The visitor's gaze moved inch by inch, as if to describe Lu Jiuque's appearance down to his bones and blood. Finally, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, lightly opened his thin lips, and murmured something, quietly between his cold fingers. He came closer and was about to touch Lu Jiuque, but someone grabbed him and threw him away sharply.
"Don't touch her." Di Shifang's somewhat weak voice sounded, but the murderous intention in it was stronger than ever before. This damn guy actually engaged in such a trick, "Don't think that you and Ling Han have the same appearance. This emperor I will tolerate your offense."
Damn it, if it wasn't for that moment of hesitation, how could he have let him get close to his little person.
The person staggered back a few steps, raised his head stiffly, and revealed that cold, handsome face. Who else could it be if it wasn't Ling Han
If there is something special about the "Ling Han" in front of him, it is that there is no trace of life in his body. He is neither an ethereal soul nor a living person with flesh and blood. It is simply like a body without life, pulse and Emotional weapons.
A weapon that has been dusted by time, polished by growth rings, and has long since decayed...
Such "Ling Han" was definitely not the Ling Han beside Lu Jiuque, but not only did the two have the same appearance, but they even had the same aura in their souls. This was why Di Shifang didn't kill "Ling Han" in the end. "Cold" reason.
"Ling Han" blinked, his cold, clear eyes showing confusion and ignorance. He even had difficulty speaking, like a child with incomplete intelligence.
"Ling... Han?" He slowly squeezed out these two words from his mouth, with a somewhat painful look on his face, "Who... is... Ling Han..."
Di Shifang was silent, narrowed his eyes and said, "You don't know him?"
"Ling... Han... Ling Han..."
In front of him was a young man with the same face as Ling Han, repeating the name over and over again. Di Shifang narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "This may be your name."
After finishing speaking, Di Shifang also felt that his guess was a bit ridiculous and ridiculous.
The real Ling Han is clearly in the Di Shifang space, so how could the inhuman and ghost-like guy in front of him be Ling Han
But if he wasn't Ling Han, how could he be so similar
"Name... Ling... Han... I..." After repeating it word for word, Ling Han was stunned for a long time, and suddenly a soft and shallow smile appeared on his frosty face.
But I saw him stiffly raising his hand, and slowly took out a jade pendant from his cloak. He cherished it again and again, cherished it again, and rubbed it gently, with an indelible persistence and tenderness in his eyes.
"Nine...Nine...and...Ling Han..."
Jiujiu and Ling Han
Di Shifang frowned and looked at it, and found that the jade pendant was a bit old and outdated. The design was a somewhat funny pig pattern, and the word "Ling Han" was also engraved on it. This made Di Shifang's pupils shrink.
This jade pendant is very similar to the fire marrow jade pendant carved by Lu Jiuque himself. The only difference is that this jade pendant is full of ancient and distant atmosphere. He still remembers the name and pattern. Lu Jiuque carved it on it to tease him. Why? Will it be in the hands of this person
"Why do you have this?"
Di Shifang asked sharply, "Ling Han" raised his head suddenly and looked at Di Shifang warily, as if he was a little afraid that the person in front of him would come back to fight for his treasure.
Yes, for him, this jade pendant is more important than the thing he protects.