Jiang Pengji said, "He can't kill Zixiao."
Can't kill you can be so frustrating
Liu She said, "Be careful of being clever, but being mistaken by cleverness! You can't even kill Wei Ci, where would you put his face as a 'god'?"
Falling in love with Jiang Pengji is like forming an alliance with her, and you must be mentally prepared to be killed by her at any time.
Liu She suddenly sympathized with Wei Ci.
It's just bad luck, why do you have such a lame look at such a woman
"You don't understand. It's better for the main body of the system to choose just one person than Zixiao." What else did Liu She want to ask, Jiang Pengji added, "I'm going to find that thing to settle the general ledger. Look at Dian Zixiao, if something happens to him , don't blame me for ignoring the 'father-daughter relationship' and even cut you down."
Liu She: "..."
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
After all, the father and daughter have been filial piety for so many years. If you say you turn your face, you will turn your face. Can you still have a little father-daughter friendship
"What are you going to do?" Liu She barely calmed down.
Jiang Pengji said, "The main body of the system has no entity, and theoretically it can only rely on special carriers, such as the yin and yang jade pendant. However, I have confirmed that the yin and yang jade pendant I gave to Zixiao is not the carrier of the main body of the system. I can't find its carrier. This action will probably not kill it, but it’s good to get some interest back. I’ll invade Zixiao’s spirit later and find the main body of evil…”
After speaking, Jiang Pengji sat down with the knife and solemnly closed her eyes.
After a while, Liu She suddenly opened her eyes.
What did he see
He saw a slender and plump mature woman in a neat military uniform appearing beside Jiang Pengji.
The other party seemed to have seen him too, and nodded slightly, turning into a blob of blue light that disappeared between Wei Ci's brows.
After a while, Wei Ci, who was struggling unconsciously, calmed down, and Liu She breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, Jiang Pengji's condensed spiritual body passed through a thick fog, and faintly saw a bright but not dazzling light coming from the front.
Crossing this layer of light, the original chaotic scene immediately turned into a lively market full of traffic.
Jiang Pengji frowned, "Is this Zixiao's spiritual brain?"
She turned over and jumped up to the nearby building, tapped her toes, and left the lively market after a few jumps, and ran following the familiar atmosphere.
Jiang Pengji took a few glances and judged that this was Wei Ci's previous life, or it was the most precious memory in his heart.
Everyone has their own spiritual brain domain, and each spiritual brain domain is a virtual world and a reflection of the inner world.
Jiang Pengji's mental brain is very simple, full of active spiritual energy, monotonous and uninteresting.
Wei Ci was different. It was the first time she had seen a spiritual virtual world with such a specific, vivid and delicate image.
Jiang Pengji can also do this, but he can't simulate the smell of sunlight so vividly like Wei Ci.
After all, she is a warrior who puts violence first.
"Why are you lying on the wall of our house?"
Just as she was about to fall into a trance, Jiang Pengji heard the soft and glutinous child's voice coming from the bottom of the wall.
Jiang Pengji let out a snort, looked around, and found a fat white boy sitting under the corner of the wall covered in tears.
"Are you talking to me?"
Jiang Pengji pointed to herself, the boy could actually see her
Could it be that the boy in front of him was a very important person to Wei Ci, so he also "lived" in his spiritual world
Jiang Pengji found that the faces of many people in the market were blurred, which showed that Wei Ci had a very shallow memory of them, but the boy in front of him looked delicate and lovely, with dark and bright eyes under the thick eyelashes with tear stains. Seeing that Jiang Pengji also liked it.
"Of course I'm talking to you - are you from Fanbang?"
The boy raised his hand and wiped the tears from his face, his eyes as red as rabbits.
"Fanbang?" Jiang Pengji glanced down at her attire.
In the long-lost federal uniform, she pulled out the Zhan Shen Dao and used the reflection of the blade to see what she looked like now.
It wasn't the familiar Liu Xi's face, but the face she had used for more than 40 years in her previous life.
It goes without saying that Jiang Pengji had good looks in her previous life. Whenever the army recruits new recruits, the adjutant likes to use her refined pictures to deceive Yan Kongmengxin, who graduated from the military academy. Even if she has a cold face, outsiders will feel that she is emitting strong hormones, wearing a serious and regular military uniform, outsiders will also think that this is the temptation of uniforms. In the words of Xianyu in the live broadcast room, she can only rely on her fists to eat with her face.
The only difference is probably the hair color, right
Jiang Pengji curled a strand of hair with her fingers, frowning slightly. Her original hair color was pure black, but now it's a flaming red, with an exotic vixen face, no wonder the boy suspects that she is from Fanbang—
Say-
Why did her hair change color
"I'm from Fanbang, do you know where this place is?"
The boy said a little dejectedly, "Of course I am my home..."
Jiang Pengji glanced at it and asked him, "This is a very remote corner gate. How did you come here? Where are the servants?"
The boy's clothes seem simple, but the clothes are made of fine silk, which is not something that ordinary children can afford.
I don't know which word she poked on the boy's sore foot, but he cried again with a wow, Jiang Pengji could only pick him up to comfort him.
The boy was not afraid of life, but felt that Jiang Pengji gave him a very warm and reassuring feeling.
Who is Jiang Pengji
If she wanted to trap anyone, she would definitely be able to trap any coffin that the other's ancestors slept in for the eighteenth generation, let alone a boy.
Jiang Pengji won the boy's trust with a few words.
The boy's nickname was Fushou. He had just passed his fourth birthday a while ago. His father gave him a big name, and he was named Cong.
Today is the memorial day for the boy's mother, a very underappreciated concubine in the backyard.
The boy was very sad when he saw that his father paid no attention to the birthday of his biological mother, and entered the palace early in the morning to teach his wife's studies.
He was holding a piece of broken silver, and he planned to sneak out of the house to buy some sacrifices for his mother, lest she live too lonely in the underground, who is short and weak, even if he secretly got rid of the servant, he could not leave the house. It took him a long time to stack up a few stones, but he couldn't reach the courtyard wall when he stepped on it, and instead fell down, so he cried in pain for a long time, until Jiang Pengji appeared on the wall.
"Why don't I take you to buy it?"
Jiang Pengji touched the boy's head, it turned out that this was Fushou.
Worshiping the "birth mother" on the sacrificial day, this child is not afraid that the real biological mother will spank his ass
Jiang Pengji kidnapped Fushou out of the house and bought paper money, candles and fruits for worship. Seeing him holding the basket contentedly, he was amused.
Fushou's "birth mother" is just a concubine, and the spirit card is not qualified to be placed in the ancestral hall, and can only be placed in the small courtyard in the corner of the mansion.
Jiang Pengji was smiling and watching the boy burn paper money for the "birth mother" when there was a sound of panicked footsteps outside.
She rolled over and jumped onto the beam, and the door swung open.
"Fu Shou!"
The man who came in was obviously red-eyed, and he was relieved to see the boy squatting on the ground.
"Dad, Daddy?"
The boy stood up in fright, bowing his head in grievance.
Without waiting for the man to say anything, the girl who was about ten years old followed the man with a frivolous brow and a smile in her voice.
"Teacher, brother Fushou is this... paying homage to the 'birth mother'?"