That little trace is really imperceptible, if it weren't for Yi Jiangshu's meticulous heart and attainments, he really couldn't catch it.

When Zhixuan and Yi Jiangshu appeared in front of the man, the man who was working was shocked.

"You ......!!"

Looking at Zhixuan and Yi Jiangshu, who were obviously not living people, the man had no heart to appreciate the beauty that was not allowed to be worldly.

However, he had seen a big scene in the end, and he quickly came to his senses after being shocked at first, and he raised his eyebrows and exhaled a breath: "The two of you...... Isn't that the guy at the Magic Inn?"

Although his expression was firm, his tone was full of doubt, and he still didn't have such a calm and comfortable face in his heart.

Yi Jiangshu didn't talk much, she never treated herself badly, she found a chair and pulled her friend to sit down, her posture was relaxed as if she was in her own home, and the corner of the man's mouth couldn't help twitching.

"You know the inn exists, how did you know about it?"

Zhiwan didn't answer the rhetorical question, but he also acquiesced to the man's guess.

"It's no secret, we've always known that there is a place where dead souls will go if they have obsessions, but we haven't really seen it. ”

Guessed by the affirmation, the man suddenly hooked the corners of his lips and said, staring at the face of the scarlet with an unknown meaning.

"I wonder what identity you two came to me for?"

"What are you looking for an inn for, isn't it as simple as having some wish not come true?"

Zhiqian was stared at unpleasantly by the man's inexplicably excited eyes, and felt that her fist was a little itchy, but she had something to ask, and she secretly endured it.

If you beat someone, you have to concentrate on it, and then beat it after asking, so that you have a stronger sense of experience.

"Of course not!"

The man was quick to deny it.

He is not short of money, status and power, and he also has a happy family, and he doesn't need an inn to fulfill his wishes.

The reason why we must find the inn is because of the orders from above, and the other is selfishness.

Before that, the man had not been able to prove that the inn was real, and he himself believed that the people around him and his subordinates did not believe it.

Even some people above don't believe it very much, and only think that the existence of the inn is made up, and there is no reality.

He always wanted to prove that his feelings were not wrong, but he couldn't prove it, so he was always ridiculed for being whimsical.

At this moment, at this moment, the two ghosts from the inn sat in his room, personally admitted the existence of the inn, and questioned him, which obviously made the man extremely excited.

As soon as he was excited, he stopped talking, and for a moment he felt that a big wave rushed towards him, splashing her with water.

The man not only told the reason for looking for the inn, but also elaborated on his inner doubts and twists and turns over the years, which were simply ups and downs and turbulent.

“...... Stop!"

Zhiwan couldn't help but stop, and continued to talk as if the man didn't hear it, she snapped her fingers and silenced the man.

"Sir, I don't have any interest in these inner dramas of yours, I just want to know, where is the leader of your organization?"

The ink in his eyes was thick, and the ghostly aura on his body could not resist the flow, like a hungry beast in the wasteland, as long as the shackles were released, it would rush up and tear people to pieces.

“...... cough cough cough ......"

The silence under the shackle was very shallow, but the man spent a lot of effort to untie it, and as soon as he untied it, he coughed darkly.

"This lord, do you want the direction of the head of the family?"

The man picked up the teacup on the table and poured a sip of water.

"No problem. ”

He didn't hesitate, and very simply revealed the position and disposition of the "head of the family", as if he didn't care whether he was betrayed or not.

If he dares to say it, Zhiwan will also dare to believe it, anyway, if a man lies, Zhiqian doesn't mind giving him a harmless little lesson to tell him the truth.

As for whether the man will run away?

Scold.

is to flee to the other side of the world, and the stubborn scarf has a way to get him back.

Not killing indiscriminately does not mean that you cannot be beaten.

There's nothing that can't be solved by one beating, and if there is, then two.

Leaving the man's house, Yi Jiangshu finally opened her mouth: "Afu, how much do you think what this man said is true?"

"Seven or eight points," Zhiqian said casually, smiling coldly, because he didn't have time to beat the man, "This person is nonsense, and he doesn't look out of tune, but he actually reveals a lot of things." ”

The head and the head of the family that he mentioned again and again were the so-called "Yi family" who had nothing to do before.

For some reason, Zhishuang always had an intuition about her memories and maybe related to it.

600 years ago...... Yi Mingzhuo......

Thousands of years ago...... Yi Jiang Di......

And now she meets this Mingmiao who makes her feel a little good, is there a connection between the three?

Is the loss of her memory also due to this?

Zhifei was thoughtful.

She buried these things in her heart and didn't say them to Yi Jiangshu, after all, she was not sure, so she would explain them together after figuring them out.

The name of the "head of the family" mentioned by the man is Yi Jianming, and as soon as he heard this name, he glanced at Yi Jiangshu, and there was a hidden understanding in his heart.

After meeting this man named Yi Bingming, this feeling became even clearer.

Without him, the man was wearing a Taoist robe, and the sword pinned to his waist was the partner of the handicap, the famous sword whisk.

"So the snow is with you. ”

Raised eyebrows.

I haven't seen it for thousands of years, and there is an extra layer of flashy scabbard on the original simple and unpretentious sword body of the snow, which is beautiful and beautiful, but it has no practical use, and the pearls and diamonds inlaid with it shine in the sun, almost flashing a pair of eyes.

If it weren't for the Xue character engraved on the hilt of the sword by her eldest brother himself, Zhiqian really wouldn't have recognized the snow.

The man's face is extraordinarily young, and there is a mysterious sense of familiarity, and the meaning of the eyes looking at Zhiqian is also unclear, which makes Zhiqian even more strange.

"You know me?"

Zhifei asked.

"I haven't seen each other for hundreds of years, and my sister-in-law's memory is getting worse and worse. ”

Unexpectedly, the man said.

“...... Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?"

Yi Jiangshu repeated slowly, turning her head to look at Zhixuan: "Afu, when did you get into a love debt, why don't I know?"

Zhifei was also shocked, confused and helpless.

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"I don't know......" She first lowered her voice and replied under the inexplicable teasing eyes of her friend, and then turned her head to look at the man, "What nonsense are you talking about, I have never been with anyone!"

Even if she doesn't have an incomplete memory, she doesn't think she will be the kind of person who falls in love with someone and then seals her memory irresponsibly.

Besides, my aunt and grandmother have never tasted a trace of love since she hit her mother's womb, so it's okay to be single until now!

"Who are you mocking!" believe it or not, I'm beating you.

The man heard the subtext of Zhixuan, he still knew a little about Zhixuan, and when he saw her like this, he understood that he was unhappy, and his fists were itchy.

He smiled: "Sister-in-law sealed her own memories and forgot my brother, why don't you admit it?" ”

"Who's your brother, I'm ......"

"My brother," the man said in an accentuated tone, with a hint of emotion in his expression, "he called Yi Mingzhuo. ”

"Sister-in-law, do you remember the name?"

"Yi Mingzhuo...... Is it your brother?"

Zhifei frowned, unfortunately, she had heard this name not long ago, and was surprised.

When she thought of something, she was surprised again: "Then ...... you?"

The man bowed his head: "Yi Mingming is just a pseudonym, my real name is Yi Mingguang." ”

Yi Mingguang is also the second son of Meng Qingyao who was commissioned at the inn not long ago, and he is the child who may absorb his mother's vitality to survive.

Meng Qingyao's matter was also mentioned to Yi Jiangshu, so Yi Jiangshu had some guesses about it, and seeing that the man was still young at this moment, the guess in his heart was roughly determined.

"Atavistic son?"

Yi Jiangshu sighed.

She had been watching from the sidelines before, and the man didn't know her, so she didn't notice, but at this moment she opened her mouth, and the man looked over, squinting his eyes and showing a meaningless smile: "Your Excellency also knows?"

Yi Mingguang's bloodline is atavistic to his ancestors, and his physique is close to that of the Protoss, and there may not be anything on the side, but the ability to maintain his youth forever is there.

That's why he has survived for more than 600 years and still maintains a handsome and fresh face.

It is also for this reason that Meng Qingyao, as a mother, cannot provide enough energy to support the child's growth, and the vitality is unconsciously taken away, and it is normal.

In this way, it can explain why Meng Qingyao's death was because the vitality was absorbed and it was not enough to sustain life.

"I didn't expect that apart from old ghosts like my sister-in-law, there would be people who could see my physique at a glance. ”

Yi Mingguang smiled: "But it's harmless, my sister-in-law treats herself very ruthlessly, saying that if she wants to seal the memory, she will simply seal it all, even I don't recognize it, fortunately, I have the foresight to save one, sister-in-law can I open it and take a look?"

As he spoke, he took out a wooden box.

The wooden box is made of ebony, and the body of the box is carved with one after another wood hibiscus, and the carver has excellent knife skills, and the wooden hibiscus is carved lifelike, very exquisite.

And coincidentally, the pattern trend is no different from the painting box that Zhiqian got from Ming Hao before.

Zhiwan stared at the wooden box silently.

Her conjecture may be true.