Looking slightly sideways at the young girl who was no more than a teenager, Zhao Yinshun sighed secretly, feeling a pity in his heart.

Did he die in that catastrophe?

There were so many people dead at that time that almost the whole city was in silence, and even I didn’t notice that something happened to Jiang He’s family!

The whole family died overnight!

Not to mention such a young child, even an adult might not be able to withstand such a shock suddenly...

Gently stroking Jiang He's vest, Zhao Yinshun lowered his voice, actively using the supernatural level of [Charm] for the first time, and his voice became as gentle as water.

"Cry, cry, don't hold it in your heart, you will feel better if you cry out..."

"Wow~"

Touched by the supernatural power, Jiang He's negative emotions that had been suppressed for many days were finally released, turning into tears and pouring out.

At this moment, a tall and slender figure broke through the spiritual mist, and he was stunned when he saw the two people hugging each other.

Seeing this strange girl, Zhao Yinshun pointed at Jiang He who was crying in his arms, and raised his index finger to lightly tap on his lips.

The surprised emotion disappeared in a flash, and the girl nodded slightly coldly and stood aside quietly.

She knew that Junior Sister Jiang's family had experienced great changes, but due to her cold nature and inability to comfort others, she could only watch as she suppressed her negative emotions in her heart and practiced masochistically crazily.

Now it would be a good thing to have someone to untie the knot in her heart and let her vent it out.

I just don’t know what the relationship is between this young man and Junior Sister Jiang?

Lover?

Not very similar, the age gap is too big, he is still a child...

Wait... Could it be that Junior Sister Jiang likes children like this?

Hiss~

This is not good...

Observing the two of them calmly, Zhu Muchiu slowly knitted his brows, hesitating whether to separate the two.

At this moment, the junior brothers and sisters who heard the commotion rushed over. The young man in the leading attire saw Jiang He sobbing in the arms of another boy, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"Who are you? Let Junior Sister Jiang go!"

Qiang~

The long sword was unsheathed, and the young man in colorful clothes pointed the sword at Zhao Yinshun, his face full of unconcealable hostility.

Looking at the adolescent boy's obvious possessiveness, Zhao Yinshun sighed tiredly.

Isn’t it? Here we go again?

Is your surname also Jiang?

Do you know how miserable the last time you did this was?

Fortunately, Jiang He heard the movement behind him and woke up from his sadness in an instant. He let go of Zhao Yinshun's arms and wiped the tears on his face.

The pain and sadness accumulated between her brows were mostly dissipated with a loud cry. Zhao Yinshun looked at her blushing face and smiled, reaching out to wipe away her tears.

"feel better now?"

"Well, much better, thank you, Junior Brother Zhao."

"You're welcome, that's right."

Jiang He was confused by his unprecedented tenderness and lowered his head shyly.

On the other side, seeing the two people ignoring him for "blatantly flirting", the handsome boy was so angry that he took a step forward with his sword in hand.

"Guo Yue, don't be rude."

Zhu Muchuqiu's plain whisper was like ice that froze the movements of the young man in fine clothes. He was so angry that his chest was filled with suffocation, and he couldn't get up or get down.

Not far away, Jiang He, who had his back to everyone, sniffed, suppressed the fragility and helplessness on his face, and his eyes suddenly became strong and heroic.

Seeing her completely different mental state from what he remembered, Zhao Yinshun was both amazed and regretful.

Are you mentally strong?

The whole family died in exchange for it...

Vaguely, Zhao Yinshun seemed to understand that Jiang He after the big change was now two different people from the carefree and perverted senior sister before.

At the same time, I also understood why she suddenly collapsed emotionally after seeing herself...

Because...she saw her past self and recalled the softest and happiest memories in her heart...

Soon, Jiang He, who had recovered his emotions, could no longer find any trace of weakness on his face, and turned to face a group of senior brothers and sisters with an expressionless face.

"Junior sister Jiang! Who is he? Why do you..."

Guo Yue was like a husband who saw his wife cheating on him and anxiously wanted to hear a reasonable explanation from her mouth.

However, Jiang He just glanced at him flatly and moved his eyes towards Zhu Muqiu, who was as cold as frost.

"This is my former martial arts schoolmate, Zhao Yinshun."

"Xiao Shun, this is Zhu Muchiu, Senior Sister Zhu."

During Jiang He's introduction, both parties clasped their fists and saluted calmly. One was as cold as ice, and the other was smiling, but his eyes did not seem to stay on the crowd at all, but passed them and threw themselves into the void, as if they were not worth letting go.

In the eyes.

Keenly aware of Zhao Yinshun's superior gaze, the arrogant boys and girls suddenly felt a surge of anger in their chests.

Is it amazing to be good-looking?

A little kid who doesn’t know how high the sky is!

However, they did not know that Zhao Yinshun did not deliberately despise them, but because the "CPU" resources in his brain were insufficient, it was difficult to respond to the outside world in a timely manner, and he was in a state of absent-mindedness every day, so he became "arrogant".

However, even if he knew the anger in their hearts, Zhao Yinshun would not take it to heart.

Compared to the growth of Weili attributed to itself, this side effect is simply negligible.

"Come here, what do you want?"

Suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, Zhu Muchiu looked at the young man and asked quietly.

Listening to the cold voice that sounded like ten thousand years of mysterious ice, Zhao Yinshun blinked and suddenly came to his senses.

"I have something to do with Senior Brother Jiang Sheng, please let me know."

Uncle Jiang Sheng?

Everyone present raised their eyebrows and stared at the young man in disbelief, their expressions changing unpredictably.

"Do you have anything to do with Jiang Sheng?"

At this moment, a soft voice came from not far away, and a plump figure broke through the spiritual mist and walked in front of everyone.

"Uncle Jiang."

"I've met Master Jiang."

"aunt."

…………

Looking at this young woman whose eyebrows were 70% similar to Jiang He's, Zhao Yinshun smiled and nodded to her.

"I have some doubts about my swordsmanship, and I would like to ask Senior Brother Jiang Sheng for some advice."

"Oh? It's really an unlucky time for you to come here. Jiang Sheng went out today and I don't know when he will be back."

Hearing this, Zhao Yinshun frowned and sighed helplessly.

"Then I'll come visit you another day."

The young man clasped his fists and saluted gracefully, and turned around to leave, but was stopped by the young woman.

"Wait a minute, although Jiang Sheng is not here, there are other fellow disciples in the camp who are proficient in swordsmanship. Why don't Junior Brother Zhao come in and talk about it?"

Hearing Jiang Haiyan's title to Zhao Yinshun, everyone present looked at each other and saw deep bitterness in each other's eyes.

It’s over…there’s another cheap uncle…

On the other side, Zhao Yinshun hesitated for a moment and nodded slightly: "Then I'm sorry."

"Haha, Junior Brother Zhao is too polite, please come with me."

Jiang Haiyan smiled sweetly and waved his hand backwards, and the huge defensive formation silently opened the entrance and exit.

After leading Zhao Yinshun into the camp, a group of "juniors" subconsciously followed the two of them, surrounding Jiang He curiously and distressedly.

"Junior sister Jiang, who is that guy?"

"Yeah, why is he so senior?"

"He obviously looks younger than me, but I don't want to call him uncle!"

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To be continued...