"Didn't one who had reincarnated into the cycle of reincarnation have to drink the 'forgetfulness soup'? From then on, it will never be the same again? Why are you so persistent, wanting me to recall some memories that are related to you guys, or do you mean that the words that you, Sikong Qingyue, said back then, are just bullsh * t? " The words that could have been said in a more civilized manner, when she said them, had already become uncivilized. She did not care, but the person sitting beside her frowned.

The girl who had always called Qing gege, the child who had always been well-behaved, well-behaved, gentle, and cute, listening to him, had now completely changed. It was hard for people to see or understand her.

"Jin'er, do you think I said all that just to remind you of what happened? Those dances and movements, you were the one who spoke from the sword. The dances were beautiful, but at the same time, they could also protect the body. Do you know how much time and effort I spent to preserve your things? A thousand years. I just want to return it to you right now. "

Su Jin looked up with a smile. Those beautiful movements implied some movement. She had learned so many things from her master, so she naturally could see it. But all of these belonged to her? How could she believe it?

"Believe it or not, I only hope that you can protect yourself. When I brought you back home yesterday, you should remember how serious your injuries are, right? I still remember, you were most afraid of pain. I'm really sorry for what happened last time. " Sorry, he was too impatient. He thought that as long as he could keep you by his side, there would be no sorrow. But he didn't know that Jin'er was never someone who could surrender to a prisoner.

That "sorry" made Su Jin, who was laughing, choke in her throat. It was as if something had choked her, and she was unable to catch her breath. Turning her face away from the person who was staring straight at her, Su Jin smiled as if she wanted to pull away a smile, but at this moment, she realised that she seemed to have been frozen in place by someone, unable to make any expression.

He was worried about himself. At least for now, Sikong Qingqing no longer stubbornly wanted her to admit the relationship between the two of them, his wife, his lover. In the past, he seemed to have gradually ignored her, allowing her to have a clearer hearing.

"Sikong …" Qing Ao, my body is still hurting. Can you let me rest first? " At that moment, her tone carried a bit of gentleness. Merely, this sort of change brought about a hint of joy to the people sitting there. He had never forgotten that Jin'er cared deeply about a person's care and gentleness. But now, after understanding her past habits, he could feel that her personality remained the same. It was as if he had found a key and opened the sealed door. Inside was her everything. As long as he stayed there, he would be able to have her forever.

"I'll bring you the medicine, and then I'll bring you some food to eat. You eat first, then you can rest. It'll recover faster this way, okay?"

"Yes." Pulling the blanket over her, she replied in a muffled voice. This kind of gentle feeling really made it impossible for her to refuse. The person who had suddenly become gentle, the person who had suddenly changed his attitude, and the person who had suddenly given in to him, made her feel that he wasn't real at all. People were like this. Sometimes, when something too beautiful intertwined together, it would always feel unreal. That sort of feeling was something that one did not dare to get too close to. It was only because it was too beautiful. They feared that after they lost it, they would never be able to escape.

Raising his head to look at the design on the ceiling, he saw that the architecture here was more of a western classical architecture with white decorations, exquisite carvings of characters, and a small and adorable mix of flowers. However, the ones on top of the dome were all C Country's classical murals. The dance that came from the sword moves were both gentle and supple, like flowing water. Sometimes it was gentle and quiet, and sometimes it was firm and resolute. It was truly amazing.

Su Jin smiled as she watched with rapt attention. If this was a dance she created in her previous life, then just how powerful was she at that time? Was she a peerless expert in martial arts, a chivalrous hero, or a reclusive immortal from the heavens? Which dancer in this world could perform those magnificent dances?

Every single movement was filled with an illusory image, as if it would forever be impossible to determine exactly what that person was trying to do. Their movements could be fatal at any time, turning a graceful dance into a peerless killing move at any time. As she looked at it, a bloody and fiendish aura seemed to surge up, making it hard to breathe.

Bloody Slaughterer, could it be that she was actually a murderer before?

She closed her eyes to avoid looking at the dizzying murals, trying her best to calm her body down. However, that suffocating feeling had always been coiled around her body, coiled around her chest, and couldn't be released at all. Her breathing gradually intensified as she placed both of her hands on her chest, wanting to quickly let go of that feeling. However, it was as if her body was being wrapped by a ghost. The more she tried to struggle free, the more she felt uncomfortable.

The room was so quiet that time seemed to have stopped. Time seemed to have stopped, time seemed to have stopped, and even if she wanted to shout, she couldn't. Her chest was heaving as if something was about to burst out.

While she was changing, in that dark world, a pair of black eyes glowed with a strong red light. The eyes were evil and frightening.

"Heh, even if it's the god race, how can they trap a demon king? "Oh my Jin, we'll meet soon, very soon, very soon, wait for me." The chains and vines that were in the air made hollow sounds and did not stop for a long time.

Sikong Qingqing was arrogantly preparing lunch for Su Jin. At this time, breakfast was already late, so lunch should be plentiful enough. To be able to open his heart a little, he was naturally overjoyed. In a good mood, he prepared the items. After glancing at them, he smiled as he bought some pretty flowers and brought his plate up.

The next moment, a huge explosion resounded in Su Jin's room. He was shocked, and the moment he kicked open the door, a long sword ruthlessly flew towards him.

He dodged abruptly. The sword turned around and swept away the plate in his hand. The sword stabbed into his arm, causing the food that was knocked over to spin in the air. However, the sword before him did not stop.

With a twist of his body, he retreated to the outside world with his sword following right behind him. With a whistling sound, he stepped aside and used his hands to grab the sword's body.

"Jin'er!" Suddenly, the person who lost control of his body rushed towards him like a wild beast, the biting cold atmosphere was filled with a strong killing intent and it did not give him any time to catch his breath. Su Jin's eyes became empty, when he dodged the palm wind, she once again took the sword into her hands.

The exquisite sword technique carried a hint of sharpness. At this moment, Sikong Qingqing had already retreated to the top of the railing and could no longer evade. The person holding the long sword coldly smiled and fiercely thrusted the sword over, as if this sword would take his life.

Sikong Qingqing frowned. He moved sideways and tapped the sword with his fingertips. In the next moment, his figure flashed and appeared behind Su Jin Xiao. He pressed his thumb and forefinger on the back of her neck and Su Jin Xiao immediately fell into his embrace. He hugged the person tightly, reached out to grab the sword, and frowned.

Out of control? Was it because of those murals in the room that he lost control so unexpectedly?

"Jin'er, are you alright?" He asked worriedly as he kicked the door open and placed the person on the bed. The man with the blurred vision quietly stared at Qin Wentian, as though he wanted to take a good look at him. After which, he placed both his hands on Qin Wentian's face, as though he was trying to find something.

"Brother Qing?"

"Jin'er!" He abruptly pulled her into his embrace. At that moment, the strength in his hands seemed to want to rub the person in his embrace into his body and never let go. Jin'er had finally called out the words he wanted to hear the most. Jin'er had never forgotten about him, right?

"Qing gege, it hurts." That was the usual coquettish tone. It was as if the child who kept calling Qing'gege to be in pain and was about to boast had returned in an instant.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." The person slapping his back was immersed in the warmth of the space, yet he didn't realize that the person in his embrace was smiling sinisterly, as though that was blood and death.

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