When Ling Xue woke up, she found that she was no longer by the lake, looking at the surrounding scenery, it didn't look like she was in a carriage, but like she was in a village house, Jiang Xing was far from being in the house, but she didn't know where she went.

After reluctantly sitting up, she found that countless fragmentary memories came one after another, she saw the memories of the various stages that originally belonged to the host, saw the host's miserable life in the family, and also saw Ling Xue's helpless memories under the bullying of several brothers whose cultivation was much higher than her before she finally fainted.

Like a rewind, countless memories shuttled through Ling Xue's mind, and even her emotions were seriously affected by these memories.

Ling Xue's face always showed an expression of pain or happiness or sadness, the expression changed so quickly, it was really like turning a book, if Jiang Xingyuan was present at this time, he would have to faint in fright.

In this way, the memories of the two lives were mixed together in Ling Xue's mind, entangled with each other, and mixed together, his head was full of chaos, and countless nerves were frantically tearing, breaking and reuniting.

Headache!

"Who the hell am I, am I a man or a woman?!"

Ling Xue's slender jade hands grabbed her forehead fiercely, the chaotic memories of the two lives had made her almost lost, but at this time, an extra ancient sword beside the bed suddenly emitted a black light, and one after another flew into Ling Xue's body.

In the image world in Ling Xue's memory, it seemed that there was suddenly a demonic powerful ancient sword lying in the middle, and there were drops of blood dripping on the blade, each drop of blood seemed to contain endless energy, falling to the ground, and the entire memory image world was shaking the ground, I don't know where this powerful blood was, and a drop of blood was so powerful!

The ancient sword was inserted in the scabbard, and the whole sword exuded a terrifying and amazing aura, suppressing everything!

This ancient sword, Ling Xue faintly felt that it seemed to have a somewhat familiar feeling......

It is these terrifying breaths that completely separate the memories of the past life from the present life, forming two clusters of light in the sea of knowledge, one is a deep blue, and the other is a bewitching pink.

And at this moment, Ling Xue finally came to her senses.

"I'm Xue Ling! Not Ling Xue! I'm a man!"

Panting for breath, but he was already soaked with fragrant sweat, Ling Xue's heart was beating wildly, if he had been lost in the memories of two lives, and now sitting here, he would really not be himself anymore, in that case, he would be no different from death.

This was the second time since the earthquake that Ling Xue felt the breath of death so close.

The feeling makes my scalp tingle and my whole body tremble.

At this time, I smelled the girl's fragrance emanating from my body, and after the crisis of life and death, it seemed to be a different kind of fragrance.

Ling Xue was slightly relieved, she had never been in close contact with a woman in her previous life, and now she smelled the fragrance on her body, she could be regarded as understanding the meaning of "Gentle Township, Hero's Tomb".

"However, what ......is the ancient sword in my mind just now?"

looked around, but inadvertently saw the ancient sword beside the bed, Ling Xue was stunned.

This sword is the ancient sword called Po Jun worshiped in the ancestral hall of her previous life, and it has been used to suppress the demons of the eight directions at home, it is said that this sword is extremely sharp, and it can see blood and seal the throat, but if it is not a person who is destined, it cannot make the ancient sword out of the sheath!

When Xue Ling was in junior high school, when his parents were still in harmony, he secretly tried to pull the ancient sword out of the scabbard, but he was shocked to find that the ancient sword seemed to have taken root in the scabbard, even if he used up his strength to eat, he still couldn't make the blade of the ancient sword of the broken army move out even a bit!

The weapon that should not have appeared in this world was now in front of her, such a strange situation made Ling Xue gasp, this matter was revealed everywhere, and even in connection with the earthquake she encountered in the ancestral hall before, she even had a faint feeling that she was trapped in the huge conspiracy chessboard that had been weaved.

The ancient sword scabbard was depicted with pictures of various gods and demons, and it seemed that there was nothing in the previous life, but in this life, at this moment, Ling Xue looked at it, but it felt as if every god and demon had come to life, they were howling in pain in the hell depicted in the scabbard, seeing their hideous eyes, Ling Xue felt a little palpitations inexplicably.

Inside the scabbard, there are mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, as well as countless white bones!

He also recalled the powerful ancient sword in his sea of knowledge that spread the memories of the two worlds, and this ancient sword was far more simple than he imagined.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Xue, who had just experienced a life-and-death crisis, was clouded with a layer of gloom on her slightly relaxed heart at this moment.

At this time, Jiang Xingyuan staggered in, and at a glance, he saw that Ling Xue had woken up at this time, and was sitting on the bunk, the wrinkles on his face suddenly stretched, and the steps that walked in were a little brisk, and he said happily: "Miss, you can be regarded as awake!"

Walking in and taking a look, he found that Ling Xue's forehead was covered with sweat stains at this time, her delicate face was weak and white at this time, and crystal beads of sweat fell down along her chin like rain, which made Jiang Xingyuan's heart feel even more distressed, and at the same time, he hated the Ling family even more.

"Miss, why are you sweating so much, come and let me wipe you, but don't catch a cold. ”

As he spoke, Jiang Xingyuan put down the aya luo he was holding, picked up a towel on the table, and gently wiped it for Ling Xue without saying anything.

Through the sunlight projected by the window next to the bed, Ling Xue saw Jiang Xingyuan's old face close at hand under the dappled light and shadow, and the deep calf licking affection revealed in her cloudy eyes, and unconsciously, she felt the heartstrings in her heart that had not been shaken for a long time move slightly.

Now that he has the original memory of the host, coupled with Jiang Xingyuan's meticulous care at the moment, it has made Ling Xue's strangeness to Jiang Xingyuan change from the strangeness he was when he first came to the cordial now.

Even, suddenly had the illusion that Jiang Xingyuan was her grandfather.

After junior high school, Xue Ling's parents often quarreled over various problems, which later intensified.

His father brought Xiao San to the house before he even divorced, and the young Xue Ling's angry eyes were fixed on his father, his father didn't care, and shoved a handful of pocket money into Xue Ling's hand, indifferently telling him, "Go, go out and play, Lao Tzu still has something to do."

In the end, sure enough, his parents divorced, his mother never came to see Xue Ling again, and his father almost didn't live in the ancestral house except for giving Xue Ling some pocket money, and he was at ease outside all day long.

Speaking of which, Xue Ling also lived alone for a long time in his previous life.

Seeing so many silk satins of various colors on Jiang Xingyuan's table, Ling Xue's eyes showed doubts, and said, "What does Old Jiang mean by having so many fabrics on his hands?"

"The old slave knows that the young lady has always loved beauty, and now although she has lost her memory, she expects that there will be no mistakes. So I went to the carriage and brought these decorations of the women's boudoir, and the young lady rested for a while, and I went to put them in place. ”

As he spoke, Jiang Xingyuan had already wiped the sweat stains on Ling Xue's face, and without waiting for Ling Xue to speak, he stood up, walked to the windowsill, and began to decorate those various colors of silk in earnest.

Ling Xue is no longer the original Ling Xue, she has no feeling for the things that these women love, and even when she thinks that the simple room is about to become a girl's boudoir, she can't help but feel a deep sense of shame in her heart, and she wants to open her mouth to stop Jiang Xingyuan.

However, as soon as he raised his hand and wanted to shout to stop, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Xingyuan's serious and meticulous movements when he arranged the room, and Ling Xue was slightly stunned.

Every time Jiang Xingyuan hung a decorative ayaluo, he was like treating the most precious work of art, constantly making comparisons, for fear of deviating from the slightest, and his cloudy eyes seemed so focused at the moment.

Ling Xue stared blankly at this scene.

When she saw the satisfied smile that floated on the corners of her slightly wrinkled mouth after Jiang Xingyuan hung up a silk line, for some reason, Ling Xue exhaled softly and finally put down her hand gently.

"Jiang Lao...... Where is this?"

I opened my mouth, but I still didn't say the "stop" that I wanted to say.