Yin Tianji's tone paused, put down his hand, and his tone was extremely low: "Maybe...... Killed by my father......"

Speaking of this, Yin Tianji's face was deeply apologetic.

Yin Wushuang closed the jade, his eyes were in a trance, and his heart was like numbness.

Twelve years ago in the Earth Huaxia Cultivation Realm, the five-year-old Yin Wushuang and the newborn Yin Wuchen were taken away by Yin Sen, Yin Changfeng and Feng Chengcheng disappeared, and Jiang Jin disappeared.

When he was five years old in the Qiankun Continent, he and a few months old Wuchen, in the depths of the paradise mountain, the most loyal guard by his side was called Jiang Jin.

Why do these two timelines coincide so well?

What does Jiang Jin in the cultivation realm have to do with Uncle Jiang in the Qiankun Continent?

Alone?

No, if Jiang Jin and Uncle Jiang are the same, then what is the matter between her and the original owner of this body, Yin Wushuang, Wuchen and Yin Wuchen?

If Jiang Jin had only one, Yin Wushuang and Yin Wuchen, there should also be only one, not two Yin Wushuang and two Yin Wuchen.

If it is a coincidence, Jiang Jin is Jiang Jin, and Uncle Jiang is Uncle Jiang, and the common denominator between the two is more and the same person.

Yin Wushuang felt that he had fallen into a strange circle, lost in a labyrinth, and no matter how he went, it was not the right path.

This night, Yin Wushuang had a nightmare.

She dreamed of the tragic death of the maid and the guard, the dream of Uncle Jiang being covered in bruises and dying, the fire soaring into the sky, and the river of blood flowing.

She hides in the corner like a rat with dustlessness.

On winter nights, she almost froze to death.

I don't know how long it took, she felt very warm, opened her eyes, and vaguely saw a fire, next to the fire, a man and a woman sitting.

"Look, our daughter is awake." The female voice is so gentle.

"Just call her Wushuang, just like you, unparalleled in the world." The man's voice was soulful.

"Good, Wushuang, Yin Wushuang."

"Then you will give me another son! The son's name is dustless, Yin Wuchen! ”

Yin Wushuang struggled to open her eyes, she wanted to see who the person in front of her was, but she could only see a vague shadow.

You, who are you...... Yin Changfeng? Feng Tilt City?

"Wow-"

What is the voice of a baby that comes out of my mouth?

Yin Wushuang stretched out his hand, but he could only see a small, fleshy arm, like a baby.

It's -

Rumble!

The flames burst into flames, enveloping her.

"Wushuang!"

It's so hot, it hurts, who's calling her.

"Wushuang, wake up!"

Someone seemed to have been pushed on the shoulder, and Yin Wushuang opened his eyes violently, waking up from the nightmare.

The back, the forehead, was full of cold sweat.

There was worry in Jun Shang's evil ink eyes, so he let Yin Wushuang lean into his arms, brought a cup of hot water and handed it to her, and asked, "How did you have a nightmare?" ”

Yin Wushuang, who had not yet recovered from the afterglow of the nightmare, blinked, took the water glass, moistened his throat, and shook his head: "It may be that the past two days have been too busy. ”

Hearing this, distress flashed through Jun Shang's evil eyes, he wiped the cold sweat from Yin Wushuang's forehead, and wrapped the two of them with gentle spiritual power.

This spiritual power condensed and calmed the soul, and Yin Wushuang soon felt sleepy.

Before going to sleep, Yin Wushuang was thinking.

The parents of Yin Wushuang and Yin Wuchen in this world are Yin Changfeng and Feng Chengcheng.

Who are the Qiankun Continent's self and dustless parents?

The next day, it was cloudy.

It's the end of August, and it's autumn.

The bleak fallen leaves are accompanied by heavy dark clouds, which makes people feel a little lonely for no reason.

As soon as Yin Wushuang finished washing, a servant girl came to report: "Sect Master Yin, the dean of the Sheng Immortal League asks to see!" ”