Xia Jinyu admired the desperate expressions of the young man in front of him with great interest.

Qi Sheng raised his head: "I want to give you a punch and kill you first!"

Xia Jinyu blinked and said seriously: "You should have seen the corresponding ending from a certain future timeline."

"Yes, before I met you, I was suppressed by you with the help of the power of heaven and earth, and then forcibly tied to the ghost market." Qi Sheng lowered his head again and said weakly.

Just like Su Changqing, Mo Kaixin and others can use the Poison Doctor Mask and Yanshi Mask to control the power of the small world in the Ghost Market, the other six shopkeepers appointed by Fan Wanqian also have the authority to mobilize the power of the world.

And because the Chamber of Commerce has a higher grade, it can also bless itself with more combat power.

This also led to Qi Sheng having no choice but to go crazy even if he wanted to go crazy.

"Follow me to go back to the Dark Tower tomorrow." Xia Jinyu looked at Qi Sheng who was a little collapsed and said with a faint expression.

"Yes." Qi Sheng replied.

He has worked hard, fought, struggled, and been tenacious, and has tried his best to open up a path of hope on various branch lines, but now, the garbled line is the most friendly.

At least he was fainted, but was not convicted of death.

At this moment, he realized that Xia Jinyu's joke before was actually very nice and comforting himself.

So he was convinced, convinced, and then he would do whatever he wanted.

He was also completely tired, and the repeated warnings of death made him physically and mentally exhausted.

Then Qi Sheng stood up like a walking corpse and walked towards his residence without saying a word. Before opening the door, Xia Jinyu's voice sounded in his ears.

"Actually, you can be more honest. Now you are confused and cannot think calmly. Otherwise, you should have noticed why I remind you to be honest over and over again."

Yes, why?

Qi Sheng's brain fell into a state of downtime and did not restart until he walked back to his room.

"I have always reminded you that it is because the other party has discovered something. The only question I have not been honest about is to predict the future, but why can the other party be sure that this predicted the future is not the true meaning of martial arts I have mastered, unless... that thing is the key to my real target!"

He should have thought of it long ago, but he was in the game and had a kind of arrogance from the bottom of his heart, so he would not think that his plug-in would be discovered by a group of unknown indigenous people.

It was not until his repeated deaths that he gradually became clear and could truly and objectively look at this matter.

"I really need to meet him."

At this moment, Qi Sheng's face no longer had the decadent look of accepting fate. After taking a deep breath, he tried hard to cheer himself up, and then began to calmly recall the experience of these two days.

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Last year, today, the peach blossoms in this door were red. The peach blossoms were still smiling at the spring breeze.

Although it is not yet the peak season for peach blossoms in full bloom, there are flying peach blossom petals everywhere in this Wuyou Villa.

Qin Fan and Feng Mo walked into the door one after another, looking at their home where they had lived for more than ten years with emotion.

The old servant and maid in the villa came to greet him with excitement. After all, it had been two or three months since Qin Fan and Feng Mo went home last time.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Listening to the sound of the owner, Qin Fan was also seriously looking at everyone.

They had either fled to Xuanyang Domain to forget the past or displaced orphans, some of whom retired from the Night Mansion.

As they walked into this villa, the past dissipated like clouds and smoke, and their identities would only be part of this Wuyou Villa.

For Qin Fan, only when he returns to Wuyou Villa will he feel relaxed from the bottom of his heart.

"Where is Mr. Qin?"

"Butler Qin is in the backyard."

Qin Fan nodded and ordered the old servant to feed Fat Da, then walked into the backyard with Feng Mo in a complicated expression.

The extremely thick peach tree is still there, the sun shining through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and the mottled light and shadow are also fluctuating gently with the clearer footsteps.

Qin Zun, who felt something, put down the flower pot in his hand and looked kindly at the two people walking in front of him.

"Did you know?"

Qin Fan nodded slightly.

"Is my father called Cheng Cang? Qin Cheng Cang."

Without any greetings, Qin Fan directly asked about this name. Before he came back, he had all kinds of concerns, but after walking into Wuyou Villa, he found that he really didn't need to think so much.

So I just asked whatever I had.

When Qin Zun heard the name, he was a little confused and immediately gave Qin Fan a complicated look.

"Is it because of those records of aliens?"

"Well, this is not hard to associate."

"But how do you make sure you're not wrong?"

"It's not a secret that the King of Wins uses the idea to project the world."

"No, I mean, since you know it is a projection of all worlds, it means that the development process of each world is different. What you see is a loser, but perhaps more worlds are from him to victory."

Qin Fan was stunned.
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