Although he couldn't read Yao Qing's heart, across the wall, Jin Chen clearly heard Yao Qing's self-talk just now.

It turned out that she didn't know why the tears came from.

Past and present lives do exist. But in her previous life, there was indeed no him.

She went through the ninth life to the present, and they met for the first time.

Strange indeed.

He and her, a god and a mortal, who have not been related for thousands of years, why would there be such an unbelievable connection.

Thinking of this, Jin Chen's purple eyes flashed again as he stared at Yao Qing, and the purple color became even more intense.

Still won't work.

No matter how many times he tried, even if his mana was restored, he still couldn't see what Yao Qing's next life would be and where it would be.

In this way, Jin Chen was a little uneasy. Growing uneasiness.

If his Heavenly Eye was not mistaken, if Yao Qing really did not have an afterlife, if he had not recovered all his mana before she was twenty-four years old and could not change her life, it would mean that this was her last life.

In this life, after the fragrance disappeared, she disappeared, and there was no trace of her.

Jin Chen clenched his palms.

Over the past thousand years, he has personally selected emperors, generals, and disciples in the world, including men, women, old and young, but no mortal has ever been able to make him care, or even reluctant.

It's because she's so special.

The only mortal who has been able to influence the gods for thousands of years.

I don't know if it's his fixed number or a variable.

If so, why?

If it is variable, what will become of him or her?

Now it seems that whether it is fixed or changed, only when he recovers all his mana can he change her life.

There should only be one opportunity left.

With just one step, he can recover all his mana, and he can reverse the situation and turn the stars.

But where is the final step?

His breath, her tears, and her blood, he had already stained it. Could it be...... Her life?!

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A quiet house a few hundred kilometers away from the imperial capital.

A nondescript car drove up and stopped outside the gate of the house.

Walked down a young woman, wearing sunglasses and a scarf, almost covering her entire face, and her true face could not be seen.

The woman walked to the door of the house and rang the doorbell.

After a while, a voice came from the intercom at the door.

"Who?"

"Hello. The woman's voice was very respectful, "I'm coming to the master." I made an appointment a few days ago. ”

The other person spoke very simply, "Name?"

The woman paused, looked around cautiously again, made sure that no one was following, and replied softly, "Shen Qiuyun." ”

The other party did not speak again.

After a while, the door opened.

A plainly dressed man walked out and said to Shen Qiuyun with an expressionless face, "Miss Shen, please come with me." ”

Shen Qiuyun clasped his hands together, "I'm tired." ”

The house is very large, antique garden style. And every furnishing here, whether it is the position or the pattern, is extremely exquisite. The porcelain antiques placed in the room are also rare treasures.

It can be seen that the owner of this house is by no means ordinary. It can also be seen that this master, although he seems to be low-key, is also an arrogant person.

Bypassing a pond and walking to a door, the man said, "Miss Shen, the master is waiting for you inside." ”

"Okay, thank you. Shen Qiuyun still froze, and immediately took out a big red envelope from his bag and handed it over.

Looking at the thickness of this red envelope, there is a lot of cash in it.