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As soon as she looked up, she saw Zhen Zidemon's eyes as deep as the vast starry sky, and he was looking at her steadily, not joking, not playing, but looking at her with an empty and distant look.

Yan Qingrui said: "You ...... You ......"

He actually knew that she was a wisp of soul in another world, and knew that she had traveled through time?

Is what he said true? Yes, crossing over is an unbelievable thing, but didn't it happen to her?

Since there is such a strange thing as time travel, why is it impossible that this Zhen Zi Demon really has the memory of ten lifetimes, and some people do not have special abilities?

Zhen Zidemon said: "You didn't come through time, but your soul returned to its place!"

Yan Qingrui suppressed the shock in her heart and said coldly: "Say human words!"

Zhen Zidemon scratched his bald head and said: "You were originally Yan Qingrui, the young lady of the Yan family, but your soul is special, and you are separated in two time and space, in order to make your soul one, I have been to your world!"

Yan Qingrui didn't say anything, she was a little incompetent by Zhen Ziyou's words, she felt that her experience was bizarre enough, how could there be more unbelievable things at the same time?

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Zhen Zidemon scratched her bald head again, and said, "You still don't believe it? Don't you think I'm familiar? You have seen me in that world!"

Yan Qingrui looked at the big bald head, her eyes rolled wildly, when had she ever seen such a person?

Zhen Zidemon was blinking a pair of innocent eyes, looking at her watery, and that expression and action made Yan Qingrui feel a chill. When a child makes this expression, it is cute, an adult, or a monk, and when he makes this look, it is disgusting.

Wait, kids?

Yan Qingrui's heart flashed with some fragments, when she was in the rain of bullets, holding the water pipe and sliding down rapidly, a bullet passed by her side, breaking the glass of a house on the 26th floor.

On that balcony, a little child of two or three years old was playing.

He had the clean eyes of a fawn, and smiled innocently at her, but he was unsteady on his feet, his body staggered, and he fell downstairs.

She rescued him and threw him back to the soft couch in his living room, where he was unharmed and fell down the stairs.

The face of that kid is so similar to this Zhen Purple Demon!

So like!

Yan Qingrui's eyes were suddenly full of anger, she jumped up and couldn't help but whip her bald head with her sleeve, and said angrily: "What the hell, I was cheated by you?"

What a broken child? Not at all, it's this magic stick!

If she really saved people, she died, she confessed, but now that she knows that she was pitted, she simply strangles this harmful monk to death.

Zhen Zidemon covered his head and jumped in the meditation room, and said as he jumped: "If you don't beat people, the gentleman doesn't use his mouth, he is a puppy...... Oh...... You are violent, you violent maniac, beware that you will not be able to marry in the future!"

Zhen Zidemon hid quickly, Yan Qingrui drew faster, and she was still blocking the door.

When she was out of breath, Zhen Zidemon's light and receptive head became a big circle and became a pig's head.

Zhen Zidemon covered his head, sizzled in pain, and complained at Yan Qingrui with tears: "A man's wife, a female man, a violent maniac, who will dare to marry you in the future? Beware of being lonely and old! If you beat me again, I won't tell you about Xuanyue Sword!"

Yan Qingrui grabbed his back collar and lifted it up, shouting, "Xuanyue Sword?"