've never seen anyone fighting a wolf barehanded. Qi Yu, if that dagger doesn't work for me, I'll find another tool. Would a mace work?"

Hearing that he had encountered a vicious wolf, Song Nian hurried to the storage room to find the mace that had not been used for a long time.

She bought it for fitness.

But before the transmission, Qi Yu's good news came to his ears, "We have wolf meat to eat tonight."

"My prince is so amazing!"

What kind of person can defeat a wolf with bare hands?

And he's a man who just escaped death!

Song Nian became more and more curious about Qi Yu's appearance.

I really don’t know if I can meet him in my lifetime. I really want to see his heroic figure with my own eyes.

"There are wolves, and perhaps other ferocious beasts. Don't stay in that deep forest. Let's go."

Song Nian asked him to send her the phone. She sent it to him because the situation was urgent. There were many photos and food of her mother in the phone, and she couldn't throw it away.

"Okay, Yu will leave now. Once we catch that bastard, we will return to the place of exile."

Qi Yu drank the hot water in one gulp, and his body felt warm instantly. He tore open a bag of bread, ate a simple meal, and then put the mobile phone in his palm. When he was about to send his mind, his fingertips touched something, and his face suddenly appeared in the square box.

"What kind of monster are you?"

Qi Yu was startled at first, and after a long while, when he saw the person inside doing the same action as him, he realized that this was a mirror.

It is a hundred times clearer than a bronze mirror, even clearer than water. I don’t know what kind of crystal it is made of.

Out of curiosity, Qi Yu raised his phone and looked around. Then, with a click, his face was frozen in time.

Forget it, don’t break the god’s things, Qi Yu hurriedly sent the phone over.

"Wait for my good news, Nian'er."

After saying these words in a hurry, Qi Yu set off in the direction he came from.

There was no one in the deep forest, but there were footprints of people fleeing in panic.

The gods have spoken, so if he catches someone again, he will never let him go easily.

After getting his phone back, Song Nian just checked the battery level and put it aside.

After hearing Qi Yu's deep and powerful voice and confirming that he was fine, I remembered that I hadn't eaten yet.

She was under house arrest in the Song family for a day and a night, and Song Jin didn't give her any food to eat. She was afraid that no one would believe it if she told others about it.

She hurriedly ordered some takeout, ate and drank her fill, and took a bath. Still without waiting for Qi Yu's reply, Song Nian lay on the bed and browsed her phone.

Huh?

There seems to be a strange photo in the album.

Song Nian was planning to delete the two useless videos, but suddenly he found a selfie of a man.

The man was dressed in black, his hair sticking up high. His face was defined by sharp features, and beneath his sword-like brows were a pair of large, curious eyes. Deep-set, his eyes were bright and heroic, their gleaming cold and contemptuous. He had a high nose bridge, thin lips that were pale yet slightly sensual, their corners slightly sunken, and deep, beautiful dimples. His pale face was speckled with blood.

Battle-damaged makeup?

He is dressed in heroic manner, just like a general in a movie or TV drama.

Song Nian was fascinated by it.

Looking at the dense forest of plants behind the man and the syringe accidentally exposed in the corner, Song Nian was shocked.

Is this Qi Yu?

It's his selfie!

This is what the exiled prince from a thousand years ago looked like. He is thousands of times more handsome than the current popular film and television bosses in mainland China.

No, there is absolutely no comparison.

After confirming that it was Qi Yu, Song Nian lay on the bed, her cheeks flushed. She held her phone carefully, wanting to look but not daring to. She closed her eyes, glanced secretly, and then opened them again.

Deposed Crown Prince, Qi Yu...

I don’t know what kind of emotion is quietly growing in Song Nian’s heart.

I can’t imagine how much of a sensation this photo would cause if it were to get out.

Song Nian thought of Zhou Bo's joy when he got the bamboo slips. If she told him that the deposed prince, who was so handsome in the unofficial history, had a face, which was very different from what everyone imagined in the autobiography, she wondered how excited Zhou Bo would be. She would probably get another generous transfer.

No, she is not short of money now.

The point is, she subconsciously didn't want Qi Yu to be seen by anyone other than her.

She wants to keep it secret.

I don’t know why I thought this way. By the time Song Nian realized it, he had already saved Qi Yu’s photo to WeChat.

Touching the blood on his face, although she couldn't touch it at all, her heart was throbbing and her heart seemed to jump out of her throat.

She placed the puppet carved by Qi Yu on the desk, and the puppet jumped into her palm. Qi Yu said that the carved figure was her, so she also wanted to give him a gift.

Such a brilliant and elegant person should not have died so early, and should have left his true mark in history.

Therefore, she wanted future generations to know that Qi Yu really did live and that his demeanor should be admired by the world.

But Song Nian had her own little idea. She used some AI software to re-synthesize Qi Yu's face. Although it was not quite the same as in the photo, her specific facial features were not changed.

Change the IP of the photo and send it anonymously to a popular platform.

Qi Yu, from now on, you will have a real place in history.

After completing a series of operations, before Song Nian could appreciate his work, his cell phone rang. It was Song Lai.

"You're looking for me at three in the morning?"

"Sister, save me, you are the only one who can save me now."