Taiwei came back to his senses and glanced at him thoughtfully.

She vaguely guessed what he was talking about, but she couldn't ask, so she wasn't sure, it was just a guess.

When they first met, he never mentioned to her anything he didn't remember as a child. It's because she clearly has the upper hand and has seen the future, but she still doesn't know what the memory he lost is and how to get it back.

She had only seen the scar on his head.

Old, stubborn, like a burn carved into the bone.

Nine times out of ten, his lost memory was related to this scar.

It's just that......

He blinked slightly.

If he lost something, he naturally wanted to find it, but he was involved with the gods for this, and it looked completely different. If a person is not desperate to the extreme, where would he think of this?

It can be seen that he has exhausted all methods.

Taiwei didn't feel a little mixed in her heart, and she didn't know how to answer for a while.

She looked at him and kept thinking about the past.

I think of him in the past, and my past self.

Those two people obviously had the same face, but now that they look at it, they always feel that they are not very different.

They kept appearing in her mind, struggling to pop up, but somehow the more she recalled, the more strange she felt.

At this moment, she looked up at him, and the person she saw was very different from the Xue Jia in her memory.

Gathering his mind, he shook his fan slightly and asked in a low voice: "Why did the national teacher have the iron heart to build this tower?"

Is it really to welcome the immortals in his mouth?

But if that's the case, why does he think that there must be immortals in the world?

Those legendary guys, made up, how can they really exist.

Taiwei looked at Xue Huaijian half curiously, half expectantly.

Although Jiao Xuan is unfathomable and mysterious, Xue Huaijian has grown up with him since he was a child, so he should be familiar with his thoughts.

I didn't want Xue Huaijian to look back, but I just asked her: "Have you asked Jing Ningbo this question?"

Taiwei shook her head.

She and her father have talked a lot more in this life than in the past, but they are probably far from the fathers and daughters of other people. The two of them didn't say much, and where would they talk about the question of why Jiao Xuan wanted to build the tower.

She said honestly: "I'm afraid that if I ask, it's in vain." ”

Jiao Xuan's mind is only clear to Jiao Xuan.

Even her father's hands and eyes are useless.

Only Xue Huaijian is Jiao Xuan's adopted son, and he is different from others.

The wind blew a little lazily, and his tone softened: "If you don't know, forget it......"

Xue Huaijian smiled, lowered his head suddenly, and leaned in front of her face: "Where did you learn the radical method, and you still have a beauty plan." ”

Taiwei's face was slightly red, like heat, and he quickly fanned the fan in his hand a few times.

But a pair of eyes are becoming more and more watery, and even with thick black eyelashes, they are getting longer and longer.

Xue Huai's heart was itchy, and it took him half a day to hold it.

He pulled a green leaf from the tree.

Because of its thick and fat growth, the leaves seemed to be greener than others, and when the nails were gently pinched, juice immediately flowed out.

The veins on the leaves are slowly broken and blurred.

Xue Huaijian told a story.

A story that has been gone for a long time and no one knows whether it is true or not.

"It is recorded in the book that a hundred years ago, there were immortals who came up from the sky. It has a beautiful appearance, a moving voice, and speaks a language that does not exist in the world. ”

Hearing this, Taiwei smiled as before, still thinking that this was a story.

But Xue Huaijian's next words made her have a different idea.

Unhurried, he said in a calm tone: "The immortals recorded in the book have the ability to come back from the dead. ”

The heart in Taiwei's chest suddenly beat wildly.

All of a sudden, "pounding" and "pounding", like a drum being beaten by a drumstick. If it weren't for the ups and downs of the voices around her, her heartbeat would definitely be heard clearly by Xue Huaijian, and it would not be able to be blocked at all.

She took a deep breath and quietly moved back.

When people don't know how to react to something, they always want to run away, which is really a disadvantage.

She was still sitting, but her feet were ready to flee the next moment.

Taiwei moved his slightly stiff tongue, lowered his eyes and asked, "What is the meaning of resurrection from the dead?"

Does it have the immortal art of raising up the flesh and bones of the dead, or can the immortals themselves be resurrected even if they die? or, like her—

Taiwei's brain was entangled in a mess, and she couldn't find a clue.

It dawned on her that this story, and all the about immortals, was probably not as ridiculous and funny as she had originally thought.

Jiao Xuan's single-minded attempt to build a tower to welcome the immortals may not be just a big lie.

She raised her eyes to look at Xue Huaijian, trying to see some light-hearted smile on his face.

But on the man's young and handsome face, his expression was serious.

She couldn't help but get worried.

Xue Huaijian said: "It has been too long, and the records in the book are quite vague, what kind of 'resurrection' this is, there is no way to verify." But—"

The words came to an abrupt end.

The two of them suddenly looked at the tower in the distance.

I heard a loud bang, and I saw a big ash rise in front of me.

Taiwei breathed a sigh: "My father and the national teacher!"

The tower is still far from being completed.

So she knew that one day it would collapse, but she didn't expect it to collapse today.

I saw that the dense eaves on one side fell one after another, mottled, as if they had experienced a catastrophe.

"Wait and don't move!"

Xue Huai's blade swept away, and the person had already flown away like a swallow.

Taiwei clenched the paper fan in his hand.

If she had gone forward, she would have thought that her father would not die today. But after Sanniang's matter, everything can no longer be affirmed. He hoped that he would die at the hands of the Restoration Army in the future, and that he would be crushed to death by the crumbling towers today.

Thinking of this, he raised his eyes slightly and rushed up.

She always felt that Qi Yuanzhang was incompatible with the eight characters on the twelfth floor, and now that she looks, this broken tower is really unlucky.

Jiao Xuan wanted to use it to welcome the immortals, but he was afraid that only evil would be ushered in at that time.

Taiwei raised his hand and took the sleeve to cover his mouth and nose.

The air was dusty, and the sun shone brightly, like a strange rain of golden light.

The workers were rushing towards the collapse, and no one noticed her.

Suddenly, a gust of wind rose, and several grizzled people appeared in the distance.

The one at the head walked fast, and when he saw her, he shouted, "Hurry up!"

Taiwei knew it when she heard it.

Her father hates being bad, and the king of Hades doesn't want to accept him for a while.

So she quickly retreated, until she reached a corner where the wind was clear.

The sun gently fell on the shoulders, illuminating the dirty dust above.

"I'll have someone send you back first. ”

Qi Yuanzhang walked closer and gasped twice.