Chapter 464 Dreaming back to ancient times!

Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Zhao Wou-ki turned his head to look at Li Hunyuan and Kuang Zhan who hadn't woken up yet, so he was going to sit cross-legged on the ground, and set off together when they woke up.

However, things seemed to be different from what he thought. Before he sat down, a ray of light shrouded him, wrapped him and left the steps in an instant, and came to the [-]th step in the second floor area in the blink of an eye. middle.

"How is this going?"

Zhao Wuji only had time to guess in his mind, and then his consciousness became trance again. When he reappeared, he seemed to have entered a world of killing.

This is an extremely desolate world. Except for the endless continent, there is no trace of life, and even time and space cannot be felt. The dead silence is terrifying.

Suddenly, a young man with black clothes and white hair and vicissitudes of life appeared in the void, and he glanced at Zhao Wou-ki indifferently.

"Meng Dao!"

Zhao Wou-ki suddenly felt that time was reversed, as if his body would be reduced to ashes under the power of time, before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, Zhao Wou-ki heard a plain voice coming into his mind.

"Dream back to ancient times!"

The sun was dazzling, Zhao Wou-ki opened his eyes with some headaches, looking at the sun star in the sky emitting endless light and heat, he was at a loss for what to do.

"Didn't I test my comprehension in that illusory world? Where is this place? It's already dawn. Did I sleep until the test is over?"

Zhao Wou-ki rubbed his somewhat swollen head, and looked around for a while, this place seemed to be a tent of a military camp, surrounded by maps and weapons.

Looking at the sunlight shining on his face through the exit in the tent, Zhao Wuji walked out of the tent while rubbing his head. For some reason, he always felt that something was wrong with him, but after thinking about it carefully, he couldn't find out what was wrong. Something is wrong.

"Master Wang Lin, have you rested?"

A guard standing guard at the door saw Zhao Wou-ki coming out, and asked respectfully.

"Lord Wang Lin?"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji finally understood where the strangeness he felt came from, he raised his palm to look at it, then dispersed his consciousness, observed his own situation carefully, and finally confirmed his situation , this body is not the real him, but the white-haired man who appeared before—Wang Lin, that is, the benefactor who saved him from the Qingqiu Dynasty—Wang Lin!
"How did this happen? How did I become Master Wang Lin? What's going on? Am I Zao Wou-ki or Wang Lin?"

Just when Zhao Wuji was trying to search for the memory in this body's mind, there was a sound of footsteps at the gate of the barracks, and a gentle voice sounded: "Excuse me, is this the barracks of Immortal Emperor Wang Lin?"

"That's right, what's the matter with you? This is the camp of the Second Human Race Army's Killing God Army. If you have nothing important to do, you'd better retreat quickly. Don't get close to the military important place!" The voice of a soldier wearing silver armor at the gate of the barracks Said dully.

"Hi, I'm Wang Ping, a fresh graduate from the Third Military Academy of the Human Race. I've been assigned here as an intern officer. This is my letter of appointment. Please take me to see Immortal Emperor Wang Lin!"

I saw a young man in a white robe, holding a military transfer order engraved with the seal of the Human Race Third Military Academy, and handing it to the soldier on duty with a warm face.

The soldier took the letter of appointment suspiciously, glanced casually at the seal of the Third Military Academy, held the letter of appointment high, and carefully observed it against the sun.

I saw that under the sunshine, a little bit of golden light appeared on the top of the letter of appointment, and finally converged into the word '太初'!
Looking at the two big golden characters above, the guard finally became serious, and respectfully handed over the letter of appointment to the young man in front of him, then retreated slightly to one side, making way for a passageway wide for one person.

"Please go in, my lord, someone inside will take you to the commander's room of the legion leader!"

The young man nodded to the soldiers with a somewhat excited expression, and then walked into the barracks.

Not long after, a young man who called himself Wang Ping came to Zao Wou-ki, led by two black-armored guards, and handed over his letter of appointment respectfully.

Zhao Wou-ki glanced at it casually after receiving the letter of appointment, at this time his attention was not on this at all, but he was constantly integrating the memories that had just appeared in his mind.

There are not many memories, only some memories about the man named Wang Ping in front of him, and they are still very scattered, and he needs to integrate them by himself.

By checking the time of the letter of appointment, Zhao Wuji finally sorted out his relationship with this young man, to be exact, the relationship between Wang Lin and the young man in front of him.

This young man who called himself Wang Ping was Wang Lin's son, and he seemed to owe Wang Ping something. Since he heard Wang Ping's voice just now, his body trembled instinctively. Slightly, but after all, it is Zao Wou-ki's consciousness that dominates this body at this moment, and he is still keenly aware of it.

"Dear Legion Commander, I am an intern at the Third Military Academy. What position do you want to arrange for me?"

Although his own life experience is not much, in the previous world of enlightenment, Zhao Wuji also witnessed the process of a universe from its birth to its demise. Although it is like a dream in retrospect, that kind of experience is still It made his mind calm a lot, and he didn't show any inappropriate expressions.

"That's right, you have been appointed as an intern in our God-killing Legion. It seems that your performance in the academy has been unanimously recognized by the teachers!" Zhao Wou-ki first praised Wang Ping in a regular manner, and then planned to appoint him as his bodyguard. The boss, after all, is Lord Wang Lin's son, although he still doesn't know what kind of world this is, but staying by his side is the safest.

At this time, Zao Wou-ki had already started to guess, could it be that this task is not a test of understanding, but a test of loyalty?If this is the case, then I really have to protect this kid, otherwise I can't even protect Master Wang Lin's son, so how can I talk about loyalty?

Coughing lightly, Zhao Wou-ki was still a little uncomfortable. After all, he was not the real Wang Lin. Facing this son who regarded himself as his father, he was somewhat guilty, for fear that he might accidentally reveal his true details. .

Just about to open his mouth to appoint Wang Ping as his chief bodyguard, a trace of repulsion appeared in his mind instinctively, as if the body instinctively didn't want his son to take up this position, Zhao Wou-ki was silent for a while, then he opened his mouth and said to Wang Ping : "But my Death God Legion is a place based on military merit. Since you don't have military merit yet, I temporarily appoint you as the captain of the scout brigade. Would you like to?"

(End of this chapter)

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