"Yan Lingji, there is something I think I should tell you."

After a moment of tenderness, Zichuan let go of Yan Lingji and looked at her solemnly.

"What's up?"

If Yan Lingji remembered correctly, this was the first time Zichuan called her name.

"I remembered some things from the past. I don't seem to be from this world. You can't continue like this. What if..."

In the past few days since he came out of Qin State, some memory fragments would appear in Zichuan's head every day. Judging from the information summarized from those fragments, he may belong to another world, so he has been avoiding Yan Lingji. After all, there is no way he can survive.

I am sure that one day I will disappear.

"Is that why you don't want to be with me? You just appeared out of thin air, so what does it have to do with me liking you?"

Yan Lingji put her finger in front of Zichuan's mouth to stop him from continuing. She stopped her playfulness and spoke to Zichuan seriously.

"It turned out that all I could think about was how to help Tianze get revenge. I never thought about whether those things were my own will or what I wanted to do. I originally thought that this would be the end of my life, but until you appeared, I

Only then did I know what I wanted. Maybe it was love at first sight. You suddenly appeared and got into my heart. I don’t care where you are from."

"You live and I live, you die and I die. If you dare to leave me, I will make you look good."

I don’t know what the setting of Tianxing Jiuge is about. Yan Lingji, an ancient woman, can actually say such words. Yan Lingji hugged Zichuan again and buried her face in his back.

"This is for you, you can carry it for me."

Zichuan conjured a simple long sword out of thin air, but there were obvious cracks on the long sword. It should have been broken once before, and handed the long sword to Yan Lingji.

"This sword has been with me for a long time, you should feel my breath in it."

The only information Zichuan knew about this sword was that it had been with him for a long time. He didn't know how long it had been, but it seemed to be connected to his own consciousness.

He carefully looked at the long sword that Zichuan handed to him. As Zichuan said, when he held the sword, he could indeed feel Zichuan's unique aura. Yan Lingji gently brushed the sword's blade with her hand and felt as if she was in the sword.

It was like stroking Zichuan himself, but when she brushed over the crack, her heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and his sword was broken, so he must have been seriously injured before.

"Is this a token of love?"

Holding the sword in her arms, Yan Lingji returned to her former appearance as a little witch.

"Forget it." Zichuan didn't have any

He nodded and answered her.

"Then I'll give you one too."

As she spoke, Yan Lingji took off a hairpin from her head, then took off the hairband that fixed Zichuan's hair, broke her hairpin in half and stuck it in his hair.

The remaining half was inserted back into his hair.

When she was selected as the Baiyue Fire Witch, her mother made four hairpins for her. She has always cherished them very much. Now she gave half of them to Zichuan as a return gift. It was not because she was stingy.

I gave it a whole one because it is too long and does not look good.

"You must have been super powerful before."

Holding the long sword, Yan Lingji began to wonder what kind of existence Zichuan used to be.

"maybe."

Zichuan felt his head hurt from being too anxious to recall the past episodes.

"Forget it, I'll remember it when it's time to remember it."

Pulling Zichuan to the bedside, she sat down and let his head rest on her legs. Yan Lingji put down the sword in her hand and gently rubbed Zichuan's head.

After a while, Zichuan, who was lying on his lap, let out a steady cry, and the movements of Yan Lingji's hands also became lighter. The past of this little man really makes people curious. What kind of existence can he do?

After hurting him like that, she remembered the first time she saw Zichuan in the water prison. His body was covered with blood marks, and every trace was so deep that his bones were visible.

But then again, this guy's recovery ability is really scary. He recovered from such a serious injury in a short time under his watch, and he must be the man given to him by God.

"Sir, I would like to invite you two to go upstairs for a chat. I wonder if you can give me a favor."

The warm scene was finally broken. Zi Nu's voice outside the room door entered the room, and Zichuan in Yan Lingji's arms immediately woke up.

"knew."

He patted Yan Lingji and signaled her to let him stand up, and at the same time gave her recovery.

Although the alone time was interrupted, the two of them had already made things clear. Yan Lingji was no longer as sharp as before, but sensibly combed Zichuan's messy hair, and then the two of them walked out of the room together.

When Zi Nu, who was waiting outside the door, saw the two people coming out, she immediately turned around and led the way to the third floor.

Following the lead of Zi Nu, the two walked to the room on the third floor. There was a white-haired man with his back to them by the window of the room. A strange-looking sword was placed on a sword stand not far from him.

"Why did you two choose to come to this small country, South Korea, after you defected from the trap?"

Wei Zhuang turned his head and looked directly at Zichuan. He wanted to know the answer to this question.

"I

I want Canglong Qisu."

Zichuan did not hesitate at all and directly told Wei Zhuang his purpose.

"Oh, Canglong Qisu, what is the use of that thing? As far as I know, it is only useful for the blood of the Seven Kings' royal family, and you are not of the Seven Kings' royal blood."

Zichuan's answer was beyond Wei Zhuang and Zi Nu's expectations. Canglong Qisu and the others also knew it, but the thing had nothing to do with them, so they never thought that Zichuan and Zichuan's purpose would be that thing.

.

"Someone said that the two of you were defeated, and that Luo Shen Tian Zi covered up the sun and escaped from Luo Shen calmly. Is this really true?"

Wei Zhuang asked here. Although Luo Wang Zhiri had never fought against each other, he knew that Zhiri was no weaker than Xuanjian who had defeated him and his senior brother, so he was very curious whether these two people were really what the news said.

That way.

"Put your mind away. You still have a long way to go now."

Zichuan has some memories of the hobby of this white-haired guy wearing an X, but as long as he is a master, this guy wants to compete with others.

Zichuan's words naturally ignited Wei Zhuang's dissatisfaction in an instant. The shark tooth on the sword stand had appeared on Zichuan's neck. His movements were too fast. Zi Nu and Yan Lingji beside him were completely shocked.

She didn't even react. When she did, Yan Lingji had already seen Wei Zhuang's sword stuck to Zichuan's neck.

"Your strength seems not as strong as your words."

Wei Zhuang hated it when others pretended to be sexy in front of him, he said with a sneer.

It just so happened that Zichuan was also the kind of person who hated people pretending to be sexy in front of him. The golden light from his body directly bounced Wei Zhuang's sword away, and he pinched Wei Zhuang's arm and used his own shark teeth to hold it against him.

on the neck.

"I told you your sword is far from perfect."

The current Wei Zhuang is still a long way from being at the level of hiding the sun. Even the previous self who had not retrieved so many memories could handle it easily.

"This golden light, are you the Wuying?"

Yan Lingji was able to find out the information about Wei Village, but Zichuan was unable to find out. He originally thought he was a small character, but he didn't expect him to be Wu Ying, the killer who had frightened all the countries in the world a while ago.

A month ago, a killer suddenly appeared in the world, specializing in assassinating powerful officials and generals from various countries. He could complete the task under the protection of thousands of people. That kind of strength is what Wei Zhuang is now ashamed of, and Wu Ying is the most representative.

What's more, when he does it, there will be a layer of golden light on the surface of the body, like a gas.

"Oh, sir, let's discuss it slowly if you have anything to do."
Chapter completed!