The matter on Sun Ying's side came to an end for the time being, and Zhiqian nested in the inn for a few days and received many guests.

Epidemic situation......

This kind of thing has always been difficult to control, and at first it was silent, and when people took it seriously, it has spread and become a behemoth.

It can be said that now the society is technologically developed, although it is still a little busy in the face of the so-called epidemic, but it is no longer as powerless as before.

Thinking of the dead city that he had experienced and witnessed with his own eyes, Zhiqian couldn't help but sigh slightly.

It's already good, isn't it, at least the number of deaths, or the flow of guests entering the inn, is far lower than she estimated.

The vitality of human beings will always continue to increase.

Perhaps one day in the future, even if the virus is raging, people's lives will not be easily taken.

There will be a day.

To some extent, there is some truth in the phrase "man will conquer heaven".

The ice and snow between the eyebrows and eyes of the female ghost with a beautiful face quietly dissipated a little, revealing a trace of softness and wanton that was well hidden.

It was the orphan of the Xue family who was still peaceful and chic like a swordsman many years ago, even after experiencing a lot of hardships, and at that time, she was always accompanied by a snow-white long sword.

Dancing like a frightening flood, the flowers and the snow.

Thinking of his sword, he suddenly held his head for a moment, and then raised his forehead and sighed softly.

Whisk snow, she once deliberately looked for it, but unfortunately I don't know if it's old, she didn't find it.

The snow is a birthday gift given by the eldest brother, and it is a weapon that can be famous all over the world, accompanying Zhiqian through too many difficult years, which is of great significance to Zhixuan.

Therefore, when she cast ghost weapons, she tried to form a hundred and eighty forms, but she lacked a sword shape.

Even if it is a ghost weapon that already exists, it can be used without it, and the most used in a fight is your own fist.

Just thinking like this, Yi Jiangshu suddenly appeared beside Zhixuan.

"Afu, there's something I haven't told you about. ”

After a pause, he looked up at his best friend: "What's the matter?"

"It's about the snow, I was confused at first, and occasionally had a moment of wakefulness, about two hundred years ago, I was awake for a moment, and I seemed to have seen the shadow of the snow sword at a glance. ”

Thinking about something, Zhifei was a little surprised: "Is it confirmed?"

Yi Jiangshu shook her head slowly: "It's just that the intuition is similar." ”

I don't know what to think, she said with a strange expression: "It was held in the hand of a man, if I am not mistaken, the badge on the person's body is printed with an easy character." ”

I don't know if this "Yi" is related to her Yi family.

Zhifei thought of going to a place with her, and a strange feeling crossed her heart, she didn't study it carefully, suppressed this feeling in her heart, and said with a smile on her face: "Could it be your descendant? But two hundred years ago, your Yi family had changed its name and surname to Yi's." ”

So this "Yi" may just be a passer-by, and has nothing to do with Yi Jiangshu.

"Maybe it's the similarity, but it's not necessarily the snow. ”

Yi Jiangshu sighed, she was in a trance at that time, and she was attracted by the word "Yi", and she really didn't see the shape of the sword clearly.

Besides, the sword that held the scarf was popular all over the continent back then, and it is not surprising that there are one hundred and eighty imitations.

"Don't talk about that, Auntie, have you seen those things, have you found anything?"