Chapter Eighty-Eight—The Loneliness That No One Understands

The next day, Xie Yubai woke up with a hangover and was furious when he learned about it. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But he was too young after all.

In the night when he was hungover, Xie Zhen was like a butcher's knife swinged, carrying out a bloody cleansing of Xie Jiashan's lineage, and all those related to Xie Yubai and the assassination of Xu Yan were all killed in the night.

When Xie Yubai woke up, it was already the wind and clouds that had passed, and the sky was clear after the rain.

And Xie Yubai also went to visit Xu Yan immediately, but found that Xu Yan had already woken up, but he waved his hand to him with a little pale face: "Yo." 」

Xie Yubai was also a little speechless, how could this guy still be so relaxed: "Brother Xu, are you okay?"

"As far as a few broken ribs are concerned, fortunately, your Xie family is deep enough and has superb medical skills. Otherwise, I'll have to stay at your house for months longer. 」

Xie Yubai sat down and looked at Xu Yan with a strange gaze: "I've heard my father say that you, Brother Xu, how did you do it?"

Xu Yan sighed, and then took out an object from his chest with difficulty, which was exactly the same as the one that was stabbed in Xie Junhao's abdomen yesterday: "Your family gave me the treasure of the old ghost, although I can't recuperate and move, but I still have some hands and feet. 」

"I removed all the aura connections of the old ghost in that treasure, leaving only the power of the old ghost that had been accumulated in it. It's just that without the nourished treasure, it's just rootless water, and one day it will dissipate all the grain power and become a waste. 」

"I broke the cane into five pieces and sealed it with fire. This will keep the texture for a little longer, but it can only be used as a one-time item. After using it, the texture power of that piece of the treasure can no longer be used. 」

Bai Yun and Zuo Chengzhe on the side looked at each other when they heard this, both of them had mysterious origins and deep backgrounds, but the use of treasures in Xu Yan's mouth made them sweat on their foreheads.

Because they had never heard of a treasure being used like this.

Generally, in the world of the tattoo master, the tattoo master's exclusive treasure can no longer be used even if it is stolen or the tattoo artist dies. And the twelve-year-old child in front of him is here to talk about how to waste the exclusive treasure that has lost the warmth of the tattoo master.

No wonder he locked himself in the forge room for a month and didn't come out.

They all felt that one head was starting to be insufficient.

............

"That's not what I'm asking. Xie Yubai shook his head: "Under the attack and killing of a Second House Tattooer, there was no nervousness or panic. If it were me, even if I had the same treasure, I would definitely not be able to react. 」

"What I'm asking is that Brother Xu is young, but he has a heart and mind that is not unfazed in the face of great terror. How does that work?"

Xu Yan was stunned when he heard this, remembered the moment when he was killed in the previous life, and then grinned: "Believe me, I have seen your eldest brother in a bigger scene than this. 」

............

In the south, the Southern Imperial City is full of Qing Palace.

Spring goes to winter, and this place is like the strange place in the north, the Four Seasons Mountain.

The four seasons have lost their meaning here, and the various patterns in the four seasons can be seen everywhere here.

A teenager sat on the grass in a daze, his hands subconsciously carving something.

His movements were very flexible, which was the abrupt opposite of his blank expression.

"Brother Qianji!" A cheerful voice rang out, like a bird in the Imperial Garden.

The young man's gaze gradually regained his strength, and he subconsciously looked at his hands, only to find that in his hands, there was a strange-shaped mask. He secretly smiled bitterly, he had always ignored external objects, but he didn't expect that in his last life, he let the only relative enter his heart and linger.

He lowered his mask and looked ahead.

I saw a young girl holding a plate in her hand and running quickly.

The young man looked handsome, but his attitude was unusually old, and he shook his head and said, "Mingxin, you are also a daughter, what do you look like like this. 」

This girl is none other than Lan Mingxin.

Two years have passed, but Lan Mingxin has not changed much, he is taller, and under the care of the palace, he does not look as thin as before, and the whole person is healthy. Although she is not beautiful in appearance, just like her mother, there is always a strange affinity.

"Brother Qianji, come and eat. This is a new candy for my research!"

The young man was the reincarnated Jin Qianji, and the corners of his forehead were sweating: "Why do you always treat me as a white mouse, what was that plate that time...... Deep-fried Tranquility Grass...... It almost didn't make me diarrhea for a few days and nights......

Lan Mingxin didn't speak, just looked at him with teary eyes: "Don't you really eat it......

Jin Qianji was looked at by this kind of look and surrendered: "Okay, okay, don't use this trick again, eat and eat, I won't eat it." 」

Lan Mingxin's fox-like eyes were full of tears, where was that pitiful feeling: "Hurry up, hurry up, eat and see!"

Jin Qianji squinted at the sky and looked at the things on the plate.

The colorful beads are like snakes and scorpions in Jin Qianji's eyes.

Grunt.

He swallowed his saliva, picked one up with his right thumb and forefinger, and pinched his nose with his left......

"Huh?" Jin Qianji's eyes lit up, "It's pretty good." 」

Lan Mingxin laughed, and the little fox-like eyes blinked: "This is natural!"

Jin Qianji picked one up again and put it in his mouth, only to feel that the bead was sweet in his mouth, and it would explode in his mouth, and a fruity aroma that filled his mouth made him intoxicated: "Mingxin, what is this?"

Lan Mingxin coughed twice, but there was a look of pride on his little face: "This is made by me from the seeds of the fallen fruit that are not yet fully ripe, and then seasoned with honey, mint grass and other spices. 」

"Because the unripe fruit seeds have the property of bursting when the fruit is pressed. As soon as you put it in your mouth and chew it, the fruity aroma inside will burst. Add spices to the flavor, and then further compress and enhance its fruity aroma!"

Lan Mingxin made a victory gesture to Jin Qianji, and said loudly, "This is my new dish [Sweet Bomb]!"

「............」

After a long time, Lan Mingxin found that Jin Qianji didn't pay attention to her at all, but kept eating the food on the plate and shouted, "Hey, you can save some! Uncle Jin hasn't eaten yet!"

"Oh. Jin Qianji stopped and choked: "Not bad, yes, if you use it as a drink, it should be delicious." 」

Lan Mingxin smiled again: "Yes, Brother Xu tastes wine, this is exactly what will be used for Brother Xu's snacks in the future." Speaking of this, her face showed a blankness: "I haven't seen Brother Xu for a long time, I miss him so much." 」

Jin Qianji didn't have any reaction to Lan Mingxin's words, but in fact, when Lan Mingxin chatted with him, he always mentioned Xu Yan in a few words, and two years later, he had already heard numbness.

"Fortunately, Brother Qianji, you are here to accompany me, Brother Qianji, you look quite similar to Brother Xu. Lan Mingxin looked at Jin Qianji and said this again.

One day, when Jin Xing heard Lan Mingxin's words, he thought that Lan Mingxin's eyes were broken.

Because there is no similarity between Xu Yan and Jin Qianji.

Lan Mingxin said to himself, "Your eyes are very similar. 」

After Jin Qianji finished eating, he took out the wooden block again and carved something, and echoed casually: "Oh?"

"Your eyes are full of ...... Aloneness. What a lonely feeling. It's as if no one in the whole world will understand your loneliness. 」

When Jin Qianji heard this, his face was calm.

Of course, no one can understand me, but where in the world can anyone understand what it's like to travel to another world?