Chapter 1208

Wei CI didn't practice martial arts, and the zither player in front of him was not an ordinary martial artist who could see the depth. Jiang Pengji didn't blame him for leading wolves into the house.

She quietly separated Wei Ci from the blind zither player and sat directly on Wei Ci's original mat.

"Zixiao, I suddenly remembered that something had left at home. Can you run for me?"

She is worthy of being a straight girl of iron and steel. Jiang Pengji's excuse is also stiff.

Before Wei CI could speak, the blind zither player suddenly showed his face and smiled, as if the ice and snow that had not melted for thousands of years had suddenly melted, amazing.

Jiang Pengji was not confused. Instead of relaxing, she twisted her eyebrows even more.

Her left hand has been lying on the waist, chopping the handle of the God knife, and her muscles are in a tight state.

"Are you nervous?"

The blind zither player in white opened his mouth. His voice was different from that of Wei CI. On the contrary, he had an unspeakable coolness.

Jiang Pengji was shocked to find that she was so nervous that she was sweating.

What exactly is the origin of this man?

As soon as the zither player's voice fell, she raised her knuckled hand and caressed the face of the zither. It was clear that she didn't touch a string. The sweet sound of the zither swung in circles in the air. Jiang Pengji brushed and took out her knife to cut the man's key. The other party didn't flash or hide, and the more smiling she was on her lips.

Sting——

The invincible chopping blade seemed to see something transparent, and the two hit each other and made a clear sound.

She was fine. Being touched by the sound of the piano, Wei Ci's eyelids were as heavy as lead water, and slipped to the ground against the pavilion pillar.

Seeing this, Jiang Pengji's eyes were full of danger, vaguely bloody.

"You want to die?"

Jiang Pengji said these three words and the chopping sword fell again.

Similarly, I met an invisible mask, but the mask didn't last long and made a crushing sound.

The blade hit the blind musician's neck.

He didn't see what the other party did. His body was as smart and soft as water. He easily avoided the knife.

"I haven't seen you for so many years. Your temperament hasn't changed." The zither player said, "how can I rest assured that I am so aggressive?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Pengji frowned and stopped.

"Who the hell are you?"

The zither player's strength doesn't seem to be what people in the world should have. Jiang Pengji is not sure about each other's identity and intention, and she doesn't know whether he is an enemy or a friend - Wei CI is right beside her. She can't exert her best, but is tied up——

The zither player said, "don't you remember?"

Jiang Pengji angrily smiled, "I should remember who you are?"

The zither player held the zither body in his arms with one hand and caressed it with the other hand. The three finger wide white cloth dissipated into light spots with a white light. When the white cloth disappeared, Jiang Pengji found that the man was not blind at all. Not only was he not blind, but his eyes were more profound and bright than ordinary people.

"You are -"

Looking at each other's face, an illusory portrait floated in front of her. She, she even felt a little familiar?

The zither player said, "haven't you remembered yet?"

After that, the zither in the zither player's arms turned into a long sword, and he took the long sword behind his back.

If Jiang Pengji is struck by lightning, the casting material of this sword is clearly the same as that of the divine chopping knife?

"Are you the one who gave me the cutting sword?"

The zither player laughed and said, "that's all you think of?"

Jiang Pengji stood beside the piano case, holding the handle of the divine chopping knife in her right hand, and looked at the white zither player for a moment.

No, I should say the swordsman in white.

"Peng Ji, you have done well in these two lives." He raised his lips lightly and said with a smile, "tiannao is extremely cunning and powerful. Although he killed its body in those years, some of them still escaped smoothly. For two thousand years, hundreds of low-level planes have been harmed, and this disaster has become a climate..."

Two lives?

Well done?

Jiang Pengji seemed to be struck by lightning, and the whole person was stunned.

What two lives?

Jiang Pengji was stunned.

There is a treasure chest hidden in the depths of memory. A man's voice is the only key to open the treasure chest.

For a time, countless memories poured in.

Jiang Pengji gave a cry of pain, half knelt with a knife, and gasped heavily with a cold sweat.

In a blur of consciousness, Jiang Pengji seemed to see another figure around her, a woman in white.

"Is it really good to let her recover her memory now?" The woman asked the swordsman in white.

The swordsman in white raised his hand to take over the woman's catkin and put his palms close to each other.

"You and I can't stay here too long. We have to lock up the disaster to avoid long dreams... Let Peng Ji recover her memory and remember the causes and consequences as soon as possible. When she finishes the cause and effect, there are still a lot of stalls waiting for her in the Federation."

The woman was strangely silent for a while.

"She just pulled out a knife to cut you - when she recovers her memory, do you think she will show mercy?"

The man said, "the body she uses now is just a physical body, which can't hurt me."

Realizing that they were leaving, Jiang Pengji let her majestic memory swallow her up, fell on the ground and fainted.

It's said to be unconscious. In fact, it hasn't been unconscious for long.

Jiang Pengji opened her eyes expressionless and sat down on the ground. She threw her divine chopping knife at random.

She turned her head and looked at Wei CI. She was stunned for a while to make sure she was right. She raised her hand and held him in her arms, as if she were holding a lost baby.

Looking around, the surface of the pond reflected the sparkling light, which made her eyes sour.

She thought of many things. In her dream, she became another "Jiang Pengji", from bandit to Emperor.

A seemingly successful life has endless regrets.

Put all your eggs in one basket and let her win the bet.

Even if she knew that both lives were set by the man and woman, she could not resent. Tiannao's legacy is still there. As the head of the seventh army, she shoulders the responsibility of defending the Union and can't shirk it. Don't say that if you capture tiannao in the game, you won't hesitate to let her give up her life.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand and rubbed the tired eyebrows. After a while, she beat Wei CI horizontally and left the pavilion.

The Yin Qi here is very wet. It will be hard for Weici to stay here.

As everyone knows, Wei Ci's body cold problem has been raised for seven or eight years. Now the situation is much better than that in his previous life.

Weici woke up in a dull heat.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw someone's hands and feet and wrapped him in his arms. The house was burning charcoal and four or five thick quilts were piled on the bed.

This is a familiar situation——

"Lanting, relax -"

If he doesn't let go, he'll suffocate.

"Oh..."

Jiang Pengji rarely relents her hands and feet meekly.

"Why are you here?" Weici looked at her in bewilderment.

Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows. "Don't you remember?"

Weici thought for a while and shook his head in perplexity. He really didn't remember.

Jiang Pengji opened her mouth and said, "you had a cold and fever a few days ago and were ill for a few days."

Weici subconsciously felt wrong, but he couldn't remember his recent memory. It seemed that he was covered with a layer of white gauze and couldn't see clearly.

Probably——

He is really ill.

"Your Majesty doesn't go back to the palace to go to bed? CI is ill now. If his illness is infected, your majesty can't -"

Jiang Pengji spread out her limbs like a pancake, occupying more than half of the bed.

"If I don't go, I can't sleep without you. I dream that you are hooked away by Lao Shizi's zither player -"

Wei CI said with a smile, "if you don't go, don't go, but CI is still ill. Hold another mattress."

Jiang Pengji turned over with her mouth flat and looked at Wei CI for a moment.

In his previous life, Wei Ci was estranged, gentle, cautious and restrained. His reason was always online, and his feelings were always severely suppressed.

Now it is different. There is no depression between the eyebrows and eyes, but with a comforting calm and warmth.

This is the real Weici.

Everything was as perfect as she had imagined.

Jiang Pengji rolled along and reached out to Wei CI.

"No, Peng Peng wants a filial hug."

"Your Majesty is not a three-year-old child anymore. Don't fool around. It's bad to be sick."

Weici patiently advised her with a smile.

Jiang Pengji twisted like an insect and rubbed against Wei CI.

Taking advantage of his unprepared, he stretched out his hands and rolled him around. He put a quilt between his toes and covered his body.

The indoor spring light was harmonious, and soon there was a red noise.