Wei Ci didn't practice martial arts, and the piano master in front of him was not an ordinary martial artist who could see the depth, and Jiang Pengji didn't blame him for luring the wolf into the room.

She quietly separated Wei Ci from the blind pianist, and sat straight on Wei Ci's original mat.

"Zixiao, I suddenly remembered that something was left at home, can you help me run?"

is worthy of being a straight woman of steel, and Jiang Pengji's excuse is also stiff.

Without waiting for Wei Ci to speak, the blind pianist smiled slightly, as if the ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years suddenly melted, which was extremely amazing.

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

Her left hand has been lying on the hilt of the sword at her waist, and the muscles of her whole body are in a state of tension.

"You're nervous?"

The blind pianist in white spoke, and his voice was different from Wei Ci's warmth, but there was an indescribable coldness.

Tightening the four words, Jiang Pengji was shocked to find that she was so nervous that she was sweating.

What is the origin of this man?

As soon as the pianist's voice fell, he raised his knuckle-knuckled hand and stroked the piano surface, obviously not touching a string, the pleasant sound of the piano waved in the air in a circle of sound waves, Jiang Pengji brushed out a knife and slashed at the man's vital point, the other party did not dodge or dodge, and the smile on the corner of his lips became thicker.

Ding——

The invincible God Slashing Blade seemed to see something transparent, and the two struck each other with a crisp sound.

She was fine, Wei Ci was affected by the sound of the piano, her eyelids sank as if she had been poured a thousand pieces of lead water, and she slipped and fell to the ground against the pillar of the water pavilion.

Seeing this, Jiang Pengji's eyes were full of danger, faintly revealing a bit of blood.

"You're looking for death?"

Jiang Pengji said these three words, and the God of War Sword fell again.

He also encountered an invisible mask, but it didn't last long before it cracked overwhelmed.

The blade struck the blind luthier's neck.

I didn't see any movement from the other party, and my body was as dexterous and soft as a stream of water, and I easily dodged the knife.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but your temperament hasn't changed at all. The violinist said, "How can I rest assured that I am so fiercely aggressive?"

When Jiang Pengji heard this, she frowned and stopped.

"Who the hell are you?"

The strength shown by the violinist is not at all like what a person in this world should have, Jiang Pengji is not sure about the identity and intention of the other party, let alone whether he is an enemy or a friend - Wei Ci is on the side, she can't do her best at all, but she is tied up-

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

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

The pianist held the body of the instrument in his arms with one hand, and stroked it in front of his eyes with the other, and the three-finger-wide white cloth dissipated into a point of light with a white light. The white cloth disappeared, and Jiang Pengji found 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're—"

Looking at the other party's face, an illusory portrait floated in front of her, she, she actually felt a little familiar?

The violinist said, "Haven't remembered yet?"

With that, the piano in the luthier's arms turned into a long sword, and he carried the long sword behind his back.

Jiang Pengji was struck by lightning, and the casting material of this sword is clearly from the same source as the God of War Knife?

"You're the one who gave me the sword?"

The luthier laughed and said, "That's all you remember?"

Jiang Pengji stood beside the piano case, holding the hilt of the God of War Sword in her right hand, and her eyes looked at the white-clothed pianist for a moment.

No, it should be said that the swordsman in white.

"Penghime, you've done a great job. The corners of his lips lifted lightly, and he smiled, "The Heavenly Brain is extremely cunning and powerful, and although it was killed back then, some of it still escaped smoothly. For two thousand years, hundreds of lower planes have been plagued, and this plague has become a climate ......"

Two lives?

Well done?

Jiang Pengji seemed to have been struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned.

What two lives?

Jiang Pengji froze in place.

There is a treasure chest hidden in the depths of memory, and the man's voice is the only key to open it.

For a while, countless memories came flooding back.

Jiang Pengji screamed in pain, knelt half-kneeling with a knife, and her heavy breath was accompanied by cold sweat.

In a blur, Jiang Pengji seemed to see the figure of another person appear out of thin air next to her, which was a woman in white clothes.

"Is it really okay to let her recover her memory now?" the woman asked the white-clothed swordsman.

The white-clothed swordsman raised his hand to take the woman's soft wattle, and his palms were close to each other.

"You and I can't stay in this plane for long, and we have to lock up that scourge so that we don't have too many dreams at night...... Let Peng Ji recover her memory earlier, remember the cause and effect, and you and I can also worry about it. When she finishes this cause and effect, there are still a bunch of stalls waiting for her on the federal side. ”

The woman was eerily silent for a moment.

"She's just drawn her knife and slashed you—when she regains her memory, do you think she'll be merciful?"

The man said, "The body she uses now is only a mortal body, and it can't hurt me." ”

Realizing that the two were leaving, Jiang Pengji let the majestic memory engulf her, fell to the ground, and fainted.

said it was a coma, but in fact, it didn't last long.

Jiang Pengji opened her eyes expressionlessly, sat on the ground, and the God of War knife was casually thrown in her hand.

She turned her head to look at Wei Ci, and after a moment of stunned moments, she made sure she was right, and raised her hand to hold him in her arms, as if holding a lost treasure.

Looking around, the surface of the pond reflected the sparkling waves, and her eyes were sour.

She remembered a lot of things, and in her dream she became another "Jiang Pengji", who went from a bandit to the throne.

A life that seems to be successful has endless regrets.

made a desperate bet to make her win.

Even if she knew that the two lives were set up by the pair of men and women, she couldn't complain. As the commander of the Seventh Army, she shoulders the responsibility of defending the Federation and cannot shirk it. Mo said that if she enters the game and captures the heavenly brain, she will not hesitate to hand over her life.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand and rubbed her tired eyebrows, and slowed down for a while before she hugged Wei Ci and left the water pavilion.

The yin qi here is damp, and it will be very uncomfortable for Wei Ci to treat him.

As everyone knows, Wei Ci's physical cold has already been raised, and the current situation is much better than in the previous life.

Wei Ci woke up in a sultry heat.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw someone holding him in his arms with his hands and feet, a house with a charcoal fire, and four or five thick quilts piled on the bed.

This familiar situation—

"Lan Ting, you loosen up—"

If he doesn't let go, he will be suffocated to death.

"Oh......"

Jiang Pengji rarely let go of her hands and feet.

"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 moment and shook his head in annoyance, he really didn't remember.

Jiang Pengji opened her mouth and said, "You suffered from a cold and fever a few days ago and have been sick for a few days. ”

Wei Ci subconsciously felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember the recent memory, as if he was covered with a white veil, and he couldn't see clearly.

Probably-

He's really sick and confused.

"Your Majesty doesn't go back to the palace to sleep? Ci is sick now, and it can't be done if your Majesty is sick with illness—"

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

"If I don't go, I can't sleep without you. I've dreamed that you've been snatched away by Raushzi's luthier—"

Wei Ci smiled and said, "If you don't go, you won't go, but Ci is still sick, so bring another mattress." ”

Jiang Pengji turned over with a pout, looking at Wei Ci for a moment.

In his previous life, Wei Ci was alienated and gentle, cautious and restrained, his reason was always online, and his feelings were always suppressed.

Now it's different, there is no depression between the eyebrows and eyes, but a comforting calmness and warmth.

This is the real Weici.

Everything was as perfect as she had imagined.

Jiang Pengji rolled around and stretched out her hand at Wei Ci.

"Don't, Peng Peng wants to be hugged by filial piety. ”

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

Wei Ci patiently smiled at her.

Jiang Pengji twisted like a worm and rubbed against Wei Ci's side.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he stretched out his hands and rolled him around, and put a futon between his toes and covered his body.

The room was full of spring, and after a while, there was a deafening movement.