Jiang Pengji said, "He can't kill Zixiao."
If he can't kill him, then he can do this?
Liu She said, "Be careful, he's too smart for his own good! If he can't even kill Wei Ci, how can he keep his dignity as a 'god'? "
Being in a relationship with Jiang Pengji was like forming an alliance with her. He had to be mentally prepared to be killed by her at any time.
Liu She suddenly sympathized with Wei Ci.
It was fine if he was unlucky, but how could he be so blind that he fell for such a woman?
"You don't understand. It's better for the main body to choose someone else than Zixiao. "Liu She wanted to ask more, but Jiang Pengji said," I'm going to settle the score with that thing. Be filial to him. If anything happens to him, don't blame me for disregarding the 'father-daughter relationship' and killing you. "
Liu She was speechless.
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In any case, the father and daughter have been filial for so many years. How could they suddenly fall out with each other? Couldn't they have some father-daughter friendship?
"What are you going to do?" Liu She forced himself to calm down.
Jiang Pengji said, "The main body of the system has no physical body. In theory, it can only rely on special carriers, such as the Yin-Yang Jade. But I've confirmed that the Yin-Yang Jade that I gave Zixiao is not the carrier of the main body of the system. If I can't find its carrier, this operation won't kill it, but it's good to collect some interest. I'll invade Zixiao's spirit later to find the main body of evil … "
Jiang Pengji sat down with her sword and closed her eyes.
Liu She's eyes widened not long after.
What did he see?
He saw a slender and voluptuous mature woman in a neat military uniform appear next to Jiang Pengji.
She seemed to see him too. She nodded slightly and turned into a ball of blue light that disappeared between Wei Ci's eyebrows.
After a while, Wei Ci, who was struggling unconsciously, calmed down. Liu She was relieved.
At the same time, Jiang Pengji's spirit body passed through a thick fog. She faintly saw a bright but not dazzling light coming from ahead.
After crossing this layer of light, the originally chaotic and empty scene immediately turned into a bustling market.
Jiang Pengji frowned. "Is this Zixiao's spiritual brain?"
She turned and jumped onto a nearby building. With a light tap of her toes, she left the bustling market with a few leaps and ran toward the familiar scent.
Jiang Pengji took a few glances and determined that this was Wei Ci's past life, or rather, the most precious memory in his heart.
Everyone had their own mental brain region. Every mental brain region was a virtual world, and it was also a reflection of one's inner world.
Jiang Pengji's mental brain domain was very simple. It was filled with active mental energy, monotonous and boring.
However, it was different for Wei Ci. This was the first time she had seen such a vivid and exquisite mental virtual world.
Jiang Pengji could do that too, but she couldn't mimic the smell of sunlight as well as Wei Ci could.
After all, she was a martial artist who valued violence above all else. She could fight, but she had no artistic talent at all.
"Why are you leaning on the wall of my house?"
As she was lost in thought, Jiang Pengji heard the soft voice of a child coming from under the wall.
Jiang Pengji was surprised. She looked in the direction of the sound and found a fat boy with tears on his face sitting in the corner of the wall.
"Are you talking to me?"
Jiang Pengji pointed at herself. The boy could see her?
Could it be that the boy in front of her was an extremely important person to Wei Ci, so he "came alive" in his spiritual world?
Jiang Pengji noticed that many people's faces in the market were very blurry. This meant that Wei Ci's memory of them was very shallow. The boy in front of her looked delicate and cute. His eyes were dark and bright under his thick eyelashes, and Jiang Pengji liked him.
"Of course I'm talking to you. Are you from a foreign country?"
The boy raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face. His eyes were as red as a rabbit's.
"A foreign country?" Jiang Pengji lowered her head and glanced at her attire.
She had not worn the federal military uniform for a long time. She pulled out the God Slaying Sword and used the reflection of the blade to clearly see her current appearance.
It was not the familiar face of Liu Xi, but the face she had used for more than 40 years in her past life.
Jiang Pengji's beauty in her past life was needless to say. Every time the army recruited new recruits, the adjutant liked to use her refined image to deceive the new recruits who graduated from the military school. Even if she had a cold and aloof face, outsiders would feel that she was exuding strong hormones. When she wore a solemn and orderly military uniform, outsiders would also feel that it was a uniform temptation. In the words of the salted fish in the streaming room, she could rely on her face to make a living, but she had to rely on her fists.
The only difference was probably the color of her hair.
Jiang Pengji twirled a lock of hair with her fingers and frowned slightly. Her original hair color was pure black, but now it was a warm and flamboyant fiery red. Coupled with the exotic vixen face, it was no wonder that the boy suspected that she was from a foreign country.
Speaking of which …
How did her hair change color?
"I'm from a foreign country. Do you know where this place is?"
The boy was a little depressed. "Of course I'm from my home …"
Jiang Pengji looked at him and asked, "This is a very remote corner. Why are you here? Where are the servants? "
The boy's attire seemed simple, but it was made of fine silk. It was not something that a child from an ordinary family could afford.
She did not know which of her words had touched the boy's sore spot, but he actually cried again. Jiang Pengji could only carry him and comfort him.
The boy was not afraid of strangers. Instead, he felt that Jiang Pengji made him feel very warm and at ease.
Who was Jiang Pengji?
If she wanted to get information out of someone, she would definitely be able to get information out of the coffins that the person's ancestors were sleeping in, let alone a boy.
Jiang Pengji won the boy's trust with a few words.
The boy's nickname was Fushou. He had just celebrated his fourth birthday a while ago. His father named him Cong.
That day was the memorial day of the boy's mother — a concubine in the backyard who was not valued at all.
The boy saw that his father did not pay any attention to the memorial day of his mother at all. He went to the palace early in the morning to teach the princess's studies. He felt very sad.
He held a piece of silver in his hand and planned to sneak out of the manor to buy some offerings for his mother so that she would not be too lonely in the underworld. Who knew that he was small and weak? Even if he secretly got rid of the servants, he could not leave the manor. He spent a long time piling up a few stones. When he stepped on them, he could not reach the wall of the courtyard. Instead, he fell down. That was why he cried for a long time until Jiang Pengji appeared on the wall.
"Why don't I bring you to buy it?"
Jiang Pengji touched the boy's head. So this was Fushou.
He worshiped his "birth mother" on the memorial day. Wasn't this child afraid that his real mother would spank him?
Jiang Pengji took Fushou out of the manor and bought paper money, candles, and fruits for the memorial. She looked at him hugging the basket in satisfaction and found it funny.
Fushou's "birth mother" was just a concubine. Her memorial tablet was not qualified to be placed in the ancestral hall. It could only be placed in a small courtyard in the corner of the manor.
Jiang Pengji was smiling as she watched the boy burn paper money for his "birth mother" when a flurry of footsteps came from outside.
She turned over and leaped onto the beam of the roof. The door suddenly opened.
"Fushou!"
The man who came in was obviously anxious. Seeing that the boy was squatting on the ground, he suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Father, father?"
The boy was so scared that he stood up and hung his head aggrievedly.
Without waiting for the man to say anything, the girl who was about ten years old raised her eyebrows and said with a smile.
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