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Chapter 744 This planet belongs to me (68)

After another hundred years, Ye Jian returned.

At this time, Yu Hua had already resigned as the commander of the Seventh Army.

With Yuhua's promotion, the term of office of the legion commander was changed from almost life-long to fifty to eighty years, and it was no longer de facto hereditary, allowing the legion to continuously add new forces.

The Seventh Legion no longer only recruits people with atavistic genes. Anyone who meets the recruitment standards will be accepted regardless of their identity.

After resigning as the army commander, Zi Hua also stepped back from the daily and specific planetary management affairs.

She spent a lot of time on understanding the rules of the interstellar era and learning the technological skills of this era.

Yuhua, who does not hold a specific position, does not have any rights. Both Xue'an Star and Suo'an Star belong to her private planet. The position of planet leader is still there and no one can take it away. The Xue'an Star Territory is all in her

Under control.

However, Yuhua is ready. Before she leaves this world, she will hand over the ownership of Xu'an and Suo'an to the Federation and make the two planets public planets.

Ye Jian transformed into a miniature version of four to five meters, waving his tentacles as if he was a little excited, "Master, I'm about to die."

"Yeah." Yuhua didn't feel sad at all, "Do you want me to help you leave a memory?"

The cycle of life and death of the Diutata race is different from that of humans. When their bodies can no longer absorb energy, their lifespan is about to end.

At the end of its life, its body will decompose little by little, releasing a large amount of energy, and finally leaving an embryonic body.

Its virtual body will also give up most of its energy and retract into the embryo's body, waiting for the embryo to be activated one day and gain new life.

For Ye Jian, death is not the end, but a new starting point.

Due to the special way of growth of Diuda, their lifespan is different in each reincarnation. This time, Ye Jian's lifespan is hundreds of years, which is not too short or too long. Maybe the lifespan of the next reincarnation will be longer.

Therefore, Ye Jian was not aware that he was about to die at all, but was rather eager to try.

However, this method of reincarnation will also lose the memory of the previous body, leaving only some instinctive common sense.

Ye Jian wanted her to help it retain its memory, so that its next reincarnation would be the continuation of this life.

Diutata will also die in the true sense. If it is killed during the growth process and fails to form an embryonic body, then it will not be reborn.

With memory, Ye Jian has a much greater chance of surviving in this world.

Yuhua copied Ye Jian's memory and sealed it in his virtual body.

After death, its body will disintegrate, leaving only a small embryonic body. Its virtual body has only lost energy, but it is still complete. These sealed memories are attached to the virtual body and will be restored when Ye Jian is reborn.

Load automatically.

[I will still be called Ye Jian from now on]

Ye Jian entered the end of life, and there were still many years left before death.

Ye Jian spent her last few years in this world with Yu Hua, and then left Xu'an Star and went to the place of reincarnation that he favored in the depths of space.



Zihua returned to her own plane and entered a deep sleep.

After waking up, I inspected the plane as usual and saw that there was another planet with life, and the single cells were working hard to evolve.

This is a planet with a spiritual core, and a little spiritual energy has gathered on the planet.

He looked at the single cells one by one.

Under His gaze, the single cells divided even more happily.

After a while, Zihua's gaze was directed to a void.

The conscious body condensed from the ontology, opened the empty space node, and plunged into the past.



Zihua coughed twice and sat up from the bed.

It is night now, and the candles in the house are still lit.

This is an antique room, but too plain and simple.

The table is square and simple, with just four straight legs supporting a tabletop, and almost no carvings.

The chair is square and simple, with no soft cushions on the hard seat surface.

The wardrobe is boxy, with a few concave grooves carved on the four sides as the only decoration.

The four walls are not empty, with several calligraphy and paintings hanging on them.

The room was very empty, and the few items were neatly arranged without any clutter.

It would be wrong to say that the owner of the house was poor. The tables, chairs and the bed she was sitting on were all made of fine mahogany. The bluestone on the floor was polished very smooth and could not be afforded by ordinary people.

The Jun porcelain plum vase placed on the table is of great value at first glance.

From the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, we can know some of the reasons for the simplicity of the house, because the calligraphy and painting on the wall are Buddhist scriptures and the painting is a statue of Guanyin.

In addition, there are some items related to Buddha in the house, such as incense burners, Buddhist beads, futons, and many scriptures placed in the bookcases, which can be seen to be read frequently.

The owner of the house is a Buddhist and very pious.

When Zihua came over, the body of the owner of the house was lying on the bed. He had been dead for a while, and his soul was nowhere to be found. She checked and found that the body and soul had been disconnected.

She was dissatisfied with the body she found. There was no other reason. This body was too thin, weak in the wind, too weak to hold back the wind, and too weak to wear clothes. By the way, there were also the things she had done when she first became a human being.

The grasp of Yingying who does not understand is a true portrayal of the original owner.

Being so weak, she didn't dare to release her mental power, for fear that if she used it here, the other person would pass away.

It's just that this world has rules of compatibility, and this body is the one she has found that is most suitable for her.

The body's vitality was close to being cut off, so Zihua didn't waste much time, entered the body, and established a regular connection with the body.

There are very few memories left in the body, making it impossible for Zihua to understand the life of the owner of the house.

All I know is that the name of the owner of the house is Cui Mingshu, who is fifteen years old and the eldest daughter of the family.

"Miss, do you want tea?" someone asked softly outside the house.

It was Mo Lian, the personal maid of the original owner. She heard Su Hua coughing and asked.

Zi Hua's throat felt a little itchy and she replied, "Bring me a glass of water."

"Huh. Come here." The door was gently pushed open, and Mo Lian came in holding a saucer.

Mo Lian wore a white and light brown dress, as plain as the house.

After entering the room, Mo Lian put the saucer on the table, walked to the bed with the tea cup, and looked at Zihua worriedly, "Miss, you cough again, do you want to call a doctor?"

"Need not."

Mo Lian knew her young lady's temperament, and no one else could comment on her decision, so she stopped trying to persuade her and handed over the tea cup.

Zihua picked up the tea cup, looked at the clutter-free room, and slowly drank the glass of water in small sips.

After finishing the drink, he handed the tea cup to Mo Lian, "It's okay. You can go out."

"Yes." Mo Lian put away the saucer and quietly exited the room.

Zihua went back to sleep. Her body was too weak and what she needed most was rest. Adequate sleep was the best way to rest.

While she was sleeping, Zihua encountered an accident, and a soul entered her sea of ​​consciousness.


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