"You are so special. You are obviously not a warlock, but you can have such a high level of cultivation. You ordinary people, you really have something that makes people shine." Helian Lianhan casually threw the magic sword in his hand to the ground.
, these magical swords, which were regarded as priceless by others, seemed to him to be nothing more than casual things to play with.
"Who are you and why did you invade Xingyu Palace!" Ji Yuanqing took off his folding fan from his waist. Although this folding fan was just an ordinary thing, it was engraved with incantations. Even though it could not match Helian Lianhan's magic
A sword is generally powerful, but it is definitely a very good weapon. What's more, no matter how powerful a weapon is, it must be wielded by the user. Ji Yuanqing is not good at swordsmanship, but this folding fan is very good.
Helian Lianhan looked Ji Yuanqing up and down and then shook his head slightly: "My game has just begun, so naturally I can't be ruined by you, but warlocks are always called gods. As a god, I naturally don't want to kill you like an ant.
Mortal, so...you should become something that can never hinder me again."
Before Ji Yuanqing could say anything, he saw Helian Lianhan turn into a red shadow and attack him. In an instant, he crushed the teleportation jade pendant to pieces, and the fragments pierced into the palm of his hand, causing a stinging pain...
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I don’t know when someone began to say that before people die, they will see all kinds of things in their lives reappearing in front of their eyes like a revolving lantern. But this must be a scene that only people who are dying can see. What will happen to these people after they die?
Then tell others what they saw before they died? And the longer a person's life is, the more things he has experienced. How could he remember it so clearly when he died?
So Xiahou Yazou didn't believe this legend.
And... even though everything will have a day of reincarnation, he who has been cursed will not have that day. All of this... is just a dream...
"Please, please save my son!"
The haggard and bloody young man knelt in front of Xiahou Yazhuo and kept kowtowing for help. His forehead had long been bruised, and the blood and stains had covered his facial features and feet. He didn't know how long he had been kneeling here.
It was already swollen, and many of the wounds on his feet had even festered, attracting mosquitoes, but this young man...Xiahou Yazou actually recognized him!
He has a memory that makes him extremely hateful. Even if he doesn't want to remember things, he will always remember them as long as he sees them once. Those memories are like tattoos that have penetrated into the bone marrow. It is very difficult to get rid of them, even if it takes flesh and blood.
Eviscerating the bones, but still cannot remove the traces left by those memories.
Xiahou Yazhuo remembered who the young man in miserable condition in front of him was. He was Ji Yuanqing's biological father. This father who loved his son extremely loved him in order to ask him to appear to save his dying son who was imprisoned in a water prison by the wife who favored his legitimate son.
Sacrificed his own life.
"Please save my Qing'er, Qing'er is innocent..." The young man's voice was hoarse, but he still kept pleading.
Is this his memory? His memory of saving Ji Yuanqing?
Xiahou Yazhuo felt as if his heart was being strangled by a big hand. The feeling almost made him suffocate, but his mind began to blur, and his memory suddenly became blurry.
