Every day, Yan Bupo would look at him with eager eyes and ask softly: "Brother Zeshi, do you remember anything?" ”

Yan Bupo's body didn't have any temperature at all, it was as cold as an ice cube.

In fact, he is not alive.

At the beginning, Zhiyan tried his best to kill him, but he didn't give him half a way to live, if it wasn't for Yan Bupo's preparations, I am afraid that his soul would be scattered.

Now, he's just barely surviving.

Yan Bupo's eyes were eager, but Zunshang was still silent and didn't say a word.

What he could recall, Zhiyan's memories became more and more.

Most of the beginnings were with her.

At that time, the time was as clean as thousands of clouds, coming and going in a hurry, and all that was left was the softness and love that made people feel at ease.

Slowly, when it came to the future, more of what appeared in the memory became Yan Bupo.

Zhiyan has no immortal bones and spiritual veins, and his realm has fallen all the way, and Yan Bupo has become the best knife in his hand.

He has done a lot of things for him, he can see people, and he can't see people.

No matter what he says, as long as Zhiyan says it, he will do it.

Until the heaven and earth were about to collapse, Zhiyan asked him to leave the altar, but Yan Bupo knelt in front of him, refusing to retreat.

"Isn't there a shortage of people to sacrifice to the sky, do you think I can do it?" Yan Bupo asked.

Zhiyan didn't answer.

Of course not, he is a natural spirit, the son of heaven and earth, and only when he digs out his heart and drains the blood on his body can he fill the gap between heaven and earth.

Yan Bupo is not.

The chaotic memories crowded into Zunshang's mind, making him feel that he was sometimes the president of the Zun Group, and sometimes, he was Zhiyan.

That mechanism was exhausted, and he walked up to the altar step by step, and finally didn't forget to destroy the knife that others couldn't control.

Yan Bupo sensed a more and more familiar aura in him, and he became more and more gentle towards him.

Zun Shang is silent every day.

When the first snow began to fall on the beach, half of Zunshang's body had already been replaced with Zhiyan's soul.

The soul of a monk is still strong even after thousands of years.

Finally one day, when Yan Bupo was holding a dagger and wanted to continue to cut his body and exchange Zhiyan's soul into it, "Zunshang" held his wrist.

The eyes that belonged to Zhiyan looked at him quietly and called his name: "Don't break." ”

Yan Bupo was stunned, and then ecstatic.

"Brother Zeshi......"

Before the words fell, Yan Bupo's hand was empty, and the pure white dagger fell into the hands of the "Zun Shang".

He didn't hesitate to stab Yan Bupo's chest.

Yan Bupo lowered his head and looked at the dagger on his chest.

This dagger is called Streamer, it was given to him by Zhiyan when Yan Bupo first entered the Zhongdui Tower, and it was also the one that Zhiyan used when he killed him later.

The streamer is just a slightly sharp dagger for ordinary people, but for monks, this dagger is a sharp blade that can hurt the soul.

Yan Bupo's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he reached out to hold his hand.

"Brother Zeshi, you're back."

He said this in a cheerful tone, as if he had not noticed the dagger on his chest in the slightest.

At this moment, there was a "bang", and the wall was broken from the outside.

At the door, a person wearing a T-shirt and shorts with a heavy knife in her hand looked at the scene in the room with a blank face, her body covered in blood and a pair of eyes with anger.

Then, the heavy knife is swung!