Crash...... Crash......

A small fishing boat passed by the Wuzhang River, with wind lanterns hanging on the bow, and the light and shadow swayed in circles with the ripples of the water waves.

In the silence, it seems that the voice of the ship's lady can still be heard loudly reprimanding her husband.

Xin Yi and Fu Jiuqu sat in the shadow of the embankment on the bank for a long time.

The water is rolling and the waves are on the riverbed.

Xin Yi clasped his hands on his knees and watched the small fishing boat go away.

"Why don't you speak?" She looked sideways at Fu Jiuqu.

Fu Jiuqu's eyes were dark, and there was a faint light and shadow reflected in his pupils.

"Your analysis sounds plausible at first glance, but when you think about it, it's not without holes."

Xin Yi hooked his lips, "I want to hear Brother Jiu's opinion."

Fu Jiuqu's gaze retracted from afar, and his eyes were dark.

"If Gao Minglou didn't have a disguise, he could have acted uprightly. Why kill eighty-three people, leave a flaw, and give people a handle? Why bother trying to destroy the old wounds on your body? Unless ......"

He paused, his tone eerie and dark.

"The face is Gao Minglou's face, and the body is Nong Zhigao's body."

「……」

"Eleven, in your world, can you change your head and live?"

Xin Yi didn't speak for a long time.

In principle, it is possible, biotechnology has reached the point of the transfer of spiritual bodies, what is the point of changing heads? For a long time, the difficulty of life continuation lies in "consciousness", it is easy to change heads, is consciousness still the consciousness of that person?

But what if the spirit body is transferred to the dimension of the game, and the game character itself is just data?

A gust of river wind blew, Xin Yi's body shrank for a moment, and there seemed to be a large net of heaven spread out in front of her, opening in the dark and silent, stimulating her heavenly spirit cover.

"It's really not a technical problem."

It can be done from the dead and back to life, but what is the technical problem of changing heads?

Tonight's Wuzhang River seems to be sleepless, and in the sound of water waves, Xin Yi and Fu Jiuqu said a lot of things related to "Bianjing Fu".

The current Fu Jiuqu is not the mad scientist son of Fu Dong who is lying in the biological cabin like a living dead, but the danger that Xin Yi feels tells her that the opponent is standing at the forefront of science and technology in a higher dimension than her, and it is not a problem that she can solve as an ordinary doctor.

She tried to awaken Fu Jiuqu's sleeping spirit body, and wanted the mad scientist Fu Jiuqu to save the king of Guangling County in this dark world......

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The night was getting deeper.

The stars sank into the Milky Way, and the lights on the streets went out one by one.

When Xin Yi had enough trouble outside and was crazy enough, Fu Jiuqu dragged her hand and walked to the foot shop with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Climbing over the fence and then climbing to the second floor, these are all pieces of cake for Fu Jiuqu, Xin Yi was held in his arms to experience the special effects of a flying eaves and walking on the wall, full of excitement, but when he stepped on the small stool by the window when he entered the house, he stumbled and almost fell.

Fu Jiuqu quickly supported her, "Be careful."

Xin Yi stood firm, smiled at him, pulled the tent and began to change clothes.

The lights were shining, and the foot shop was silent.

Fu Jiuqu walked over without squinting and stirred up the wick, and in this humid atmosphere that seemed to carry the river water, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly spoke.

"Two worlds, choose one, which one will you choose?"

Xin Yi looked up.

Fu Jiuqu turned his back to her, his thin and straight back swayed slightly from his slow movement to provoke the wick, making his careless words seem particularly deliberate.

"Why do you ask?"

Xin Yi tightened the ribbon, pulled up his coat, and walked behind him with a light smile.

"Of course I'm the ...... There's a place for you."

Fu Jiuqu turned his head and took her hand in his palm, "I will live well, for you."

"Hmm." Xin Yi smiled calmly and looked at him motionlessly.

A gentle light shrouded in Fu Jiuqu's face

, his eyelashes move slightly, and the high bridge of his nose falls a delicate shadow, like the most perfect painting by a famous artist.

"Eleven."

Fu Jiuqu was caught off guard and hugged her into his arms.

Xin Yi nestled in front of him, feeling his strong heartbeat, and heard his low voice as his arms clenched hard.

"I...... How much longer?"

Xin Yi's body stiffened for a moment, until Fu Jiuqu asked her softly again.

"How long is that day? I want to know exactly the exact time."

"A month. The ninth day of September."

The ninth day of the ninth month of September is the time of death set for Fu Jiuqu in "Bianjing Fu", before Xin Yi wears the second time, she remembers the plot script very well, and repeatedly remembers and recites the life nodes of important people, of course, she will not forget this important day......

"When are you going to operate on me?"

Xin Yi sensed Fu Jiuqu's emotions, every moment of every day was shrouded in the shadow of death for him. As a healer, she knew all this, but she couldn't do anything about it.

"The seventh day of the ninth month or the eighth day of the ninth month." Xin Yi slowly rested his head on his chest, "I'll look through the imperial calendar and see which day is better?"

Fu Jiuqu chuckled, and a warm breath fell on her cheeks.

"You believe that, too?"

"Hmm." Xin Yi looked up at him, "As long as it's good for you, I believe it."

A kiss landed on her lips.

Soon, very light, like a soft river breeze blowing.

Fu Jiuqu liked to kiss her like this, pitying, cherishing, as if he was afraid that if he used a little more force, he would break her......

"Eleven, do you know how many times I have dreamed of you...... Like a mermaid, she swam ashore from the water and came to me barefoot...... Every time I want to hold on to you, I don't let go, but I always wake up."

Xin Yi smiled slightly.

Grabbed him by the neck and pulled hard, then turned the light into a fierce light.

The fiery heat is the proof that each other is alive.

She tried her best, without evasion, as if she had experienced an endless exploration and journey, until she was out of breath and there was a knock on the door of the foot shop.

"Grandpa......

It was Sun Huai, and his voice was cautious.

"It's late at night."

Xin Yi gasped and looked at Fu Jiuqu.

He raised his hand and patted her on the back of the head.

"Prepare the car and send the girl back to the inn."

Sun Huai sat on the farts and was about to get sores, and he smiled when he heard the words.

"Yes. The little ones are going."

On the edge of the table under the stairs, Cheng Cang and a few guards sat down, and Taoyu sat alone at a table, dozing off with her cheeks propped up, and there was no one else except them.

Xin Yi was helped downstairs by Fu Jiuqu, thinking of tonight's "absurdity", he was a little embarrassed, and his voice was much softer.

"Let's keep you waiting. I'm sorry."

Sun Huai said with a smile: "Girl, you are polite, we are subordinates, as long as we see that the master is happy, we are happy, aren't we?"

He raised his voice and smiled at the people around him.

Everyone responded in unison, "Yes."

Momoyu yawned and walked over to help Xin Yi, "Are we going back?" Girl?"

"Hmm." Xin Yi glanced at Fu Jiuqu, his cheeks heated slightly, "The king of the county doesn't have to send me, you can say goodbye."

Fu Jiuqu smiled lowly, his eyes staring at her gently.

"Okay, see you on the wedding day, my princess."