The shopkeeper left quickly.

Jiang Qi looked at the restless Liuli and Peony and said, "You know, say it." ”

Liuli and Peony glanced at each other, and finally Liuli spoke.

"As you can see, we are not human beings, or rather, when we exist on the basis of the ancient building, whatever was before is just an object afterward."

"Items that belong to the ancient building."

Liuli bit the corner of her lip, and I saw pity, and continued: "Items are placed in different places, and they have different functions. ”

"In the casino, we are dealers, and everything is in the interests of the casino."

"Here, we are the ingredients, and the most important thing is to make the guests happy."

"We don't have a choice, where we are put is what it is."

Goods?

These words made Jiang Shouzhen and the other three look sideways, this is simply too weird, and the dealer can still understand, at least a job that can be understood.

But the ingredients?

Employing people as ingredients?

No, according to their own words, they are no longer human.

"And what were you guys before?"

Jiang Shouzhen couldn't help but ask.

Liuli didn't answer immediately, but looked at his master, and when he saw the other party nodding, he replied with some hesitation: "I am. A plant of barley. ”

"I was once worshiped by the Tibetan Bon Sect, but after the Bon Sect was destroyed by the Tang Iron Army, a small god like me had only one end, that is, it dissipated, but in the end I came here."

Immediately afterwards, Peony also spoke: "I am the youngest daughter of the Dragon City Great God, the son of the Immortal Heaven, and I came here inexplicably after being slaughtered by a general of the Great Han Dynasty in the Dragon City God Department. ”

"Originally, I should have been liquidated by my hand."

After listening to the self-introduction of the two, Jiang Qi narrowed his eyes.

So far, Jiang Qi has come into contact with four ancient buildings, one is the clavicle Bodhisattva, and the age when this image appeared was probably the Ming Dynasty.

And Shen Wansan needless to say, he was also a person in the early Ming Dynasty.

The glaze and peony in front of you, one is in the early Tang Dynasty, and the other is in the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

And they are all existences similar to vassal gods, not human beings.

One image, one person, two minor gods.

Across the Han and Tang dynasties, the identity origins are different.

There is nothing in common.

At least on the surface, that's what it seems.

"Who is it?"

Jiang Qi asked suddenly, seeing that the two of them looked at him suspiciously, and then said: "Who did the destruction of the Bon Sect and the God Slaughter Department?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Liuli and Peony's expressions became a lot more frightened, obviously, it was a terrifying past that they didn't want to recall.

If you think about it carefully, a god system, a Zhenguo God Cult, all of them were slaughtered, and there was only one survivor, no matter what, it was full of bloody and horrific memories.

"Jiang Qubing!"

"Jiang Qubing!"

The two spoke almost at the same time, saying the same name in unison.

After that, the two reacted and looked at each other in horror, they had never mentioned these things to each other.

At this moment, not only Jiang Shouzhen and the others were stunned, but even Jiang Qi frowned.

A period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and the beginning of the Tang Dynasty are obviously not the same era, but they say the same name!

If it's not the same name and surname, then there is only one possibility!

Lao Qian, the head of Shushan, Jiang Shouzhen, and the three of them couldn't help but turn their heads to look at the seniors.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

"Huh."

After a long time, everyone heard the noodle senior laugh lightly, and there were very complicated emotions hidden in that laughter.

Self-deprecation, abruptness, emotion, and so on.

Old Qian lowered his head, and his eyes couldn't hide the surprise.

It turns out that this is the real name of the senior of the noodles?

JIANG Qubing.

It seems that the previous speculation about the noodle seniors was correct, and the noodle seniors did operate in Kyushu with a process of "sleeping, waking up, recovering, and sleeping again".

It's a ghost in time.

And now it seems that the seniors of the noodles will lose some memories from time to time in this process?

Inconsequential memories.

Obviously, in the hearts of the seniors, the memories of making friends with all kinds of friends are much more important than the memories of the so-called slaughter of the gods.

Even though it was an astonishing achievement!

But irrelevance is irrelevance!

Lao Qian only felt that the impression of the noodle seniors in his heart was getting taller and taller.

At the same time, there is a faint sadness.

Wandering in time, every time I wake up and look back, I find that the old person has passed away, and I will inevitably meet new friends because of the activities after waking up.

Then fall asleep again and repeat the process.

How sad?

What can be left behind is only memory, only memory.

Lao Qian doesn't believe it, all the people he knew before his predecessors were famous in history, and there were definitely many who did not see the annals of history.

The only trace of these friends in the world now is only in the memories of their predecessors.

Presumably this is one of the reasons why the predecessors of the noodle have been able to persist in this kind of sorrow until now, right?

For a moment, there was silence again.

No one saw that the corners of Jiang Qi's mouth twitched frantically under the mask.

What the hell!

Why is it related to myself again!

When did I slaughter two gods?!!

What's the trouble?

Oh, it's the "future" me, that's fine.

It's outrageous!

Jiang Qi's mind is very chaotic, Nanming commanded Jiang Qubing to be himself, and then the Han Dynasty still has himself, and now there is the Tang Dynasty interspersed in the middle?

What the hell are you going to do?

Jiang Qi now wanted to pull his neck and ask.

But there is no way, the sins created by yourself in the future can only be rounded as much as possible.

Jiang Qi thought of a way to laugh.

After laughing, how do you like to understand, how to understand.

Anyway, smart people have common problems, they will attack themselves in their own brains, and they love how to make up for their brains.

Jiang Qi has given up on treatment.

He now wants to know how his future self will be able to travel through time.

Doesn't this stuff really cause the grandmother paradox?

"Hahahaha!"

At this moment, a burst of laughter rang out.

A man with a rich body, a big head and a thick neck, and a greasy apron trotted out of the back kitchen, and before anyone arrived, he heard a burst of laughter.

"Oops! Distinguished guests are coming, and they are not welcomed! There is a long way to go! ”

This guy who looked like a cook came close and hurriedly greeted Jiang Qi.

"The contemptible man is the owner of the tavern that wears intestinal poison, and he is also the cook here, and his name is not worth mentioning, and the guests call me a glutton."

The glutton said with a smile while wiping his greasy hands with his apron.

As he spoke, the glutton smiled apologetically and waved his hand.

The four shopkeepers came over with a huge tray of raw meat slices on top and all kinds of dipping sauces next to it.

"That shopkeeper just now is really eye-catching, and he almost delayed the distinguished customer."

"In order to apologize to the guests, he asked me to make a dish for you to make amends."

The gluttony is very conscious of opening a restaurant, and he always has a flattering smile on his face, but what he said made Lao Qian and others creepy.

"Everyone, try my craft!"

The glutton took a pair of chopsticks and gently placed them in front of Jiang Qi, laughing.

"If the guests don't eat it, they will be disappointed."

(End of chapter)