Lady Lin’s First-ever Journey to Immortality Chapter 302: Don’t think you won’t recognize you when you become younger

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The miracle came to the world, not only did not affect the marriage of Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar, but instead gave an incomparable blessing to the most noble couple in the kingdom.

In the Tower of Babel in the inner city, the monks are struggling. Outside the high wall, the people of Babylon can't afford to fall to the ground. Their devotion to Marduk is converted into support for the king. Of course, new princess.

The blue iris flower at the corner of Edith's eye is charming in the sun, and it is not as good as the smile on her face. The princess from the Medes country was recognized by the people because of the miracle that had come. This situation never occurred to the teenage Edith... She thought that she still needed to work hard, and she never expected God to be so pitiful.

Edith and Nebuchadnezzar stood side by side on the splendid and majestic wall of Babylon. This high wall was made of clay and burnt bricks, and covered with colored glaze bricks. The wall was wide enough to allow four cars to run side by side. Looking down from the city wall, the entire Babylon has a panoramic view.

The kingdom of Babylon, nourished by the endless Euphrates River, has been her kingdom ever since.

The world is a coincidence, she doesn't know yet. It is not the omnipotent teacher who contributed to the miracle. It is just that Edith has known each other all night, and it is like the "Eastern Forest" who has known each other for a long time.

Edith may not know the truth for a lifetime, but what does it matter?

There was a young girl who entered into marriage with "God's blessing", Lin Luoran would only be happy for her unintentional actions.

Of course, some people only feel puzzled.

The middle-aged man who was still struggling with his surname in the crowd was very surprised that the Tower of Babel revealed his true identity. In his opinion, this moment of prominence, shouldn’t it be the Babylonian high priest holding his thighs and pleading, he reluctantly, after enjoying the top hospitality of the monks, did he tell the secrets of the Tower of Babel to The high priest who guarded for many years?

Which link went wrong?

The middle-aged man turned against the light, dodged the crowd, and touched the other side of the city wall. Under a babylonian robe, a small cyan head stretched out.

"You said your master is inside this wall?" He viciously held the little green fox in his hand, and the little green fox shrank his neck and nodded sharply.

The middle-aged man groaned twice: "You ate my eight ginseng and seven Polygonatum. If your master can't afford it, you should know how good it is?!"

The mist in the eyes of the little green fox is hazy, and the tears roll in the eyes of the fox. In order to save his life, it was willing to admit that Lin Luoran was the master. Anyway, the human female cultivator didn't know, not ashamed...not to lose the face of the fox race.

The middle-aged man looked anxious at the five-foot-high wall of Babylon, and had to find another golden eagle. Xiao Jin was fainted by his body odor, where there was the spirit of the Jin Ling carving royal family. It really wanted to spit out a mouthful of ice flames and freeze this nasty human to death, but opened its mouth, and all he spit out was saliva—still spit it out. The little green fox's neck was really unlucky.

"You go to report, if you don't bring your master back, this dead fox will become a kebab, you know?"

The middle-aged man fiercely plucked Xiaojin a feather and let it go.

Little Qinghu turned around and turned to restless, watching Xiaojin fly into the city wall, it really cried this time. Who doesn't know that this dead eagle is the most uncomfortable with it, how could he notify Lin Luoran to rescue it this time? ——Fox Mingxiu, Fox Mingxiu!

The wind blows away the white cloth on the head of the middle-aged man, and the black hair is scattered. If some uncle-controlled girl in the 21st century sees it, she will scream... This is clearly a melancholy with frivolousness, The vicissitudes and childish coexistence of Uncle Beauty!

The uncle lifted the little green fox up, and smirked: "Actually, if you can tell me the entrance of Qingqiu Kingdom, you don't need to pay back the spirit grass... That golden eagle is not reliable, right? I feel that way too, hahaha."

Little Green Fox covers his ears with his paws, the entrance of Qingqiu Country? Don’t know, don’t know, just don’t know.

Well, I can't tell if I know it.

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The high priest is like sleepwalking. He had the feeling that these hundreds of years had been in vain. At the moment when the real body of Tongtian Tower was revealed, the high priest didn't know where the star-gazing time of these hundreds of years was spent. If you are successful in stargazing, how come you have never seen the true appearance of the tower?

These Chinese monks have coveted the Tower of Babel for many years, and for this reason they did not hesitate to disclose the advanced technology of the East to Babylon, and use astronomical knowledge to lure him step by step.

"How do I use this tower?" The high priest looked at Lin Luoran. If he said that what he couldn't see was the "Divine Envoy", then what he couldn't see was the little Chinese sister now. .

Lin Luoran smiled, "Should you release my friend first? You know, she is just like me, and she has lost all her cultivation skills and cannot pose a threat to you."

She pointed to Yang Lisha. The banshee was not surprised. The two were both prosperous and lost. The person who gave up their teammates would be automatically judged as the worst by the Tongtian Tower. The only one who met Lin Luoran was the fate of being directly obliterated... …If you had some doubts about this sentence before, the Tongtian Pagoda with their ability to travel through time and space makes people afraid to question its rules.

The high priest looked unhappy, not wanting to have a rift with Lin Luoran at this time, and nodded in agreement.

He pointed at Yang Lisha, the banshee's eyelids rolled, her stiff body slowly warmed up, and she was able to move.

The dimples on Yang Lisha's face appeared before a word, Lin Luoran gave her a warning look, and asked the high priest to release the secret of Tongtian Tower, and then release the "ancestor". , The high priest is not a pig, how could he agree.

"Is there any way to make our noble envoy, can't hear our conversation, high priest?" Lin Luoran lowered his head and smiled, indescribably cunning.

The high priest meant a lot. Lin Luoran just asked the "divine envoy" not to listen, so it seemed that she was still taking care of her fellow Chinese.

A beam of starlight descended from the edge of the star map, and the pseudo-saint was shrouded in it, covering the six senses. Lin Luoran thought for a while. Most of the woman surnamed Ji couldn't listen to it. The high priest asked for this. Doesn't feel bothersome either.

So after doing a round, the only one who can be told the secret of the Tongtian Tower is actually the high priest and the ancestor of the Mujing clan?

"Actually..." She just opened her mouth and suddenly heard the familiar sing call from outside the tower. It's Xiaojin. Where did it go all night? It's worrying!

"High priest, my..."

The high priest interrupted impatiently, "God Marduk, little monk, please stop trying to provoke my patience."

Xiao Jin's carvings screamed hurriedly. I don't know how dangerous it is, how Lin Luoran can calmly continue to play mystery.

However, the high priest's life span of several hundred years did not live on a dog after all. Seeing the urgency in Lin Luoran's eyes, she naturally asked her to talk about the use of the Tongtian Tower. Besides, who knows if outside the tower is full of foreign aid from the Chinese monks at this time, no matter how many people, he has the Tongtian Tower to rely on, and he can no longer control these people.

Yang Lisha wanted to say something but stopped, Lin Luoran sneered in her heart, since even the Chinese monk could not believe it, how could she believe this high priest, as previously said, delaying time is the biggest reason...I really want to tell the secret, I am afraid that she and Yang Lisha will not be able to get out of the Tongtian Tower.

No, you have to let Xiaojin come in, and Xiaoqinghu. If she and Yang Lisha can go back to the 21st century through the stone gate of the Tongtian Pagoda, they will have to stay without these two little things. Babylon, who has no spiritual grass, eats bread to survive.

The high priest also has his own considerations, and Lin Luoran has no shortage of his own plans. Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. In fact, neither of them can believe in the other.

The ancestor of the wood spirit was set in place, and her eyes turned wildly. Yang Lisha said she could not help.

At such a stalemate, the door of the stone tower was suddenly pushed open, and Lin Luoran saw that the high priest's face was immediately black.

A middle-aged Chinese man looked at the crowd with his mouth wide open. He didn't seem to expect that there were so many people in the tower. It looked like I was the master and you were all thieves.

Under his armpit, there is Xiaojin who is struggling with a gray head and face.

The little Qinghu with tears in his eyes was being caught by his other hand, and when he looked at Lin Luoran, he was aggrieved.

"Well, excuse me, who is the owner of these two birds and foxes?" The middle-aged man carried Xiaojin and Xiaoqing fox, Lin Luoran couldn't pretend to be deaf, and coughed dryly.

She didn't even see the middle-aged man's footsteps, the next moment an enlarged face appeared in front of her.

"It's you, right? You are a bird. You stole my barbecue. The most hateful thing is this dead fox. He stole my nine ginseng plants and eight Chinese rhizomes. Pay for it!"

I didn’t put the high priest in his eyes at all, and ignored the "iceman" like post-modern sculptures. This middle-aged man didn’t even feel the cold temperature in the tower, and wore a thin robe that didn’t fit well, like Lin Luoran stretched out his hands.

She looked at Xiao Jin, and Xiao Jin tilted her head guiltily. Okay, the barbecue incident must be real.

Lin Luoran looked at Xiao Qinghu again, and the latter shook and nodded at her, eh, what does this mean?

The middle-aged man warned the little green fox viciously. The little fox’s eyes were full of tears. He only hated that he could not vomit. Stealing the elixir is true, but the number is not right. Every time this **** human man talks, the number Change once!

The middle-aged man smiled: "It's good to admit that it's the owner of the two, I didn't lie to you, I will return the spirit grass and barbecue."

Yang Lisha considered the light of the Tongtian Pagoda's real body, hoping that the human man who suddenly jumped out could muddy the water a bit. The high priest was overcast and sunny, and she hasn’t understood how this person is. Come in easily.

Only Lin Luoran, who was blackmailed, felt a familiar smell deeply.

The middle-aged man in front of him is in the era of information explosion in later generations. They are also mature handsome uncles one by one. Lin Luoran must have never seen this face, but who does that face look like?

Lin Luo natural frown, people have the impression that this love of money is another spanking ...... Laoliao!

The old fisherman who saw Lao Liao in the "binoculars" of the Longgong Guanhai Pavilion, the old fisherman stayed in Lin Luoran's impression, was a face that was not beaten. Later, Lao Liao never saw each other again, did he also cross?

No, right? It shouldn't be crossing. Is this Lao Liao more than 2,600 years ago? !

Although he was surprised at what Lao Liao looked like when he was "Zhong Liao" and owed someone else's spirit grass barbecue, Lin Luoran was even more angry, why did that dragon palace fall on him regardless of her wishes? ?

"It's you, Lao Liao, don't think that I don't know you when you become younger, just make things clear!"

The middle-aged man was stunned, his surname was Liao, ha, he knew he would remember it again, but where is he getting old? He pushed away Lin Luoran's hand, "Little girl, although my surname is Liao, but I am not old yet, you can call me Lord Canglang."

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Nanfeng's character "Cang Lang" (Lao Liao) finally showed his face, not easy.