One Thousand Two Hundred and Thirteen: Spoiler, Sugar on Valentine's Day (Part 2)

Wei Ci hadn't practiced martial arts, and the luthier in front of him was not something that ordinary warriors could tell. Jiang Pengji didn't blame him for leading the wolf into the house.

She calmly separated Wei Ci from the blind luthier, 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 a straight girl of steel, Jiang Pengji's excuses were too blunt.

Before Wei Ci could speak, the blind luthier suddenly smiled, as if the ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years suddenly melted, it was extremely amazing.

Jiang Pengji was not confused, not only did she not relax, but her brows furrowed even more.

Her left hand has been resting on the handle of Zhanshen Knife by her waist, and all the muscles in her body are in a state of tension.

"Are you nervous?"

The blind luthier in white clothes spoke, his voice was different from Wei Ci's gentleness, but rather indescribably cold.

With four words, Jiang Pengji was shocked to find that she was sweating from nervousness.

What is the origin of this person?

As soon as the luthier finished speaking, he raised his knuckle-knuckle hand to caress the surface of the piano, obviously not touching a single string, the melodious sound of the piano made waves in the air, Jiang Pengji drew out his knife and slashed at the man's head The key point is that the other party does not dodge or dodge, and the smile on the corners of his lips grows stronger.

Ding--

The invincible Zhanshen Blade seemed to see something transparent, and the two hit each other with a crisp sound.

She was fine, but Wei Ci was affected by the sound of the piano, his eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he slipped and fell to the ground leaning against the water pavilion pillars.

Seeing this, Jiang Pengji's eyes were full of danger, with a hint of blood.

"you wanna die?"

Jiang Pengji said these three words, and the God of War Knife dropped again.

I also encountered an invisible mask, but the mask didn't last long before it cracked under the weight.

The blade struck the blind luthier's neck.

He didn't see any movement from the other party, his body was as nimble and soft as a stream of water, and he easily dodged the knife.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but your temper hasn't changed at all." The luthier said, "How can I rest assured that you are so aggressive and aggressive?"

When Jiang Pengji heard this, she frowned and stopped.

"who are you?"

The strength displayed by the luthier is not what a person 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, she can't use her full strength at all. Bound hands and feet——

The luthier said, "You don't remember?"

Jiang Pengji laughed angrily, "Should I remember who you are?"

The luthier held the body of the piano in his arms with one hand, and caressed it in front of his eyes with the other hand. The white cloth three fingers wide dissipated into light spots with a flash of 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 person's face, an illusory portrait floated in front of her eyes, she, she actually felt a little familiar?

The luthier said, "Haven't you remembered?"

After all, the qin in the luthier'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 obviously from the same source as the God of War Knife?

"Are you the one who gave me the Divine Slayer Saber?"

The luthier laughed and said, "You only think of this?"

Jiang Pengji stood beside the piano case, holding the handle of the God of War Knife firmly in her right hand, and stared at the white-clothed luthier without blinking.

No, it should be the swordsman in white.

"Peng Ji, you did a good job." The corners of his lips twitched, and he smiled, "The brain is extremely cunning and powerful. Although it killed its main body back then, some of it escaped smoothly. For two thousand years, the scourge has been on the rise." In the lower planes, this disaster has become a reality..."

Two generations?

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 the memory, and a man's voice is the only key to open it.

All of a sudden, countless memories came flooding back.

Jiang Pengji cried out in pain,

Half-kneeling with a knife, heavy panting accompanied by cold sweat.

While unconscious, Jiang Pengji seemed to see another figure appearing out of thin air beside her, it was a woman in white clothes.

"Is it really good to let her restore her memory now?" the woman asked the swordsman in white.

The swordsman in white raised his hand to take over the woman's catkin, his palms touching.

"You and I can't stay in this plane for too long, and we have to lock up that disaster, so as not to have long nights and dreams... Let Peng Ji restore her memory earlier, and remember the cause and effect, so you and I can rest easy. After she settles the cause and effect here, the Federation There are still a bunch of stalls waiting for her over there."

The woman was silent for a while.

"She drew her knife to chop you just now—when she recovers her memory, do you think she will be merciful?"

The man said, "The body she is using now is just a mortal body, it cannot hurt me."

Realizing that the two of them had left, Jiang Pengji let herself be swallowed up by the overwhelming memory, fell headfirst to the ground, and passed out.

Said to be fainted, but in fact, it didn't last long.

Jiang Pengji opened her eyes expressionlessly, and sat down on the ground, she casually threw the God of War Knife by her hand.

She turned her head and glanced at Wei Ci, and after a moment of stunnedness, she was sure that she was not mistaken, and raised her arms to hold him in her arms, as if holding a lost and found treasure.

Looking around, the surface of the pond reflected sparkling light, making her eyes sour.

She remembered many things. In the dream, she became another "Jiang Pengji", from being a bandit to being an emperor.

A seemingly successful life has endless regrets.

Desperate to start all over again, she actually won the bet.

Even though she knew that the two lives were set up by that couple, she couldn't complain. The misfortune of the brain is still there, and as the commander of the Seventh Army, she shoulders the responsibility of defending the Federation and cannot shirk it. Not to mention entering the game to capture Tiannao, even if she was asked to surrender her life, she would not hesitate.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand and rubbed the area between her tired brows, and after a while of strength, she hugged Wei Ci away from the waterside pavilion.

It's very cloudy and humid here, Wei Ci will feel very uncomfortable if he stays here.

As everyone knows, Wei Ci's body-cold problem has long since developed, and the current situation is much better than the previous life.

Wei Ci woke up in a burst of stuffy heat.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw someone wrapping his hands and feet in his arms, the room was burning with charcoal fire, and four or five thick quilts were piled on the bed.

This familiar situation——

"Lanting, you loosen—"

If you don't let go, he will be smothered to death.

"Oh……"

It was rare for Jiang Pengji to let go of her hands and feet meekly.

"Why are you here?" Wei Ci looked at her in confusion.

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows, "You don't remember?"

Wei Ci thought for a while, then shook his head in trouble, he really didn't remember.

Jiang Pengji opened her mouth and said, "You caught cold and had a fever a few days ago, and you were sick for a few days."

Wei Ci subconsciously felt something was wrong, but he couldn't recall the most recent memory, as if covered by a white veil, he couldn't see clearly.

perhaps--

He was really sick and confused.

"Your Majesty won't go back to the palace to go to bed? Ci is sick now, and His Majesty can't be affected by his sickness—"

Jiang Pengji spread out her limbs like a pancake, occupying more than half of the bed.

"Don't go, I can't sleep without you by my side. In my dreams, I dreamed that you were snatched away by Lao Shizi's luthier—"

Wei Ci laughed and said, "If you don't want to leave, don't leave, but Ci is still sick, so bring another mattress."

Jiang Pengji pursed her mouth and turned over, looking at Wei Ci without blinking.

In his previous life, Wei Ci was estranged and gentle, cautious and restrained, his reason was always on the line, and his emotions were always severely suppressed.

It's different now, there is no depression in the eyebrows and eyes, but there is a comforting calmness and warmth.

This is the real Wei Ci.

Everything is as perfect as she imagined.

Jiang Pengji followed the trend and rolled, reaching out her hand towards Wei Ci.

"No, Pengpeng wants Zixiao to hug her."

"Your Majesty is not a three-year-old child anymore, don't mess around, it's not good to be sick."

Wei Ci patiently persuaded her with a smile.

Jiang Pengji squirmed like a bug, and rubbed against Wei Ci's side.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he stretched out his hands and hugged him and rolled him around, covering his body with a quilt between his toes.

The room was full of spring, and after a while, there was an ear-piercing sound.