Wei Ci didn't practice martial arts, and the qin master in front of him wasn't someone who could see the depths of his eyes, and Jiang Pengji didn't blame him for bringing wolves into the room.
She quietly separated Wei Ci from the blind pianist and sat directly on Wei Ci's original mat.
"Zixiao, I suddenly remembered that something was left at home, can you run for me?"
As expected of being a straight daughter of steel, Jiang Pengji's excuses were too stiff.
Before Wei Ci could speak, the blind pianist suddenly smiled, as if the ice and snow that never melted for ten thousand years suddenly melted, which was extremely amazing.
Jiang Pengji was not confused, not only did he not relax, but his brows became even more furrowed.
Her left hand has been resting on the hilt of the God-chopping sword around her waist, and the muscles of her whole body are in a state of tension.
"Are you nervous?"
The blind pianist in white opened his mouth, his voice was different from Wei Ci's warm, but indescribably cold.
Tightening the four words, Jiang Pengji was shocked to find that she was so nervous that she was sweating.
What is the origin of this man
As soon as the violinist finished speaking, he raised his hand with sharp knuckles and stroked the face of the violin. It was obvious that he did not touch a single string. The pleasant melodious sound of the violin swayed in circles in the air. The key point is that the other party does not dodge or dodge, and the smile on the lips becomes stronger.
Ding-
The invincible Zanjin Blade seemed to see something transparent, and the two struck each other with a crisp sound.
She was fine, but Wei Ci was affected by the sound of the piano, her eyelids were so heavy that she seemed to be filled with lead water, and she slipped to the ground against the pillars of the water pavilion.
Seeing this, Jiang Pengji's eyes were filled with danger, and there was a bit of blood.
"you wanna die?"
Jiang Pengji said these three words, and the God of War Sword fell again.
I also encountered a layer of invisible mask, but the mask didn't last long before it was overwhelmed and shattered.
The blade struck the blind musician's neck.
Not seeing any movement from the other party, his body was as nimble and soft as a stream of water, and he easily avoided the knife.
"I haven't seen you for so many years, but your temperament hasn't changed at all." The qin master said, "How can I rest assured that you are so aggressive?"
Hearing this, Jiang Pengji frowned and stopped.
"who are you?"
The strength displayed by the violin master is not like what people in this world should have. Jiang Pengji is not sure about the identity and purpose of the other party, let alone whether he is an enemy or a friend - Wei Ci is on the side. —
The pianist said, "Don't you remember?"
Jiang Pengji laughed angrily, "Should I remember who you are?"
The violin master held the violin in his arms with one hand, while the other hand stroked the violin in front of his eyes, and the three-finger-wide white cloth dissipated into a spot of light along with a white light. When the white cloth disappeared, Jiang Pengji realized that this person was not blind at all. Not only was he not blind, but his eyes were deeper and brighter than ordinary people.
"You are-"
Looking at the other's face, an illusory portrait floated in front of her eyes, she, she actually felt a little familiar
The piano master said, "Have you not remembered yet?"
After all, the qin in the qin master's arms turned into a long sword, and he carried the long sword behind his back.
If Jiang Pengji was struck by lightning, the casting material of this sword is clearly from the same source as the God of War sword
"You are the one who gave me the Divine Sword?"
The violinist laughed and said, "You only remember this?"
Jiang Pengji stood beside the Qin desk, holding the hilt of the God of War Saber in his right hand, and stared at the white-robed Qin master for a moment.
No, it should be the swordsman in white.
"Peng Ji, you have done a good job." He smiled lightly with the corners of his lips raised, "Tiannao is extremely cunning and powerful. Although it beheaded its body back then, some of it still escaped smoothly. For two thousand years, the scourge was on the rise. On the low-level planes, this calamity has become a climate…”
Two worlds
well done
Jiang Pengji seemed to be struck by lightning, and she was stunned.
What two worlds
Jiang Pengji froze in place.
There is a treasure chest hidden deep in my memory, and the man's voice is the only key to open the treasure chest.
Suddenly, countless memories came flooding back.
Jiang Pengji let out a pained cry, knelt halfway with the knife, heavy breathing accompanied by cold sweat.
In a blur of consciousness, Jiang Pengji seemed to see another figure appearing out of thin air, a woman in white clothes.
"Is it really good to let her restore her memory now?" the woman asked the swordsman in white.
The white-robed swordsman raised his hand to take the woman's catkin, and put his palms together.
"You and I can't stay in this plane for too long, and we have to lock up the calamity, so as not to have long dreams at night... Let Peng Ji restore her memory earlier, remember the cause and effect, and you and I can worry about it. When she settles the cause and effect here, the federation will There are still a bunch of stalls waiting for her."
The woman was eerily silent for a while.
"She just cut you with a knife - when she regains her memory, do you think she will show mercy?"
The man said, "The body she uses now is only a mortal body, and it can't hurt me."
Realizing that the two had left, Jiang Pengji allowed the majestic memory to engulf herself, fell to the ground, and passed out.
Said to be in a coma, but it didn't last long.
Jiang Pengji opened her eyes expressionlessly, and sat on the ground with her buttocks on the ground.
She turned her head and glanced at Wei Ci, and was stunned for a while before confirming that she had read it correctly, and raised her hand to hold him in her arms, as if she was holding a lost and found baby.
Looking around, the pond water reflected the sparkling light, making her eyes sore.
She remembered a lot of things. In her dream, she became another "Jiang Pengji", who went from bandit to emperor.
A seemingly successful life has endless regrets.
She made a desperate bet and won the bet.
Even if she knew that the two worlds were both set up by the man and woman, she couldn't complain. The legacy of Tiannao is still there. As the commander of the Seventh Army, she shoulders the responsibility of defending the Federation and cannot shirk. Not to mention entering the game to capture Tiannao, even if she is asked to surrender her life, she will not hesitate.
Jiang Pengji raised her hand and rubbed her tired eyebrows, and after a while of strength, she held Wei Ci horizontally and left the waterside.
The yin and qi here are heavy and wet, and Wei Ci will feel very uncomfortable when they stay there.
As everyone knows, Wei Ci's body cold problem has been raised for a long time, and now the situation is much better than in the previous life.
Wei Ci woke up in a sweltering heat.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw someone's hands and feet and wrapped him in his arms, the house was burning with coals, and four or five thick quilts were piled on the bed.
This familiar situation—
"Lanting, you relax—"
If he doesn't let go, he will be suffocated to death.
"Oh… "
Jiang Pengji released her hands and feet meekly.
"Why are you here?" Wei Ci looked at her in confusion.
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows, "Don't you remember?"
Wei Ci thought for a while and shook his head in confusion, he really didn't remember.
Jiang Pengji opened her mouth and said, "You had a cold and fever a few days ago, and you were sick for a few days."
Wei Ci subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't recall his recent memory, as if he was covered with a layer of white veil, he couldn't see clearly.
perhaps-
He was really sick.
"Your Majesty won't go back to the palace to go to bed? Ci is now ill, and His Majesty can't be infected with the sickness—"
Jiang Pengji's limbs were wide open, spreading out like a pancake, occupying more than half of the bed.
"If you don't go, I can't sleep without you by my side. I've dreamed that you were hooked by the luthier of Roshizi—"
Wei Ci laughed and said, "If you don't go, then you won't go, but Ci is still ill, so I'll bring another mattress."
Jiang Pengji pouted and turned over, looking at Wei Ci for a moment.
In the previous life, Wei Ci was estranged and gentle, cautious and restrained, her reason was always on the line, and her emotions were always suppressed.
It is different now, there is no sullenness between his brows and eyes, but a comforting calm and warmth.
This is the real Weiss.
Everything was as perfect as she had imagined.
Jiang Pengji rolled around and reached out to Wei Ci.
"No, Pengpeng wants Zixiao to hug her."
"Your Majesty is no longer a three-year-old child. Don't make a fool of yourself. It's not good to be sick."
Wei Ci patiently persuaded her with a smile.
Jiang Pengji twisted like a bug and rubbed against Wei Ci.
Taking advantage of it, he stretched out his hands and rolled him in a circle, covering his body with a quilt between his toes.
The room was full of spring, and after a while, there was a red-hot movement.