How did the secret that the Elder of the Saint Yuan Sect did not pass on to the outside world let a little monk in a deserted city who was thousands of miles away from the Saint Yuan Sect know?

How to quibble?

At this moment, a layer of cold sweat crept up on Zhong Qi's back, and the blood on his face quickly faded, leaving only a miserable white.

Su Jianxing had never seen a person's face turn white so quickly, but he also knew that the other party was overly frightened. She had no intention of intimidating him, but it was clear that her own words were extremely shocking to him.

But she didn't rush to reassure the other party. Because she had a little new idea from the very beginning of the conversation, but no matter what she wanted to do, she still had to see if Zhong Qi was suitable.

Su Jianxing looked at him quietly, not in a hurry to calm his emotions, just wanted to see what kind of response Zhong Qi would make in this situation.

Zhong Qi didn't know Su Jianxing's thoughts at this moment, and his mind was swiping the screen with "over, over, ......", but he also knew that there was nothing he could do about his current situation.

He forced himself to calm down, to force himself to think. He was thinking, did Su Jianxing see himself just to interrogate this question?

No, it won't. If Su Jianxing wanted to interrogate herself, with her strength, she had a way to tie him up unknowingly, instead of coming to him through Tan Yi.

Seeing him through Tan Yi is, to some extent, sending a signal to him that she will not do anything to him.

So what did she ask herself those questions? What does she want to know, or what do she suspect? Will she know - no, she can't possibly know.

Zhong Qi's mind was chaotic, and he thought a lot at that moment, but he didn't seem to think about anything.

He raised his miserable white face, looked at Su Jianxing, and asked, "Does Su Daoyou have to know the answer?" ”

Su Jianxing lifted his eyelids and looked at him: "What if I say yes?" ”

Zhong Qi said with a white face and trembling: "I'm sorry, I can't give you an answer." ”

"Why?"

"Because they're going to die." Zhong Qi said, staring at Su Jianxing tightly, as if he wanted to get a glimpse of the reaction he wanted from her expression.

It's just that Zhong Qi is destined to be disappointed. Su Jianxing was originally going to see his reaction, how could he be exploited by him.

Didn't find any valuable information here in Su Jianxing, Zhong Qi lowered his eyes again, looked at the glass of white water in front of him that had not been touched, and waited for Su Jianxing's judgment while calling the system in his head.

But the system is as quiet as a chicken at the moment, and there is no trace of its existence.

By the way, Zhong Qi thought in a trance that when Tan Yi came to find him before, the system seemed to be gone. Is it because he was too afraid of Su Jianxing, the future villain, that he didn't even dare to take the risk?

couldn't count on the system, so Zhong Qi could only block his guesses, betting that Su Jianxing would not kill him.

Time passed little by little, and Su Jianxing never spoke. Zhong Qi could feel that her gaze kept rolling over her body, as if she was examining and measuring something.

Zhong Qi was motionless, like a wood carving. Only the hand under the table was clenched tightly, and the fingertips were deeply pinched into his palm.

A sharp stinging pain came from the palm of his hand, as if this was the only way to make Zhong Qi feel that he was still living in this world.

Perhaps because of the extreme nervousness, Zhong Qi entered a very relaxed state. The stiff back collapsed slightly, the clenched fingers were slightly loosened, and he even had the kung fu to complain in his heart: he is worthy of being the villain who can destroy the world in the original plot, even if he has not fallen into the demon yet, the momentum of not being angry and arrogant is impossible to look at directly.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a long time, maybe only a short moment. A shallow and short laugh came from the other side, and at the same time, the sweat on Zhong Qi's forehead was flowing down the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose, dripping onto the table, "clicking".

The voice was actually faint, but it fell on Zhong Qi's ears like a heavy drum, mixed with the short laughter, making him unable to tell whether he was hallucinating or not.

Zhong Qi raised his eyes slightly and looked at the other side. However, as soon as his gaze was raised slightly, he met Su Jianxing's long-awaited gaze.

Su Jianxing: "Since you can't say it, you will die if you say it, then don't say it, let me guess." ”

She had a slight smile on her face, her fingers tapping unconsciously on the tabletop, as if she was thinking, "If I guess correctly, it won't be what you say, and you won't die, right?" ”

Zhong Qimu said: "Yes." ”

He was also thinking in his heart, yes, yes, but is this kind of thing that ordinary people can guess? But at the same time, an inexplicable anticipation suddenly rose in my heart.

Su Jianxing didn't rush to guess, her fingers were still tapping on the table, the sound was not loud, but it was very crisp, and there was even some rhythm and rhyme.

Zhong Qi listened to the voice and waited quietly for Su Jianxing to speak.

The wait was not as torturous as it had just been, and even with a light, secret excitement.

After about half a cup of tea, Su Jianxing finally spoke, and she asked him, "Are you a descendant of heaven?" ”

What? Descended from heaven?

Zhong Qi was stunned on the spot. Before the look of expectation could be restricted, a look of surprise and astonishment had already crept up on his face.

Maybe at this moment, he didn't know how weird and funny his expression was in Su Jianxing's eyes.

Su Jianxing sighed, "Sure enough, it's not, rule out a wrong option." ”

Zhong Qi didn't know whether she should raise her heart or breathe a sigh of relief, although she already had a bottom in her heart, it was too outrageous for her to guess that he was the heir of the heavenly machine.

The heir of the heavenly machine, that is the person who can spy on the fate of all things in time, and the person who is closest to the way of heaven, and the person who only exists in legends.

Su Jianxing really dared to guess. He himself wanted to be a descendant of heaven, but obviously it couldn't be. If he is really a descendant of heaven, sitting opposite Su Jianxing at this moment is probably talking and laughing, instead of the tense nerves now, trembling, for fear that he will be "clicked" by the other party at a moment's notice.

Thinking of this, Zhong Qi tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly.

At this moment, Su Jianxing said again: "You are not a descendant of Tianji Sect, and I have checked your net worth background, the secrets of the Saint Yuan Sect will not be transmitted to you anyway, so it seems that even the most unlikely thing that remains after excluding all options is the truth." ”

There is something familiar about this passage. Zhong Qi's heart suddenly pounded violently, he looked up and looked at the girl opposite, this time he looked extremely carefully, not even a small hair, just to find a trace of his familiar memory from her face.

The girl noticed his gaze, no one was disgusted, and she didn't avoid it, but just sat there generously, letting you look at it. At the same time, she did not forget to continue to announce her answer: "The most unlikely truth, I guess, is about - Zhong Daoyou, you are not from this world, right?" ”

Zhong Qi didn't deny it: "You know, you are too-"

(End of chapter)