Back view.

That was a peerless swordsman.

The god is handsome and unparalleled.

The melancholy temperament is everywhere, and he can be called a girl killer.

But the front...

When Bai Shaotang saw the other person's appearance after turning around, he couldn't help but gasp. Now it was not just the cold sword, but the cold voice of the people was cold. Even he himself felt cold and his heart was cold.

He was bald.

He was already bald at a young age.

The forehead was bare, with a few strands of PIA on the forehead, which looked extraordinary, and there was only a lot of hair on both sides of the temples and the back of the head.

Turning around, the swordsman Bai Shaotang, wearing a white brocade dress and a melancholy temperament, was looking at himself who appeared in the hall with his eyes and said melancholy: "The black hair on your end is really enviable."

The sound was choked, almost making people hear the smell of cuckoo crying blood.

“…”

Bai Shaotang was completely confused.

He never expected that he would be like this and the scene when he met himself traveling through time in this dream space.

Seeing this, he also realized where the sadness came from.

Four eyes are opposite.

Both of them saw the sadness hidden in their hearts from their own eyes, but one was already a sadness revealed on the surface, while the other was worried that they would achieve this in the future.

Silent.

Bai Shaotang no longer had the intention to ask the questions he had imagined in his mind before. The two sat upright on the sofa in the living room. One looked at each other's hair with envious eyes, and the other stared at the bald forehead with fear.

After a while.

A sigh came from the mouths of both of them at the same time.

But I saw Bai Shaotang whimpering, covering his face with one hand, drooping his head, and crying in sorrow. The hot tears were falling one by one, as if they were throwing beans. It was the man who didn't cry easily, but he had not reached the sad place.

"Parastic!"

"No matter whether you travel to the historical world or the martial arts world, don't learn any chicken swordsmanship or be a hero."

"The romantic and handsome heroes are just ordinary people's fantasies and YY. The real heroes are all like me now... Woo!"

"Because the hero is not good-looking, even if he looks good, he will be bald..."

"I didn't believe it!"

"So far, those heroes who like me don't love me anymore."

"I feel so uncomfortable."

Bai Shaotang was indescribable, he could only stare at the swordsman version of himself sitting beside him and crying. He could really understand the sadness, because he was so bald.

This is empathy!

He is still so young!

Could it be that I really have the problem of baldness early? You should know that my dad doesn’t have this problem in the rest of my family, so how can I get here!!!

Seeing the swordsman version of himself crying so heartbrokenly, Bai Shaotang, who felt sad in his heart, also cried with her, touching her tears while listening to the other party's venting.

While crying bitterly, he regretted self-repentance. The swordsman version of Bai Shaotang glanced at his dense black hair beside him, and suddenly became ruthless and said viciously: "It's from Male Gobi, I'll commit suicide when I go back!"

suicide?!

As soon as this word fell into Bai Shaotang's ears, it immediately alerted him.

No?

Is the problem so serious?

Bai Shaotang asked directly about the doubts in his heart.

Faced with this problem, the swordsman version of Bai Shaotang seemed like a fish placed in the pot, without any desire to survive, and murmured: "Do you know? I also had hair before!"

Bai Shaotang knew very well about this. He now wanted to know if this bald head was a genetic problem.

"Have long, beautiful black hair, just like you now."

"But since I practiced the exclusive secret of Raoshizi, I have become like this!"

Cultivation?

Secret?

Hearing this, Bai Shaotang felt that he had found a little bit of the problem from the Sword Hero version of himself. It seemed that baldness was not a genetic problem, which made Bai Shaotang feel relieved and he patted his heart with glory: "It's okay, it's okay." By the way, the key to the matter was asked: "Secret Book? What secret book can make you look like?"

However, in the face of this problem, the Sword Warrior version of Bai Shaotang gave an unexpected answer: "Flying immortals outside the sky, and Ximen Chuxue's sword technique."

What?

With his head tilted, Bai Shaotang was shocked by this answer.

Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuxue, these two people are so famous, but the words of the Sword Warrior tell Bai Shaotang that he was bald because of the sword skills of these two people. This conclusion completely made Bai Shaotang confused.

Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed in my mind, Bai Shaotang pointed at the swordsman version of himself and said in a daze: "Will the world you are traveling through is..."

“Nothing wrong.”

The swordsman version of himself replied with a dull eyes: "It's the world where the big inner secret spy, Zero-fat."

Well!

This world!

Why have you met two of you who have traveled through the past been in a funny world? And their respective experiences made Bai Shaotang feel that the corners of his mouth were constantly twitching.

One was full of sword cultivation, while the other was practicing sword skills and turned himself into a bald man.

Just him is more normal.

Huh?

wrong!

The one in front of him had already been drowned in the bathtub, which was not normal.

no!

Bai Shaotang felt that he had to be mentally prepared early, so it might be normal for him to be the only one.

But now it is still time to comfort myself in the swordsman version. This bald man... couldn't even bear to look at him. After thinking about it, Bai Shaotang felt that he had to give him a suggestion, so he said earnestly: "Actually, you can not practice swords, but you can find the villain's Wuxiang Divine Art to practice. That thing is more terrifying than the four great evil techniques, and more terrifying martial arts than disguise, and it is simply ever-changing."

Hearing this, the swordsman version of himself just curled his lips disdainfully, and said a word that completely blocked Bai Shaotang's words originally hidden in his stomach.

"How can I beat the Wuxiang Emperor without practicing sword?"

Therefore, this matter became a refutation for Bai Shaotang.

"..." Bai Shaotang opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment, because he found that even if he went there, he could not find a better solution. What's more, the other party was himself, and his previous choice was just his own choice.

"But I have grabbed the secret book of the Wuxiang Divine Art!" The swordsman version of himself took out three secret books from his arms in a plain tone, namely the Feixian of the Sky, Ximen Chuxue's sword technique and the Wuxiang Divine Art. The three secret books are arranged side by side, and look mysterious under the light.

The Swordsman version of his own experience made Bai Shaotang resist the sword technique, and even faintly guarded the sword. Therefore, his eyes only stopped on the two sword technique secret books, and then fell on the Wuxiang Divine Art and asked, "Then why don't you practice Wuxiang Divine Art now?"

“!!!”

With his head tilted, Bai Shaotang, the swordsman version of Bai Shaotang looked extremely weird after hearing this: "You are so cruel, you don't even let me go? I'm like this! I'm practicing this, can't I become Qiu Qianchi?"

The sentence "Qu Qianchi" hit Bai Shaotang's forehead like lightning, which shocked him directly, and involuntarily shouted "Damn it!" to divert the fear of Qiu Qianchi's own appearance that had just flashed through his heart.

This is so terrible!

Absolutely not practiced!

At least you must not practice bald oneself!

For a moment, the living room became quiet again, and only the two people's breathings echoed each other ups and downs, and they were speechless for a moment.

In the end, the swordsman version of himself left the living room with his sword without saying anything. He left a sentence before leaving. According to his words, it was the last words and would be engraved on the monument in the future: "I'll go back first, and I have to find a good day for suicide."

"When I see myself in this dream, I know that there is more than one myself, so I will feel at ease."

Bai Shaotang does not have the Swordsman version of himself.
Chapter completed!