"Uh... ”

The human slaughter spirit suddenly felt speechless. Previously, Chen Jiu said that he wanted to regain his old identity and be a son at ease, but now...

I really have the urge to ask if you slap your face...

Finally, with a wicked smile, he asked:

"But don't you still want to be a son?"

"Hmm. ”

Chen Jiu responded:

"Let's plan. A rising star in the Everbright City, Lord Ink Pupil Chen Jiu, became famous in the ice field, and became famous all over the world. Since then, his temperament has changed greatly, and he lingers in the Qinglou restaurant, what do you think?"

"Isn't it too far-fetched to disguise your true purpose by using this?"

The Human Slayer suggested with some concern.

"Hmm. Not bad. ”

Chen Jiu stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the head of the human butcher spirit, causing the latter to punch and kick:

"You are indeed a part of me ... So, very well ... ”

"Can you not do this... ”

The human slaughter spirit made a expression and ran to lie down.

"It's not good to kill two birds with one stone. ”

Chen Jiu also lay down, the soft futon covered his body, and this comfortable feeling was simply indescribable. So, he said a little lazily:

"Ann, a, a, ail. ”

Chen Jiu was about to fall asleep on his side, and a shining light suddenly passed through the gap in the curtain, and a dazzling golden yellow reflected the dust in the air, pouring on Chen Jiu's body without reservation. This is the dawn of dawn.

"Uh... ”

Chen Jiu seemed to moan in pain, and jumped up violently like a frightened bird. Immediately curled up, he pulled the thin quilt beside him and wrapped it tightly from head to toe.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

The human slaughter spirit was also frightened by Chen Jiu, and hurriedly jumped up and tidied up the curtain of the tent for Chen Jiu. He examined it until there was no longer a single speck of light on the ground, and only a trace of residual warmth remained.

What's going on today?

The human slaughter spirit secretly cried bitterly in his heart:

It can't be some strange disease that is afraid of the sun, right? If it is, it will be miserable!

"Your qi and blood fluctuate terribly... ”

He muttered to himself, and seeing that Chen Jiu was slow to come out, he squatted down a little eagerly, and reached out to lift the quilt that covered his head.

"Are you alright? don't scare me... ”

Seeing that Chen Jiu's face was pale, he reached out to check his pulse, and found that there was some disorder, so he asked.

Chen Jiu shuddered, slowly came out, his expression was still a little frightened, and his voice was a little weak:

"I... OK... ”

"What is the situation? Lord, if you die like this... Who... Who's going to help me restore it to an artifact... ”

The human butcher spirit hugged his head, squeezed out a few tears, and said in a sly manner:

"O my Lord ... The life experience was so bumpy, and he died young... Whining... ”

". ”

When Chen Jiu heard this, he couldn't help but burst into foul language:

"Curse me to death ... What do you mean... ”

Picking up the wine that had already been cold and drinking two sips, Chen Jiu coughed lightly twice, and his face improved slightly.

"I'm fine. ”

Chen Jiu pointed to his heart and didn't say another word.

Secret trouble?

The human slaughter spirit secretly hesitated.

It's so troublesome... Why is it okay to have a heart disease again... Forget it, I can't control it.

"But I read that right, your blood ... Very strong. ”

The human butcher spirit muttered to himself, and the phantom turned into a streamer, flying, and disappeared into the human butcher's knife.

Chen Jiu sat a little speechless, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.

"Let's sort it out first, it's a bit messy. ”

He thought to himself, muttering to himself.

There was so much information he knew that night, and it could be roughly combed into a line.

Fifteen years ago, the Dark Warlock Guild, the main envoy of the Hundred Swords Chen Clan, was related to the mysterious forces mentioned by the human slaughter spirit. At the same time, some forces such as the Changtian Xu clan also knew about it.

"No, it seems to be a contradiction in this way. ”

Chen Jiu recalled that day when he and Xu Wen met Lord Anyang, and after going down the mountain, Xu Wen solemnly and solemnly asked about the origin of the butcher's knife. If he had known about it a long time ago, why did he have to do it? Could it be that he was pretending?

"Although I don't know what Lord Anyang said to him. Could it be that ... ”

Chen Jiu muttered to himself, quite regretful, he didn't pay attention to and eavesdrop on their conversation at the beginning.

"During the years I spent wandering in the North, Brother Tu had always been well disguised, and my identity should have never been known. In this way, it makes sense for Changfeng Jun to say that he didn't know who I was that night. ”

"In that case, why did Changfeng-kun know about fifteen years ago?"

Chen Jiu pinched his fingers and calculated:

"Fifteen years ago, Changfeng Jun should have been sixteen years old. Even if he is a descendant of the inner clan, it is absolutely impossible for him to mix into the top level of the Xu clan at such an age, so how did he know about it? The Changtian Xu clan is a hegemon, why would he pay attention to my Hundred Knife Chen Clan, which is barely a second-rate family?"

In this case, there is no way to solve this problem... ”

Chen Jiu rubbed his head and felt dizzy.

"Now, though, my identity should be well known. Not to mention the mysterious forces, even the Dark Warlock Guild is still difficult for me to deal with. Therefore, I still need the protection of the Changtian Xu clan... Brother Tu is right, I have to have my own power... ”

Chen Jiu thought about it, and suddenly admired himself who was not afraid of the sky and the earth at that time, and killed Lin Xie alone, if it wasn't for the protection of Changfeng Jun at that time, he would probably have been buried in the disgusting and terrifying runes and enchantments of the Dark Warlock... Now I realized that I was weak, and I no longer dared to act rashly.

"Let's go to bed first... ”

The sleepiness could no longer be stopped, even though there was already some noisy noise in the outside world, Chen Jiu lay down on his side and slept quietly...

An hour later ...

The morning glow reflected the white and delicate face of the blue painting, and a few smooth drops of water slowly rolled down from between his eyebrows. At this moment, he was leaning sideways and carefully brushing his long flowing hair. The snow has long since stopped. A slight chill came with the wind, blowing through the robe he draped over his shoulders, fluttering, making people think about it. Between his breath and breath, if there is no fragrance of Zhilan, it makes people even more nostalgic...

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