Han Qianling's words were like a body-fixing spell, causing Luo Jiujiang to be stunned on the spot.
The system immediately said to Luo Jiujiang: [It's over, you've exposed yourself. ]
Luo Jiujiang subconsciously returned to the past: [What was Qianling and I exposed before? Just be honest. ]
system:[… ]
System 5555 felt that the air in this world was too sour and stinks, so it hid silently.
Luo Jiujiang walked towards Han Qianling without any hesitation, but his chest straightened a little, swept away the sullenness he had deliberately shown earlier.
"Qianling, do you remember?" Luo Jiujiang looked at his lover, his eyes sparkling.
His expression was so dazzling that Han Qianling was reluctant to say the words of rejection for a while.
Still after a pause, Han Qianling avoided his expectant gaze and said softly: "There are only a few, but it's not very clear. Compared to memory..."
Compared to memory, what Han Qianling first felt was a strong emotion, an instinct that was closely linked to nature.
Each of these two existences is clamoring to Han Qianling - he loves Luo Jiujiang deeply.
Those fragments, like fragments of memory, are now scattered in his mind, as if they suddenly appeared.
Some memories are extraordinarily dark, some are dull and tasteless, and some are cheerful and bright.
In every bright and wonderful memory, there must be a Luo Jiujiang in it.
Han Qianling avoided his eyes, just for fear of seeing Luo Jiujiang disappointed.
Unexpectedly, although Luo Jiujiang was a little lonely, there was no disappointment in his expression. He even came forward to pull Han Qianling's hand, his voice was as gentle and smiling as the first time we met: "Qianling is always good."
No matter which Qianling is the best Qianling, it has nothing to do with other memories.
As long as that person is Qianling, he must be deeply loved by Luo Jiujiang.
The original Qianling where he promised each other his life in another world was originally a dragon born of evil thoughts. He couldn't even see the normal color in his eyes, everything in the world was a dripping blood red to him.
He could not see the beauty of flowers, nor could he appreciate the vastness of the blue sea. Placing the most eloquent spirit beast in front of Han Qianling will only arouse his murderous intent.
- But even so, Luo Jiujiang still deeply loves Han Qianling.
After that, everything has meaning to Han Qianling.
From then on, nothing in the world can stop them from meeting together.
Luo Jiujiang traveled through the three thousand worlds and saw the soul fragments of Qianling.
Since it is Qianling, even if it is only a fragment, it is a person who should cherish it in his heart.
"It's okay," Luo Jiujiang gently shook his hand, "If you can't remember and want to know, I'll tell you."
"About Seven Islands, Bihai, Huifeng Bagua Bu and Squeaky Wooden Wheelchair..."
In a sentence, Luo Jiujiang said four key words in a row, but there was no corresponding expression on Han Qianling's face.
But when Luo Jiujiang probably came to the conclusion that "Qianling's memory of the last world was just a coincidence", Han Qianling's expression suddenly condensed.
"I don't remember what you said. But beyond that, I seem, seem..."
Han Qianling's eyes were slightly distracted, he asked Luo Jiujiang in an almost bizarre tone: "So human beings only have two genders, don't they have six?"
Luo Jiujiang: "..."
How should I put it, it really deserves to be his Qianling.
When Luo Jiujiang just found out that omega, a vexatious man who can make him have sex, his tone was exactly the same as that of Qianling now.
Seeing that Han Qianling really wanted to recall it, Luo Jiujiang suggested the key words in a persuasive manner.
Surprised by the two genders, I don't know Bi Hai, and I don't want to be beaten when I hear the wooden wheelchair, then it should be...
Luo Jiujiang asked Han Qianling: "Qianling, can you play the piano?"
"Will do."
Luo Jiujiang's words seemed to be like a long knife with no advantage in any direction, and in an instant, the obstacles in front of Han Qianling's eyes had been broken.
His eyes suddenly lit up, and he only felt that the memory fragments about a certain musical instrument were slowly being put together, and the skill point of playing the piano was slowly recovering.
The Luo Jiujiang in his memory illuminated the most satisfying time in his life.
Han Qianling's voice gradually changed from calm to gentle. He said softly to Luo Jiujiang, "I can play the piano, but do you want to listen to "Wedding in a Dream" or "Turkish March"?"
Looking at Luo Jiujiang, his eyes were slightly bent, and there was a soft constriction in the corners of his eyes.
The Turkish March was originally played by Han Qianling for Shao Lan, and the wedding in his dream was the private house he dedicated to Luo Jiujiang.
At least the first world, Han Qianling has already remembered.
Luo Jiujiang opened his eyes wide in surprise!
After thinking for a moment, he sold the master without hesitation: "Then, there is... Is the snake soup edible? Is it delicious?"
"I can eat it, it's delicious, and I want to eat it again."
Han Qianling answered decisively, as if this answer did not even require a moment's hesitation.
The next moment he looked a little stunned, and it seemed that he was surprised by the answer he didn't need to think about.
Luo Jiujiang: "..."
He wiped his face guiltily.
However, with the keyword "snake soup", another memory slowly took shape in Han Qianling's mind.
After a long journey to the town, I can smell the aroma of the dishes on the tip of my nose. A misunderstanding of Oolong, and the pork ribs and lotus root soup carefully cooked in the small courtyard...
Han Qianling clasped Luo Jiujiang's hand a little more, his smile deepened, and he asked Luo Jiujiang, "If I want to eat tiramisu, do you remember what to do?"
"Remember." Luo Jiujiang nodded cheerfully.
"But I don't eat tiramisu, I eat poplar nectar..." Han Qianling's voice gradually lowered.
He remembered how his eyes lingered over the reflection of Luo Jiujiang in the bowl that day, in the shadow of the bright sweet soup of Yangzhi nectar, and the spoon almost rubbed the lips of the reflection...
Luo Jiujiang suffocated slightly.
At present, Qianling has an impression of the first two worlds, but has no memory of the main body.
It is possible that the gap between him and the main body is too great to bear that part of the memory, so there is no induction for the time being.
But in the remaining two worlds, Qianling is a mortal, and the soul strength of Qianling in this life is not much different, so he recalled it.
No wonder Qianling in this world fell in love with Luo Jiujiang at first sight, presumably because of the influence of the previous world.
No matter what kind of situation it is, it shows that Qianling's body is stronger, and every piece of soul has been properly fused by him.
This is a good conclusion, but Luo Jiujiang has no regard for this at this time.
Han Qianling only needs to smile, in Luo Jiujiang's eyes, it is the most brilliant seduction in the world.
What's more... He was still slowly wrapping his arms around Luo Jiujiang's shoulders.
"Jiujiang..." Han Qianling said in a low voice, "As expected, you never broke your promise. It turns out that you have been with me all the time."
"Han Qianling swears here that my soul will belong to Luo Jiujiang's heart, before and after my life, and I will follow him to heaven and earth, travel through time and space, and live forever."
Once the oath is broken, the promise is fulfilled.
Han Qianling gently touched Luo Jiujiang's heart, as if he was afraid that his hand would be a little heavier, so Luo Jiujiang hurt.
"I feel like there's something connecting our hearts together... an illusion?"
Without waiting for Luo Jiujiang to answer, Han Qianling shook his head first, "I know not. What connects us is my deep affection for you."
He pressed against Luo Jiujiang's face and turned his head slowly, slowly.
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Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling fell in love for a while in the small tent.
By the time they sorted out most of their memories, many things Luo Jiujiang didn't have time to mention, and the outside resistance army's inventory of He Mingyan's men had come to an end.
Luo Jiujiang pulled Han Qianling out of the tent with a refreshing look, with a spring breeze between his eyes.
Han Qianling asked him, "Why do you want to go to the main tent?" Besides He Mingyan and Xiangzhou, what else is there in the main tent
Luo Jiujiang told him calmly: "I am so happy, I want to find someone to share my happiness with."
If he said this in the previous world, Ji Shijie would have shivered immediately when he heard it.
—According to Ji Shijie's blood-filled experience, Luo Jiujiang's way of sharing happiness is generally immoral.
Sure enough, walking into the main tent in the center, Luo Jiujiang summoned a scoop of clear water to wake He Mingyan.
He Mingyan can finally understand the feeling of being swept up in cold water.
However, since the intensity of the water flow drawn by Luo Jiujiang is about equal to that of the fountain, He Mingyan could not discuss with Xiangzhou, whether this taste is exactly the same as when he splashed a cup of cold tea on Xiangzhou's face.
He Mingyan was awakened by the fountain sprayed on his face.
When he woke up, he didn't understand the state. He opened his mouth, and the water column with huge water pressure poured down his throat, stuffing his mouth full.
He Mingyan: "…"
Han Qianling, who was on the sidelines: "..."
Rough, so rude.
Luo Jiujiang walked over in two or three steps, and picked up He Mingyan, who was already paralyzed on the ground like a pancake.
His hands really carried too many memories of jam, so when He Mingyan saw him, his eyes trembled desperately.
"Don't be nervous," Luo Jiujiang comforted him. "There is a happy event today, and I want to share the happiness with you—that's all."
He even helped He Mingyan untie the sealed vocal cords.
"If you have anything, just ask." Luo Jiujiang said generously.
"How do you want to share happiness..." He Mingyan said tremblingly.
Luo Jiujiang thought for a moment.
"The way I share my happiness is usually up to you." Luo Jiujiang said, "When you hang Xiaojiu's cage at the fork to attract the Zerg, you seem to be generally happier? - 'Did your duty. ', that's it."
"Then I'll take you for a walk in the Zerg pile, and you can feel it yourself." Luo Jiujiang quickly decided the final method, "Don't worry, you won't be eaten up."
He Mingyan was already rolling his eyes when he heard Luo Jiujiang's verdict.
"So you also feel afraid?" Luo Jiujiang stared at him with no understanding in his eyes, only pity for the original owner.
"But why... you all feel the same fear when you are in such a situation?"
The system goes online: [Because they are scum. ]
Luo Jiujiang thought about it for a while, but still had to agree: [It makes sense. ]
He teleported with He Mingyan to dozens of miles away, and happened to meet a group of Zerg head-on. Luo Jiujiang threw He Mingyan like a rag bag, and "Pfft" threw people in front of the Zerg.
Xiao Jiu is indeed an insect trap, but as long as Luo Jiujiang doesn't want to, he can cut off the pheromone aura of omega.
He didn't do that before when he was at the base, just because his spiritual energy could be transmitted to Qianling through pheromones, so that Qianling would be relieved of pain.
However, this team of Zerg did not follow Luo Jiujiang's vision, and they did not attack He Mingyan, who was obviously plump and attractive.
Slowly and hesitantly, their forward movement stopped.
Three seconds later, the entire Zerg turned their heads in unison and galloped away, looking like they were fleeing.
Luo Jiujiang was confused: [Huh? Is the scum smell that bad? ]
The system reminded him: [Host, the scum has no taste, the scum's gonads are stuffed with jam, salty, chili sauce. ]
Luo Jiujiang: [Cough. ]
However, he still has doubts - if you can make insect repellent by mixing several common foods, why haven't people in this world discovered it yet
After a while, Luo Jiujiang realized.
[Not a matter of smell. ] He said to the system, [This team of Zerg... I beat him in that Zerg nest before! ]
No wonder they ran as if they were fleeing from the desert. The scene of Luo Jiujiang slashing the banyan tree with ten thousand insects is still vivid in his mind. How dare they not escape
One step later, Luo Jiujiang just pulled up a big tree and threw it over, and they might be dead!