Only then did I realize that the reaction was really slow enough.
Zhang Xiao severely despised the opponent's observation ability in his heart.
"You! Also came from over there?" Although the other party did not explain, Zhang Xiao had already understood the other party's words, and his heart jumped abruptly.
But Zhang Xiao still needs further confirmation. He quickly calmed his breath, and his face returned to the usual plainness: "Where are you?"
"I am a beautiful planet, people there call it! Earth!" The marshal trembled and his voice was very excited. Obviously, he didn't have as good concentration as Zhang Xiao, a demon cultivator.
"What kind of race are you?" Zhang Xiao asked this question indifferently. When he was on earth, even people with yellow skin and black eyes did not bully his own race. Other races have never had much good feelings.
"I am Yanhuang, don't you believe me?" The other party was already a little excited. It is undoubtedly an incomparable blow to see a fellow of his own in this world, but the other person does not believe in himself.
Seeing that Zhang Xiao still didn't say anything, the other party was a little confused: "Aren't you from my Huaxia clan?"
"Of course I am from the Huaxia clan!" Zhang Xiao was also a little excited. "I never forget where I am, one day, I will go back!"
"It's not convenient to talk here. Come talk to me." The marshal woke up suddenly and glanced at the magic armor soldiers who had been dumbfounded around him from the corner of his eye. He jumped off his magic armor and walked in with a smile. Had his own big account.
Irrelevant people are blocked outside.
"My name is Meng Hui, and my name is Montefil here. What's your name?" The marshal asked eagerly as soon as he entered the account.
"My name is Zhang Xiao, and my name here is Duma!" Zhang Xiao did not show such excitement as the marshal, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuation under his plain expression. The small ribs obviously lacked interest in this kind of dialogue, so he ran to the Marshal's table and picked up something and handed it to Zhang Xiao.
Because the small ribs originally came from Zhang Xiao, it inherited most of Zhang Xiao's original memories, including everything Zhang Xiao knew about the earth before, so it also knew this thing.
The silver full pen case, the slightly golden nib exudes a faint halo.
This is a fountain pen, a hero-brand Yijin pen. Zhang Xiao used to have one before when he was studying. At that time, such a pen was relatively expensive, which really made the students envy for a long time.
"You brought this thing with you when you came, but I only have a fig leaf." Zhang Xiao said with a mockery of this pen.
"This thing is the only thing that can be kept to this day. It has always been by my side, and even my son I can't bear to give it to him." This man named Meng Hui has long since lost his generals on the battlefield. , Yes, it's just a wanderer's nostalgia and obsession with his homeland.
"Are you married?" Zhang Xiao asked in surprise when he returned the hero card Yijin pen to the other party.
"Yes, my son is almost as old as you." Meng Hui put on a happy smile on his face.
"Haha! About the same age as me?" Zhang Xiao was amused by the other's words: "Do you know how old I am?"
"You are only in your twenties. There is absolutely no thirty. My son will be thirty next year." Meng Hui laughed at Zhang Xiao not knowing why. Did he guess wrong
He did guess wrong, and it was very wrong. From the eyes of ordinary people, Zhang Xiao's appearance is indeed only in his twenties, but Zhang Xiao is no ordinary person. He is a demon cultivator, and his appearance has not changed much since he began to cultivate demon.
"Twenties? Haha!" Zhang Xiao smiled again: "I don't know how old I am, but I can tell you for sure that I am definitely more than 20 years old, and I only have memories. Over time, it will be at least fifty years."
Indeed, Zhang Xiao was already in his twenties before he became a master. Although he did not know the time to practice in that dark place with the master, it has been more than 20 years since he left the master and came to this world.
"Ah!" Meng Hui looked inexplicably surprised: "Impossible, you are so young, when did you come here?"
The memory gate opened, and Zhang Xiao frowned and tried to remember. "I remember when I left the earth, it should be September 2007! I don't remember exactly which date it was!"
Zhang Xiao was drunk with his old classmates that night, and his mind was a little vague. After that, he followed the master to cultivate demons, but he really couldn't remember the number at that time.
"I left on May 8, 1998. It was stormy and thunderous that day. I was struck by a flash of lightning when I was off work and suddenly came here. How did you come here?"
Struck by lightning? Haha, it's not that you are not filial to your parents, that's why Lei cut you? Speaking of cultivators who want to ascend, they will be struck by lightning when they cross the catastrophe. Maybe it’s because they couldn’t take care of their parents when they first cultivated the path. Right
Zhang Xiao felt extremely funny for this idea.
"I was drunk that day and left confusedly." Zhang Xiao was a little embarrassed.
"Oh! The time difference between our two is only 9 years, and I have been here only 9 years longer than you. It stands to reason that you should be about the same as me. Why are you still so young?" Meng Hui became more and more confused, and he also I'm becoming more and more curious. If the other party really has a way to stay young, should I ask him for something? As soon as this thought emerged in Meng Hui's mind, it could no longer be suppressed.
Even the ancients were not afraid of searching for the elixir of immortality, let alone mortals.
Zhang Xiao carefully considered it for a long time in his heart, hesitating whether to tell the other party about him. After thinking about it for a long time, he asked carefully: "I wonder if you have heard of monasticism?"
Humph! Meng Hui's heart seemed to be suddenly squeezed by a pair of big hands, his face was full of horror: "Could it be that you are!"
Sure enough, as a descendant of Yan and Huang, how many people have never heard of monasticism
Zhang Xiao nodded slightly and said, "I am a cultivator, but I am not the same as most people. I am cultivating! The magic way!"
Meng Hui's expression changed again, showing that the reputation of the cultivator in the secular world was also quite bad.
Meng Hui couldn't recover for a long time. The big tent was quiet for a while, only the naughty little guy, the small ribs, was jumping up and down. It was like a rogue official who was ransacking his home. He threw the things in the marshal's tent everywhere. Yes.