Rebirth Profession Sells Miserably

Zi Yang couldn't help but stunned: "Why?"

"Because, at first, he planned to hide from us and pretend to be your majesty, but one night later, he found that this road was not working, so he decided to confess with us. This is the best method he came up with after careful consideration, because he knew , If he doesn't tell the truth, he will be dismantled by us in the future, his fate will be miserable." Every time Shangwu said a word, the evil smile on his face expanded a little.

"But, looking at the soul mirror, it is clearly your majesty's face!" Zi Yang felt that Shangwu seemed to be in a misunderstanding of thought, and the facts were in front of him. Your Majesty was showing amnesia, why bother to circumscribe?

"Hush!" Shangwu raised his index finger and placed it on his lips, with a sly smile in his eyes: "Look at how he intends to play first, we can do our best to cooperate. The soul fragments will continue to look for, and the people will continue. Observe, wait a long time..."

Zi Yang understood what the other party meant, and rolled his eyes speechlessly: "You are still so boring."

"However, he did change his plan for some reasons." Shangwu closed his expression and continued: "Think about it, he couldn't move before, couldn't go out, he could only guess one or two from our words, and We only call him His Majesty, but we never called him by his name or Human Emperor. So how did he know? This is not Human Palace. It is a very cold place, a place that only we know."

Zi Yang's eyes rolled, and his gaze quickly fell on Shangwu's clothes: "Human ethnic pattern...No, he should have discovered this the night before!"

"As of the night before, his eyes couldn't see clearly, did you forget? He walks by touching it." Shangwu reminded.

"So yesterday morning, his eyes were better and he could see clearly, so he found the clan pattern, and then hurried to look in the mirror to confirm his identity, and finally learned that he was not our opponent, so he confessed decisively and offered to cooperate..." Zi Yang was a little confused: "I now suspect that the mirror of the soul is broken. This person's appearance is too reasonable and reasonable. I start to doubt that what he said is true."

The two turned into prototypes because they were robbed of anger a lot. In order to maintain their balance, they had to shrink. Now after a day of rest, they quickly recovered and walked out of the pile of books.

Although Zi Yang's expression was calm, her heart was very confused. She didn't pay attention to her feet for a while, and was stirred by a book.

There was nothing wrong with Zi Yang, but the book was kicked out of the house.

The books here are very precious, and it feels distressing if it is damaged. Shangwu rushed out quickly and almost caught it before the book hits the ground, and didn't let it fall into the snowdrift.

Before Shangwu had time to scold Zi Yang, he saw the pages of the book being blown by the cold wind and flipping violently. After the gust of wind passed, the page stopped in one place.

Shanggo couldn't help but looked at that side, and then he stared at the words on it as if set in place.

"The destiny of reincarnation has its own destiny, abandoning obsessions, and the future can be expected." Shangwu chanted the above words in a low voice, before he passed the book to Zi Yang who came from behind, he saw the wind again. It was a blow, the pages clashed, and the whole book closed again, no matter how Shangwu turned it, he couldn't open it anymore.

Reincarnation, destiny, obsession, future.

Although these four words dissipated in the air and were sealed in the book by dust, Shangwu still seemed to be able to hear the ethereal Sanskrit sound.

His mind kept replaying what he had known and felt just now, clearly the book was in front of him, the words were in front of him, and the voice was read by himself, but in his ears, it seemed that there was another voice.

What's this?

Is it enlightened?

"Is the book okay? Strange, how could it fly so far"

Shanggo put away the strange expression, turned the book to the front, side, and back, but didn't see any book titles on it at all, and couldn't tell which book it was.

Shangwu silently put the book away, and when he got up again, the aura on his body changed.

Zi Yang was standing next to Shangwu, and his feelings were also the most intuitive.

For so many years, Shangwu's body has been surrounded by a cold, gloomy, and viscous aura. Although he was deliberately suppressed by him, whenever he was weak, or when he recalled that period of time, his body The breath will increase by an inch.

As the heir of the ancient beast's turbid nine-yin, Shangwu's evil nature is inherently much higher than those of these monsters, and he is naturally entangled with demonic energy, and it is extremely difficult to completely purify, because they will regenerate infinitely.

When His Majesty was still in the past, he would help Shangwu purify the devilish energy deposited in his body every once in a while. But now...

Zi Yang lowered his eyes in silence.

Now that they themselves are all entangled with demons, how can they help Shangwu purify the demons? Even Pang Junxie and Mu Yue, the two auspicious natural spirits of the Holy Spirit, began to show devilish energy on their bodies. Even his feathers were completely turned to black. How can we purify them? Who will purify?

But just now, Shangwu's devilish energy seemed to dissipate a lot in an instant, and there was still no one to purify him, which made Zi Yang not shocked.

"Don't try, it must be him." Shangwu took a deep breath, and a happy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Only his arrival can save my demon."

"A few words did you say to him?" Zi Yang stood aside with arms folded.

"It was God who told me, he said, he is back, but it is not him who came back." Shangwu turned his head, the original pair of deep eyes like ancient pools flashed white light at the starting point, and he took a closer look. Found that it was the light of Luoxue.

Zi Yang: "He has lost his memory, so it's not him who came back. Is that understanding?"

Shangwu shook his head and walked straight to the dormitory where Xingshu was sitting.

When the two opened the door to enter, Xingshu was already awake.

The man was wearing a black cotton-padded shirt and a snow-white fur on the outside. He was sitting on the chair facing the door with one foot tilted up. On the side table was spread a piece of animal skins and painted on the animal skins. This is the land and sea map ten years ago.

Because the table is on the side, the man’s posture is also crooked. He supports his chin with one hand on the table, holds a cup of steaming tea in the other, plays with the tea cup with his fingertips, and sips the water in the cup from time to time. Dangling, full of coziness, like a dude, manners and manners are all hell.

Shangwu was so confident that he was stabbed with a "click" by this scene, almost torn apart.

Their majesty, their solemn manners, who always straighten their backs and comb even a single strand of hair, are they really the one in front of them, with disheveled hair and a sloppy sitting posture?

The cold wind outside was blowing on his face, and Xingshu shivered from the cold, before he looked at the gold and red standing in front of him.

The two are similar in figure and very similar in height, and they are both handsome men, but the man in gold looks a little wicked. It is obvious that the nose and eyes are very good when they are separated, but the combination gives people. A lingering gloomy feeling, like a very dangerous poisonous snake spitting out a letter, his cold eyes fixed only on the prey in front of him.

And the man in red really looks exactly the same as Zi Yang, with a rough face, a sharp face, sword eyebrows and star eyes, which makes people feel righteous at first glance.

These are two completely opposite people on the aura.

Xing Shu drank the warm tea in the cup in one gulp, pointed his finger to the corner, and looked at his white hair ball with a pair of vigilant and painful eyes: "Would you like to comfort him first? Although it is between me and After he talked for a day and night, he finally believed, but he seemed to be a little broken."

Shanggo: "..."

Dongyun Ziyang: "..."

The two looked at Pang Junxie, who was curled up in the corner, and then remembered that when they ran to the library to look through the books, they gave him the task of looking after your Majesty.

Therefore, this person has been in Pang Junxie's ears, instilling "I am not your majesty" day and night?

It's too awful!

"More than..." Pang Junxie seemed to see the voices of the two at the door, and instantly transformed into a human form, pointing to the old god's Xingshu sitting in a chair, and complained: "In order to prove that he is really not your majesty, yet Tell me the eighteenth style of Longyang for one night!"

Shanggo raised his eyebrows: "What is that?"

Zi Yang frowned: "Is it a family inherited martial arts? Which family do you want to prove?"

Pang Junxie desperately shook his head: "Not only did he say it, he also drew it, right on that table, you can see for yourself! He is not your majesty, he is definitely not your majesty, our majesty is definitely not like this! Your majesty is so noble, then Holy, so sacred and inviolable, how could he be a person with his thoughts!"

Xingshu had long listened to all kinds of swear words, what kind of bitch, pig, dog, bitch, trash, and everything he had. This rebuke was innocent at all, and these people have always learned the great principles, even the scolding is so gentle.

So instead of being angry, he laughed happily. It was obviously the same face, but it was completely evil and seductive, and it was no different from Shanggo, who was judged to be a natural evil.

Both Shangwu and Zi Yang were stunned by his subversive smile, and Pang Junxie also pointed at his nose and cursed: "Close your face! Don't use your Majesty's face to make such an expression!"

Xing Shu blinked innocently: "I haven't seen His Majesty the Emperor. How do I know what his expression is like on weekdays? The three generals should not be excited. If you are angry, your health is not good. Let's discuss something. I at least It's still useful."

Pang Junxie almost didn't mention it. The most gentle and obedient side of his life was given to His Majesty. He never looked down upon other people. Seeing that this man is completely unlike his Majesty, if it weren't because of the photo. Soul mirror, he shot this demon soul out last night.

The atmosphere was a bit tense, and at this moment, Shangwu's neck suddenly stretched, and a head approached directly from the door of the room to Xingshu.