Air Force One finally stumbled and fell to the ground in a thrilling way, stuck between two large reefs on this small island.

The first princess, Karina, cried and shouted loudly, and rushed back to the cockpit as soon as possible together with Marshall, the general manager of the M country.

Looking at the tragedy in front of him, he was immediately shocked again, and felt so distressed that the father and daughter were like their souls were out of their bodies...

In front of him, there was already a dead bird's blood feathers full of cockpits, and the flesh and blood of the cockpit were blurred.

Han Zijian, who was unconscious, was bleeding from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and his hanging hands were also dripping blood from his fingers.

His hair, face, neck, and clothes, in addition to wet red stains, are still covered in red lumps and red blood...

"Brother Zijian, Brother Zijian... You can't die!" Karina cried as she plunged into the arms of the Bloody Hanzi.

In the forced landing of Air Force One, Hanzi Sword, which had already suffered a fatal blow, was not only bleeding from the seven orifices at this moment.

His soul even wandered and deserted...

In confusion, a flying saucer-shaped thing painted with sapphire blue, like a large plate, appeared in front of his eyes.

This behemoth is hovering high in the sky, and around it is a dazzling mysterious brilliance.

I saw that it was rapidly rotating 360° in place.

Spinning around, the monster's hazy and shimmering disc bottom slowly opened a round hatch.

Suddenly, a dazzling blood-red light actually sucked the soul of Hanzi Sword into it.

Immediately, Hanzi Jian was taken into a colorful tunnel, and he began to shuttle at supersonic speed.

He felt his body, shrinking in a rapid shuttle, and he felt like he was turning his life backwards.

A few seconds later, Han Zijian actually returned to the brook where the green grass was young, the strange rocks were standing, and the white butterflies were flying...

On the mossy white slab by the stream, Han Zijian suddenly saw that in the clear stream, he had turned into a four-year-old child.

Oh, oh, I see.

I have been turned back in time.

Here, it was the time when my mother used to take her young sword and live in seclusion in the suburbs of Stone Town, at my grandmother's house in a ravine.

At that time, I was only three or four years old...

In an instant, all the memories were restored in my mind...

On that day in this scene, it was cold and cloudy.

On that day, due to the loss of her lover, she became ill for a long time, and suffered from food shortage, and her mother, who was severely malnourished, finally fell ill on the earthen kang.

Mothers who have no money for medical treatment, no medicine to take, and no food to eat are really hungry and can't hold on.

Gray-haired, wrapped in small feet, thin and weak, the grandmother who was eager to save her daughter, was at a loss, and when she had nothing to do, she could only take the unattended boy sword and go to the mountains behind the house.

The little boy who happily chased butterflies saw his grandmother hiding in the forest, looking for wild fruits and digging wild vegetables everywhere, and had no time to take care of his little grandson, so he quietly slipped to a gurgling stream.

Xiao Zijian once heard that there is a small stream and pond here, and there are some small fish in the deep pool.

The young lady Xin'er who fled from the vast desert with her parents was here a few days ago, and together with his father, who looked like a foreigner and had big beards and blue eyes, he used a big bamboo basket to catch several small fish that were jumping around.

That night, the little fish soup and wild vegetables sent by the little fairy daughter with the same heart are still the most fragrant and beautiful memories of the little sword so far.

Soon, under a small cliff dozens of meters away, the boy really found the deep stream.

Wow, Miss Xin'er really didn't lie.

On the surface of the dreary and oxygen-deficient stream, the boy really saw a few long little white fish that were opening their mouths to breathe, and they seemed to be very happy.

Xiao Zijian also heard that if this small fish is used to cook soup, it will be the most nourishing delicacy in the world.

That night, when the mother watched her son drink fish soup and secretly swallowed saliva, she had actually been quietly discovered by the boy sword.

Well, cute little fish, I want to honor my mother, I must catch you all back today, and then cook soup for my mother.

If my mother drank this delicious little fish soup, her body would definitely be fine, and she would be able to laugh.

At that time, at that moment.

Thinking about my mother's yellow face and thin muscles.

Thinking about my mother's depression.

Thinking of his mother, even if he picked up a small sweet potato from the harvested field, and picked up a small corn that had been pecked by a bird, he had to hide it quietly in surprise, and then brought it back to his son to eat.

So, in the cold stream pool where the winter has not yet receded and the cold spring has just arrived, our brave boy sword set off a splash in the stream, plopping and plopping, and those few small fish, launched a life-and-death battle.

A fierce mermaid battle, the result was no suspense, naturally the small fish and fish, a big victory.

Just after the frustrated kid's sword pounced on the defeat, he couldn't withdraw from the battlefield, he had been poured cold water into his stomach, his eyes had been closed, and he was about to hold his breath.

At that time, I loved the boy sword the most, and the most dear boy sword, even if I caught a monkey, I had to roast it quietly, and the young lady who gave it all to the boy sword to eat, dragged two long ponytails, wore an old flower jacket, and carried a green bamboo basket bigger than her, which suddenly appeared like a god of war.

That year, Miss Xin'er, who was two years older than Xiao Zijian, also sneaked out without telling her parents.

Miss Xin'er, after knowing that the boy sword was still hungry for the fragrant little fish, she wanted to catch the small fish in the stream again.

Seeing the boy sword from a distance, holding two immature little hands, against his half of his little head, when he was desperately struggling in the stream, Miss Xin'er threw the bamboo basket and jumped down without hesitation at the speed of a 100-meter sprint...

After waiting for Miss Xin'er, after using all the power of the flood to push the boy sword ashore, she was in the cold stream pool, and when she slowly sank, she reluctantly stretched out her hands and left the last sentence for the boy sword:

"Zijian, my sister likes you, I owe me, and my heart wants you to pay it back in the next reincarnation..."

When the boy sword was so frightened that he didn't dare to touch the water anymore, dragged his wet clothes and went to call his grandmother, Miss Xin'er was gone...

The thin little foot old grandmother could only hurriedly go back to call someone.

Several hours later, after Xin's father fished Xin'er from the deep pool, Xiaozijian had been beaten by his mother to the point that his nose was blue and his face was swollen, his mouth was foaming blood, and he didn't even have the strength to roll on the ground.

After the tragedy, there is another tragedy.

The heart mother lost her beloved daughter, and she hit her head on the stone pillar and died.

Poor father, who lost two beloved relatives in a row, went crazy in pain, quietly left the ravine, and never knew where to go...

When sending the mother and daughter of the young sister Xin'er, the kid wore a sword and wore filial piety, and cried hoarse in three steps and one kneeling, crying and breaking his liver.

"Zijian, you must always remember that you owe two lives to Sister Xin'er!"

This is the words that the mother of the boy sword has repeated many times over the years.

At this moment, thinking of Miss Xin'er's love and pets, thinking of Miss Xin'er's smile like a flower, and thinking of the golden lily birthmark under Miss Xin'er's left shoulder, the boy sword was in pain again.

The tearful boy sword was suddenly dragged back by the time tunnel.

In the fog and fog, the boy found that he had changed back into the big sword.

At this moment, from the monster painted with sapphire blue like a large plate and a flying saucer, a dignified beautiful girl suddenly walked out.

I saw her, wearing a goose yellow windbreaker at this time, wearing a golden phoenix robe, and a golden phoenix crown on her head.

This beautiful girl's face was full of arrogance, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and a meaningful smile appeared on her jade face.

Looking at this girl from the Western Regions, Da Zijian was stunned.

He was wondering...

This girl is so familiar, her beautiful smile is so kind, so infectious.

'Badass boy Jian, don't you know your sister?' the girl asked with a smile.

Dazi Jian nodded at her honestly.

'Conscienceless boy sword, I'm your little sister,' the girl said grievingly, unbuttoning her phoenix robe and pulling open the collar of her phoenix robe.

Dazi Jian was immediately shocked and rubbed his eyes.

It's true, she's really a little sister in the heart.

The lily birthmark under her left shoulder is becoming more and more eye-catching at the moment.

It turns out that the little sister of Xin'er has also become a big sister.

Although it is the eighteenth change of the female university, but the eldest son sword takes a closer look, her eyes, her nose, her ears, and her little mouth are still the little sister of the heart, the original model of that childhood.

This time, Dazijian confirmed that the daughter in front of him was the young lady who owed two lives to others.

The life-saving benefactor, when the eldest son wanted to kneel down, he was dragged by the eldest sister of Xin'er:

'Fool sword, you two must not perform this great gift!'

Dazi Jian bowed deeply before asking:

'Sister Mo didn't die, and Zijian felt guilty for more than 20 years. ’

Sister Daxin'er sighed softly and said:

'Hey... My foolish sword, my sister was buried by your own hands, how can it be fake. ’

'That's... Then what are you...?' Dazi Jian was naturally puzzled.

Da Xin'er smiled faintly and said, "Fool Jian, my sister and you have no fate, so I can only reincarnate yin and yang, and come to you again." ’

Oh, I see, Dazi Jian seems to have suddenly realized.

Or in response to that sentence:

If you don't owe each other, how can you say goodbye.

Thinking of that time, he and Sister Xin'er were in the grass by the brook and ran away, and Da Zijian asked again with a red face:

'Sister has always been nice?'

I saw Sister Daxin'er, but she replied with a bitter face:

Sister and the people of my country, are in trouble, are you willing to help?

After Dazijian bowed again, he replied urgently:

In order to repay my sister's life-saving grace, Zijian will not hesitate even if he goes to the soup and fire!'

"Okay, with your heart, you can comfort Sansheng, sister will go first today, don't forget to bring your cold iron and cold heart sword when the time comes, in the vast sky, my heart is looking forward to..."

In front of Dazijian's eyes, after a sudden flash of blue light, Sister Xin'er and the sapphire blue, flying saucer-shaped thing, suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Sister Xin'er, don't go, Sister Xin'er wait for me..."

"Hehe, don't be afraid, if Sister Yun is here, there will be no taboos!"

Han Zijian slept for three days and three nights, and he was finally woken up by Tie Yunyan pinching his nose.

Han Zijian, who was red-faced and red-eared, panting for breath, slowly opened his eyes and saw that in the ward full of the smell of medicine, kissing the little daughter-in-law was in his arms.

"I dreamed of your life-saving benefactor again, Miss Xin'er," Tie Yunyan fell in love, and she brushed the sweat on her forehead for Hanzi Jianxiang.

Regarding this tear-jerking story, Han Zijian was embarrassed to mention it, and Ouyang Meike told his daughter-in-law a few times.

Han Zijian nodded slowly, and then closed his eyes weakly, he wanted to reminisce, but the dream had already disappeared, and there was no way to recall it!

"Don't be sad Zijian, you can dream of Miss Xin'er many times, and never forget the old kindness, she will definitely be able to smile at Jiuquan, and she will not sacrifice her life to save you in vain," Seeing Han Zijian's sad face, Tie Yunyan hurriedly felt relieved.

When Han Zijian heard this, he became more and more sad, and he couldn't help but shed two lines of foolish tears and said:

"My Yun'er, my love, what if I really leave you one day?"