Zhen Zidemon said: "I'm here for the Xuanyue Sword!"

A dangerous light flashed in Yan Qingrui's eyes, and she said, "How do you know that I want the Xuanyue Sword?"

Zhen Zidemon said: "The poor monk knows astronomy, geography, and the past...... Ahh

It turned out that Yan Qingrui had stung him to the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Zhen Zidemon got up, rubbed her sore fart, glared at her with resentful eyes, and said with resentment: "I didn't know you wanted the Xuanyue Sword, but you will get this Xuanyue Sword sooner or later!"

Dare to be blind?

Yan Qingrui said: "You're right, I'm going to get it, I'm going to give it away!"

"How can that work?" Zhen Zi Demon said righteously: "That sword has my seventy years of internal strength, how can it be cheap to others?"

Yan Qingrui looked at the sky with white eyes: "You brag and don't make drafts, right? That sword has been handed down for five hundred years, what's the matter with you?"

Zhen Zidemon proudly said, "You forgot, I have ten lifetime memories." Five hundred years ago, this monk and poor monk were called Chu Changyang!"

Yan Qingrui was stunned, this monk is very unreliable, it has become a habit to run the train with his mouth full, which sentence is true and which sentence is false? Even if it is true, what does it have to do with her?

Yan Qingrui sneered: "With your seventy years of internal strength, you can take it yourself." ”

Zhen Zidemon said: "The four major monks are empty, besides, I have few opponents now, monks, and those internal forces are just icing on the cake, a bit of a waste." You're the one who gives you charcoal in the snow, you're so weak that you're dying!"

"You're weak, your whole family is weak!" Yan Qingrui was not angry, who was the one who was pumped all over just now? Who is still the pig's head now?

Zhen Zidemon grinned, and said unconvincedly: "The monk Jianghu is inexperienced, he lost the opportunity, and you don't follow the normal moves, the monk is caught off guard and caught off guard, so he will be hit by you." ”

Yan Qingrui was speechless, this monk still stinks and wants to save face, but if she doesn't believe it at all in her heart, that's not necessarily true, after all, this monk has always been looking for her accurately, and when she was in Bodhi Temple, she knew that she was not the original body, and now she is even more told about the fact of crossing, and the child on the balcony on the 26th floor.

Yan Qingrui said disdainfully: "I can defeat you without internal force, what is the use of internal force? You have been dead for five hundred years, and you can't let go of a broken sword, or are you a monk, and the four are empty?

Dead for 500 years? Why is this so strange, and who is standing in front of him alive now?

Is there really a past life and this life in this world? If a person carries the memories of ten lifetimes, is it not insane?

Zhen Zidemon said: "How can it be the same? Five hundred years ago, this sword was forged for you!" He scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "It's just that this casting time is a little longer, and your life is a little shorter, before the sword is cast, you will return to the west, otherwise the sword would have been given to you back then, why should it fall into the hands of outsiders today?"

Yan Qingrui felt that the more the monk talked, the more outrageous it became, and teased: "You forged a sword for me back then? The sword became and I died first, so you also jumped into the sword furnace and died? Are you martyred? Do you want to tell me that I was your lover five hundred years ago, and you are for me, so you are reincarnated from generation to generation?"