A farewell to the years. It has been 500 years since I last saw Zhao Xijia. Within 500 years, the world was peaceful. The wars of the past, the plague that ate people and did not pay for their lives in the past have passed, five hundred years is a short and long time, the earth has regained its vitality, and even Nanqi Xunxiao is so happy.

The Prophetic Settlement, the joy of pushing the cup and changing the lamp. Feasting, freedom, chatting. At this banquet, Duanmu Qi'an was also invited, after all, the Duanmu clan is also close to the prophecy clan. Banquet, drunk, for Duanmu Qi'an. When you are drunk, you want to get up and walk around to sober up. turned the corner, but saw Meng Qi Youfeng and Nanqi Xunxiao.

They were also a little drunk, Meng Qi Youfeng couldn't stand the test of wine, and had already begun to talk nonsense: "Brother Nanqi, I'...... I think...... I want to be obsessed with you forever, since I was a child, I don't dare to laugh more, I'm afraid that some people will say that the pride of the prophetic clan loves to laugh and is unreliable, but I, indeed, the prophecy is accurate, five hundred years ago, I counted myself, said that one day, I will ...... Yes...... I'm going to kill you, Brother Nanqi, I can't bear you......" After speaking, he cried like a child.

Nanqi Xunxiao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled, "How could it be, how could you kill me, maybe you were mistaken, right?" Even if you really want to kill me, I will cut you with a thousand knives. Don't cry, big man, cry like a little girl, I don't like it. Meng Qi Youfeng panicked and immediately stopped, "Then I won't cry, don't cry......"

After saying these two sentences in a daze, he got drunk. Sure enough, I can't test the wine. Nanqi Xunxiao helped Meng Qi Youfeng to leave, but it added sadness to the people watching on the sidelines. Five hundred years have passed, and it's time for you to come back......

It was another night of solitary drunkenness.

In the deserted grave, in a corner, the inconspicuous grave was slightly loosened. After a while, a hand was stretched out! That's right, this is Zhao Xijia's grave, the grave that was spelled.

That hand seemed so pale and weak, and it was this pale and weak hand that jumped out of the ground with a strong force. It's good that there is no one, otherwise you will have to cheat the corpse.

His past life has not been forgotten. He also remembers cutting his wrists for a man. Even now, he has no regrets, because that is the person he loves.

He was covered in mud, and he did not tremble, but got up and walked forward. What is so anxious? What else can you do besides going to see Duanmu Qi'an? He didn't know why he was reincarnated in advance, and he was still a teenager, did Duanmu Qi'an's fool do something? You have to ask.

As I walked, I looked at my wrist, but I found a scar that would always be there. But Zhao Xijia just smiled, after all, this body was given by Duanmu Qi'an, what about leaving a scar for him?

He didn't want to see his own father. Everything from the previous life is still in my heart, and I remember it firmly. , he will not forget who the terrible dreams of his childhood originated from. I miss my mother a little, so I'll go back and see it later.

I stumbled step by step, I hadn't walked for a long time, and I forgot how to walk. Zhao Xijia came first after all, it was Duanmu Mansion. His face was covered with dirt, and the people didn't recognize him, but only shouted at him to get out. He was not discouraged, and his subordinates pushed him down, and he didn't use force, he just said: "I'm Zhao Xijia, the Zhao Xijia who is very close to Qi An is me." Just when they were at a loss, the people in the street were clamoring to go in the same direction. What are they going to do? Zhao Xijia followed curiously. But I saw Mu Qi'an at the front of the Zhao Mansion in the past. Zhao Xijia was about to run over excitedly, when suddenly, Duanmu Qi'an assassinated the only mother in the family who was good to him with a sword.

At that moment, Zhao Xijia was stunned, how could it be? How could Duanmu Qi'an kill his mother? No, it won't, he must have read it wrong. Zhao Xijia rubbed his eyes, but found that Duanmu Qi'an had already seen him. Duanmu Qi'an smiled slightly, warming the cold ocean in his heart, and the next sentence made him even more fascinated, "Xi Jia, you are finally back." ”