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Since this person can inhabit my brain, it means that he, like the ancestor of the Qiu family, has magical superpowers.

Not only that, but he seems to know everything about me, knowing that my blood can save the white chicken, and he also knows how to use my blood to start the pathfinding journey of the Darkiron Short Knife.

It can be said that the relationship between him and me is like the relationship between Qiushui and the ancestors of the Qiu family.

I wasn't sure if Akimizu and Aoko could hear him, so I asked, "Did you hear anything?" ”

Qingzi sneered, her face was extremely desolate, and she stared at me in a daze for a long time before she muttered, "It's the swordsman, he's here to end us." ”

"Do you know a swordsman?" I couldn't help but wonder.

"If I don't know each other, don't you know each other?" At this time, Qingzi completely lost his previous sharpness, and it looked a little sluggish. "The appearance of a swordsman means the end of everything."

For a while, I couldn't judge the truth of the matter. The swordsman once instructed me to go out with his statue. But if we are going to end us, why bother saying such a sentence in one more move?

"Senpai!" I wondered, "Who the hell are you?" ”

The swordsman in the void laughed heartily a few times and said, "I am nothing, I am your mind. ”

"......" I was speechless.

If the swordsman is the product of someone's mind, I can understand that. But we are three people at this time, and it is impossible for all three of us to have the same mind. Why is the same pattern derived?

"Don't be so high-sounding, like you're some kind of savior." At this time, Qiushui said disdainfully. "People who always make excuses for their mistakes are not worthy of respect."

"Oh?" The swordsman's voice suddenly became surprised, and he asked, "So, you don't agree with me!" ”

"Agree with you?" With a sneer, Qiushui didn't speak again, but I could clearly see the depth in his eyes, as well as a touch of sadness.

It wasn't until this moment that I realized that Qiushui's life was sad. He may have known from the beginning that his mission was to die, and he had no ability to fight back, so he could only blindly move forward.

Although judging from the current situation, I can't escape such a fate, but at least in these years, I have lived a very simple life and have not been troubled by this so-called fate.

In contrast, I am probably much luckier.

I went over and patted Qiushui on the shoulder, signaled him not to be sad, and said, "Brother, you still have me." ”

Qiushui smiled indifferently, as if everything was relieved. "I know."

"It's really gratifying to see you so much for each other. However, fate is destiny, and no one can change it. When I created you, I knew what we are going to be. ”

The swordsman's voice was not loud, but it was loud. After he finished speaking, Qingzi's body turned away, turned into a green dragon, and roared into the void.

Qingzi is a real thing after all, and the swordsman is in the void, as long as he doesn't show up, Qingzi's roar is equivalent to farting for him. But in my opinion, even if he shows up, Qingzi or me and Qiushui still can't hurt him.

"You're so naïve!" The swordsman let out a faint sound, and his figure immediately stepped out of the air at a height of about three meters, as if he had turned into a delicate young man. An otherworldly temperament burst out from his body, like an immortal. "In my opinion, you are nothing more than an ant, what right do you have to fight me?"

The swordsman's momentum is very strong, as if he is the creator, and when facing us, that lofty posture is even full.

Seeing him, Qiushui was slightly stunned, immediately took a deep breath, and then muttered to himself.

I couldn't make out what he was saying, but he was sweating from his forehead as he spoke, and he seemed to be struggling.

"Senior, I want to know, what's going on?"

Death may be a destination, but I still wonder if I deserved it.

"See?" The swordsman flicked his hand, and his robe immediately drew a graceful arc. "It's an eternal space."

"Is there eternity in the world?"

Eternal life is just a concept for me, and I have never been convinced, let alone eternal. Everything in nature follows the rules of birth, old age, sickness and death, and there have never been exceptions. Eternal life or eternity is itself an imaginary scenario.

"Isn't me, or you, the best example of this? For thousands of years, we have lived in different ways, and although we sometimes lose ourselves, the essence never changes. This is eternity! ”

I listened to this and wanted to laugh. If Qingzi had lived for a thousand years, I would have been skeptical. But if Qiushui and I are also thousand-year-old demons, this is a bit ridiculous and generous.

We are obviously flesh-and-blood people, and what we have experienced and can remember is only the time of more than 20 years. If this is also eternal life, then it is a bit of a child's play.

"Before I took a sword, I was a swordsman. One day, on a whim, I created a short knife, so I gave it the name Dark Iron Short Knife. During a fight, I accidentally lost the dagger, and three years later, it was in this place that I saw the dagger again. ”

"You're ridiculous." When the swordsman said this, Qiushui responded coldly, very disdainful.

However, his reaction did not arouse the swordsman's interest, but instead served as a catalyst to increase the swordsman's enthusiasm for speaking.

"Three years after the loss of the Xuantie Short Knife, a lot has changed, and I even found the sword soul on its body. I couldn't find out why, so I went to ask a monk who had attained enlightenment, and the monk told me that all this was due to a certain opportunity. ”

"I searched for many years on my own, and finally discovered the cause of the sword soul, so I came back here again. After 30 years of hard work, I finally built this place into a tomb. It can be said that this is a long-term residence that I built for myself, and unfortunately, it ended up being someone else's wedding dress. ”

The swordsman sighed, glanced at Qiushui lightly, and then shook his hand, and a yin wind rose on the ground. The wind rises and falls, but it is just a breath of time, but the powerful deterrent force still makes Qiushui startled suddenly.

But for provocation, Qiushui has never been afraid. I saw someone else jump, and immediately soared in front of the swordsman: "You are enough." ”

"Enough? How can it? If it weren't for you, why would the world be like this today? The swordsman gritted his teeth, and seemed to have endless hatred for Qiushui.