The human heart is made of flesh, and it is inevitable to think more about the descendants when you are alive, and the world is the same. Why did Xincha not follow this principle, but instead avoided relatives and gave all his wealth to another stranger?

Reasonable, this doesn't make sense.

Chitose said, "Could this be the will of the gods? You know, they may also pay attention to bloodline." ”

What kind of bloodline, Jing Qing was confused, he didn't understand.

But Yan Saburo understood. The number of remnants of the Hidden Realm is scarce, and they combine with ordinary people to have children, so if they are passed down from generation to generation, the bloodline will naturally become thinner and thinner, how can they be qualified to inherit their assets?

Because of the special system of this realm, I am afraid that wealth only flows between the upper privileges, and has basically nothing to do with the common people.

"Bloodline?" Yan Saburo only asked her one sentence, "Can they have children with civilians?"

Chitose and Jing Qing were stunned.

The latter was in a daze because Yan Saburo asked nonsensically. What does it mean to "be able to give birth to children", and how can people reproduce if they don't have babies?

Chitose was reminded by him.

Yes, in the human world, the combination of monsters and humans still has the opportunity to give birth to half demons, although it is cross-species reproduction, after all, everyone is rooted in the same world, but according to Zhuang Nanjia, the Tibetan ancestors and ordinary people are from two different worlds, can such a combination produce offspring?

"I don't know. The probability of this sentence coming out of her mouth is extremely small, but this time the question is obviously out of the outline, and she has no answer. "Maybe they only marry their own people? Well, that's why they don't leave an inheritance to their descendants. ”

Jing Qing shook his head and put his puzzle aside for the time being: "Because of this doubt, I asked a few more questions." It is said that in the past twenty years, there have been nine Messengers in the Hidden Kingdom, and seven of them were born after the opening of the Fog Wall. ”

Yan Saburo listened carefully: "What about before?"

"It wasn't clear before, and people couldn't remember it. Jing Qing shrugged, "Even if there is an official record, the people may not be able to see it." ”

Yan Saburo remembered what the boatman said, civilians are rarely literate, and naturally no one specifically records these. Chitose answered: "You mean, the birth of Shincha is related to the opening of the Tibetan country to the world?"

Jing Qing nodded: "Yes." I traveled to several islands and asked many residents, only to find out that six of the seven Xincha were seafarers!" he sighed, "It's not easy to get such a simple piece of information. Most people here don't even know what happened twenty years ago. ”

Yes, they have a short lifespan, usually less than two or twenty years. It's hard to count a little bit of data if you want to. Chitose's eyes flashed, "How do civilians know that Shin Shincha is a seafarer?"

"The birth of every new Xincha is subject to a solemn Elective Ceremony, which is attended by all the common people. Jing Qingzao asked clearly, "The Tibetan country is so small with tens of thousands of people, it is not difficult to find that these letters are new faces. Besides, the divine envoy will also preach it in public, and the seafarer is fortunate to be enlightened by the gods and stay in the sea country to become a believer. ”

Yan Saburo exhaled softly: "What is the connection between the new letter and the foreign seafarer...... For these outsiders, the Hidden Country is a mysterious place shrouded in mist, and Jing Qing's imagination is quite strong when he can find out this layer.

Chitose had already eaten, went to the yard to wash his hands carefully, and then said to Yan Saburo: "It's time to go back." ”

"Hmm. The boy stood up.

"What about me?" Jing Qing hurriedly stood up as well.

and so on. Chitose put on his mask, dropped a word and opened the door and went out.

The two maids stood guard outside the door, slim and elegant. Jing Qing called the two of them in, holding one in one hand, nephrite was warm and fragrant.

When I returned to Gentle Township, the doubts in my stomach automatically receded.

At this moment, what he is thinking in his heart is: Forget it, there is wine today and drunk tomorrow, and tomorrow there will be trouble.

......

Tsubazaburo and Chitose return to their residence.

There are no attendants here, the courtyard is deserted inside and outside, only the pearl lamp on the wall emits a faint halo, attracting a few light-greedy insects to fly up and down.

Chitose took off her mask and took off her burqa, and she was wearing a flaming red dress with peony embroidered on the hem and a golden belt around her waist.

The belt is almost as wide as a palm, and it is a local tyrant who is tied to others, and it is embellished on her, but it complements her publicity.

Even with the lights, the room was still a little dim. She lit a candle.

The warm light swayed, giving a perfect level to her delicate face, and it also jumped and beat in her charming eyes.

This is a banshee that only appears in the deepest part of a dream or nightmare, right?

It's inadvertently beautiful, but thrilling.

Yan Saburo immediately looked away, but saw that the light dragged her shadow in the living room, slender and long, and swayed with her own movements.

This originally empty courtyard suddenly became warm and humane.

For so many years, they've been like this.

The breeze blew and brought the scent of gardenias into the yard. The young man remembered the night he hugged her, and he was also full of faint fragrance.

"What's wrong?" Chitose saw that he was always staring at the corner, and he also looked at it, but found nothing, "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. Yan Saburo's distraction was only for a moment, and at this time, he went to the small courtyard to fold a few flowers, put them in crystal bottles of water, and put them in the corner of the wall.

"What do you put here, but you can't see it. Chitose was slightly annoyed, moved the crystal bottle to the table at the door, and gathered the flowers with his hand. Xiao San's flower branches that were folded down so casually were staggered and low, and it was very beautiful to insert it into a bottle.

The jade finger caresses the flowers, complementing each other. Yan Saburo lowered his eyes: "Zhuang Nanjia confessed, what do you think?"

"What do you think?" Chitose scoffed, "He said so much, it's amazing to have five points of truth." Mouthful of firewood-filled villain, hey!"

Yan Saburo was silent, knowing that she would have the following.

Sure enough, Chitose fiddled with the flowers in the vase and said, "When I performed the soul dementorship, although he tried his best to hide it, I still found out a little. This person's soul power is extremely powerful, far above ordinary strangers, it is Qu Yunhe, well......" she has been thinking about a suitable comparison object, "In this way, even Rong Sheng is far inferior to him. ”

This is intuitive, Yan Saburo changed slightly: "So strong?"

"Well, at least on par with the Demon King in Purgatory. Chitose narrowed his eyes, "That's why he didn't have the slightest fear in the face of us, and I don't know who will kill the deer if it really starts." The main thing is that you're going to drag me back...... He has a heart for us, and he is jealous of my Red Lotus karma, otherwise he would have taken action a long time ago?"

The power of the Red Lotus Karmic Fire can be felt by every divine soul.

"How do you fight?" Yan Saburo always felt disobedient, "His soul power is strong, but his body is so weak." ”

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