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Lin Xiaofan stood at the front of the donkey cart, hands on his hips, and shouted, "Oh my, isn’t this our esteemed Crown Prince? Where are you off to so early in the morning? Surely you’re not going to destroy evidence of the spices from the Western Regions?"
The Crown Prince’s pupils constricted sharply. "What nonsense are you spouting!"
"Whether it’s nonsense or not, we’ll find out!" Lin Xiaofan waved his hand. "Flower Skirt Army, search the cart!"
A few burly men rushed forward, and the guards from the Crown Prince's Mansion were unable to stop them. In the chaos, a donkey cart accidentally collided with the rear of a horse-drawn carriage. With a loud crash, several wooden boxes tumbled to the ground, spilling out a pile of purple powder that emitted a strange fragrance.
"What is this..." The onlookers covered their noses in unison.
"Western Mandala Powder!" Lin Xiaofan announced loudly. "Crown Prince, are you trying to poison all the citizens of the capital by bringing this stuff into the city in the dead of night?"
The Crown Prince's face changed dramatically as he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The jade crown on his head shattered with a loud crack, and several strands of long hair fell loose.
"Oh my! The Crown Prince is really a woman!" A gasp erupted from the crowd.
Just as Lin Xiaofan was about to press his advantage, he suddenly felt dizzy. The surroundings began to twist and warp until he found himself standing at a modern intersection!
"What is this..." He looked around in confusion and suddenly saw an out-of-control truck barreling toward him.
Bang!
In excruciating pain, the scene shifted again. This time he stood on a battlefield in the Western Regions, surrounded by corpses. A figure wearing a bronze mask slowly approached.
"Moro..." Lin Xiaofan managed to utter that name with great difficulty.
The masked figure let out a hoarse laugh. "You should not exist... You were never part of the original plot... You are a variable..."
The scenes continued to shift—modern hospitals, ancient battlefields, desolate Western deserts... Countless Memory Fragments flashed by like a revolving lantern. Moro's voice echoed in his ears: "You cannot change anything... History has long been predetermined..."
"Shut your mouth!" Lin Xiaofan roared. "I came here to rewrite history!"
He struggled fiercely but felt his consciousness fading. Just as he was about to sink into oblivion, a pungent sour smell suddenly invaded his nostrils—
"Ugh—" Lin Xiaofan jolted awake, only to find himself staring directly at Huo Qubing’s armpit.
"You’re awake! You’re awake!" Zhuge Liang sighed in relief. "Lord, the 'Armpit Awakening Technique' really works!"
Huo Qubing quickly lowered his arm and stepped back with an expression of disgust. "To save you, this general has made quite the sacrifice!"
Lin Xiaofan gagged for a while before finally regaining his composure. "How long was I out?"
"Not even fifteen minutes." Zhuge Liang handed him a water pouch. "But you were mumbling all sorts of strange things about 'trucks' and 'hospitals'..."
Lin Xiaofan's heart raced. "Moro's illusion..." He grabbed Zhuge Liang’s hand tightly. "I understand now! Moro is also a time traveler!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a strange scene suddenly appeared before him—
In the vast desert of yellow sand, a middle-aged man resembling Lin Xiaofan was sending off a carrier pigeon. At the moment the pigeon took flight, the man looked up, his eyes filled with anxiety and concern...
[Special Alert: Biological signal detected indicating a blood connection]
[Target identity confirmed: Lin Yuan]
[Coordinates: Near Loulan Ruins]
"Father..." Lin Xiaofan murmured.
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