I don't know how long I have walked in this mirror, but I know that the road is very long, and it seems that there is no end.

Deep in the dusk sits a courtyard, which is completely obscured by the trees surrounding it.

"Lingyuan and One, have their own yin and yang ......" The unknown spell came over. Suddenly, this was the scene of a man and a woman casting a sword.

[This mighty sword, guided by blood, burns with embers, and pours it into the underworld.] ］

[This female sword, with bone as the guide, the soul of cold ice comes, and pours the other side of the netherworld.] ］

With the call of a man and a woman, their bodies emitted different colors of light, intertwined and dazzling. Along with the light came the blood of the man and the white bones of the woman, both of which were forged in the purple fire of the Netherworld.

[I see, now is the weakest time for these two, and if I can take this sword, it will be infinitely powerful.] When the time comes, it will be easy to dominate the Twelve Heavens. An old beggar in ragged clothes and gray hair walked towards here.

[The old man wants to stay here for another night, I don't know...... The old beggar knocked on the door for the first time, and I distinctly felt the swordsmith inside tremble.

Knock Knock –

He then knocked on the door a second time.

Third, fourth......

I just can't take it anymore.

"Old man, it's rude for you to look at the door so many times, and ...... The host is unresponsive, please go elsewhere to spend the night. ”

"Oh, little girl, who are you to dare to disturb the old man in his work?"

"A person who can't get used to you is just a person who relies on the old and sells the old, and the etiquette is incomplete. Don't you know that there are more than three things?"

"It's only three things, but it's the first time I've heard of it. In that case, you little girl is so nosy, why don't you get a place for the old man to stay?"

The beggar spoke, but the knocking on the door continued.

This old man......

"Okay, come with me. ”

If this memory is an ancient memory or a past life memory, I should be aware of it. This time, instead of reacting, he seemed to know what he was going to do next.

Simon's old thief is cunning and insidious, treacherous and cunning. This can't be the memory keeper trap he designed, right?